Stronger Page #6

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Chips, too, if you don't mind.

Holy sh*t, you can taste

the mint, bro. Try that.

I'm happy

to make you guys one.

Yeah,

that'd be great, yeah, sure.

So nice,

you having everybody over.

- Three?

- Hey, anybody that knows me

knows I don't do

nothin' half-assed.

Except high school.

Go f*** yourself, Bob.

Hey, Erin, how are things at work?

You still

at Brigham and Women's?

No, no, I, um...

I actually gave them my notice.

- Ya get fired?

- No, no...

What's...

What's his guy's name?

We're just taking some time,

Jeff and I...

- I'm gonna be there...

- That's wonderful, honey.

...through the therapy

and everything.

- Yeah.

- I'm moving in, actually.

- Huh.

- So, just to be around, you know?

Wait, what?

Jeff told you.

You knew that.

No.

Jeff, you didn't

tell your mom?

- Huh?

- Jeff?

You didn't tell your mom

I was moving in?

I... I thought

that's what today was for.

Like, you know, uh,

announcements and sh*t.

Very small apartment

for three people, Jeffrey.

Yeah, but technically

it's only like two and a half.

That ain't funny.

That ain't funny.

Oh, Patty, did you give

everyone the big news?

What?

You told him, and you didn't tell us?

She didn't tell me sh*t.

I just knew there was

gonna be a big announcement.

- Yeah, what's goin' on?

- So, spill it already. Christ!

All right, all right,

all right, okay. This is it.

- Come on, get me up.

- Patty.

Get me up.

Okay, listen up,

this is how it's gonna be...

Fasten your seat belts.

Oprah's comin'.

Oh, my God!

Shut up!

Oprah called me!

She is flyin' down

to interview Jeffrey.

- Day after tomorrow.

- Oh, you gotta be kidding me!

You're gonna meet Stedman!

- Hey, man.

- No, no, no.

- Oprah's fat ass...

- Gayle! Oprah!

She's comin' to...

- Patty. Patty.

- What?

Jeff's not doing

that stuff anymore.

What do you mean? F***.

- F*** off.

- Uh-huh.

- He's not.

- Come on, it's Oprah.

He's not doing interviews.

He's not doin'...

- Jeffrey?

- ...public appearances.

- None of that.

- Jeffrey, talk to me.

It's too much.

- Jeffie.

- It's not good for him.

- It's too much, because...

- Yeah, 'course he is.

- It's f***in' Oprah Winfrey.

- He doesn't want...

She's the most famous

person in the world.

Patty, all those people

looking at him, asking him questions

- and needing something.

- Yeah, butt out.

Come on, Jeffrey, talk to me.

It's a lot of pressure.

And somebody's always tryin' to take

something from him. It's too much.

You gonna let her do this,

or you gonna tell me for yourself?

- It's too much, Patty.

- I wanna hear from you.

I'm speaking for him.

You're not so drunk

ya can't speak to me.

- If you would listen to me...

- No, you don't speak for my son.

Why'd you...

why didn't you tell me sooner?

- What?

- Why didn't you tell me sooner?

Because... Why do you think?

I wanted to make it a surprise.

I wanted a big announcement.

You know?

- It's Oprah Winfrey.

- I'm sorry, Ma.

Where would I have

been without Oprah?

She got me through

the bad times.

And I don't know where,

what I would be.

I would've...

I would've hung myself

in the bathroom without Oprah.

Just sayin'.

Just sayin'.

So, hey, if Oprah's your lifeline,

you got a lot

deeper issues, Patty.

- I'm just sayin'.

- F*** you, Bob.

Shut up, Bob.

I just wanted people to see

how amazing my son is.

That's all.

What's so bad about that?

Aw, E, come on.

Sorry.

- E, come on, push it.

- I am.

There ya go.

I got it.

- Hey.

- Oh, hey.

Oh, how you doin'?

Um, really well. How are you?

Sully bought me

a f***in' sombrero.

- I'm...

- He did?

- Yeah.

- This is from him?

Yeah, he said he was out

at a Mexican restaurant

last night, so...

They got super hammered

and brought back two sombreros,

and I got one of 'em.

Lucky.

- One...

- Two, three!

- Oh, f***.

- F***.

Are you f***in' kiddin' me?

I'm sorry.

Let my love open the door

Let my love open the door

Let my love open the door

To your...

...heart

To your heart

- It's not over.

- Oh, God.

You listen to this one, Jeffrey.

Listen to this.

This is from Denver, Colorado.

"You... I have never seen a stronger,

more brilliant person

in my life."

Go to sleep, Ma.

"Thank you so much."

She's talkin' about you,

Jeffrey.

Jeffrey?

She's talkin' about my son.

Hey, Jeffrey, we should go...

we should go to Colorado.

- We should go to Denver.

- Ma.

And go see those nice people.

I think we should

go to Denver, baby.

We should go to Denver

when you're better.

Just you and me, huh?

Go to f***in' sleep, Ma!

Oh, all right.

Bye.

I don't wanna hear

any more of those letters.

Don't forget about the Red Sox.

Want you to throw out

the first pitch.

Look, I gotta tap out, boys.

I have rehab in the morning.

I don't want

the lady gettin' pissed.

- Want some pills?

- You f***in' retarded, Sully?

I just told you,

I gotta get home.

- What are they?

- Not sure.

Found 'em

on my sister's dresser.

You're either

gonna get high as f***,

or they're gonna

regulate our periods.

Pretty sure.

Excuse me. Are you Jeff Bauman?

We have been

following your story

ever since we saw that photo.

Then we saw you

at the Bruins game, wavin' the flag.

It's so good

to see you're healed

and that you didn't

let them win.

- Can we take a picture?

- Yeah, sure.

- Okay.

- Who didn't I let win?

The terrorists.

Can we... yeah,

let's get a picture with him.

Oh, right, yeah.

- Are you sure about that?

- Yeah.

'Cause I mean, like...

where I'm sittin'...

you know, looks like they

at least got on the scoreboard.

You know,

I'm never gonna walk again.

Ooh!

All right. One more,

one more, one more.

You don't get this picture,

I'm gonna f***ing kill myself.

Just one more.

Hey, Jeff!

God bless you.

Thank you, Jeff.

It was so nice to meet you.

Keep your stumps

together, though.

No. Come on, give me some speed!

Oh, watch it, I'll get him.

Get him higher, Sull.

He's not gonna clear it.

- F***in' clear over your f***in' head!

- Sull, get 'em up!

- Come on, get me up, Sull!

- Get him up, Sull!

Here we go.

Use your arms, Sull,

use your arms!

- I think I'm gonna puke.

- Shut up!

- It's great!

- Please...

- Shut the f***...

- Gets...

Oh, sh*t!

Oh, sh*t!

F*** you, Bauman.

I spilled my beer.

Watch me do a flip.

I give it a seven!

- Seven?

- I give it a seven!

Excuse me, excuse me!

That was a six.

That's a generous six.

At most.

He didn't stick

the f***ing landing, bro.

Oh!

Ouch.

A tour of their facility.

But I'm gonna get a...

should get a medal.

I'm your f***in' hero.

Why, thank you.

You're welcome.

For finding the f***ing bombers,

you piece of sh*t.

I should not be operating

machinery tonight.

Hey! Hey! Easy!

Sh*t, Sull. Ah!

Sull, didn't you get your license

yanked for driving drunk?

Didn't you blow, like, a.08?

Better than who you blew

last week.

Hey! Hey.

Sull, no, you'll go to jail.

I'm just trying to get you home

before your f***in' wife

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