The Confirmation Page #3

(metal music blaring)

- What the hell is that?

- (turns radio down)

That's Kyle's music.

Your mom married a metalhead?

Do you like that?

A little bit.

Not really.

Where's that CD I gave her

for her birthday?

(Big Dave McLean's

"Don't Get Mad, Get Even" plays)

That sounds better, huh?

Yeah.

It sounds pretty good.

It does sound pretty good.

Let's go find my tools.

Now, when life has

turned you upside-down

You feel

kicked to the curb

You feel beat

to the ground

(brake pedal hits floor)

Holy sh*t!

Where'd the brakes go?

- (horn blaring)

- Anthony:
Whoa!

Oh, yeah, that was the problem.

(horn blaring)

...holler inside,

well, I'm willing to bet

I forgot.

Mom said the brakes

were starting to go out.

(exhales)

Don't get mad,

get even

Solid advice

I believe in

And if for

no other reason you know...

Brake pads?

75 bucks.

275 installed.

We can put 'em on

now if you want.

I'll put 'em on myself.

Can I can borrow some tools?

Let me ask my dad.

You're slipping down

to the end of your rope

There's no

flicker of light

There's no glimmer of hope

You're just looking

for something tonight

That seems

a little more pleasing

You should get

down on your knees

When you're rollin'

the dice

If you're willing to gamble

with the rest of your life

You put a smile

on your face

(brakes squeal)

Don't get mad,

get even

Pretty good, huh?

Yeah. It stops now.

It's getting late.

Guess I'll have to see

this Drake guy tomorrow.

You hungry?

Nope.

I'm starving.

Pancakes.

That's a very good choice.

(chuckles)

And your mom was

worried about us.

If you have a six, then you can

ask me if I have a six.

Oh, I see!

Then you take it

and make a pair.

If I've already got a pair,

what do I do?

You put it in that pile.

'Kay.

Do you have...

a jack?

Go fish.

Go fish yourself.

(both laughing)

(explosions)

So jab straight. 'Kay?

Bop, bop.

Bop, bop. Bop!

No, no, no. No.

No roundhouses.

Bop.

Keep your hands up by your face.

Bop, bop, bop!

Narrator:

The baboons sit and listen

to the hippos' distinct call...

- (Anthony laughs)

- as they bathe...

and drink the water.

The hippopotamus

is highly aggressive

and unpredictable

and is among the most

dangerous animals in Africa.

Nevertheless,

they are threatened

by habitat loss

and poaching

for their meat and ivory...

(fridge door rattles)

Wine coolers?

Seriously?

Make that 95% puss.

What's that mean?

Ah, that's good.

95% puss is pretty good

for most guys these days.

You can't take that!

They'll think I did it.

(thuds bottle down)

(door items clattering)

(exhales wearily)

We have bottled water.

Well, you, you stay here,

I gotta look for something

in the garage.

(door creaks open, bangs shut)

(clatter)

(door slams)

Did you find it?

Find what?

I don't know.

No.

(breath shaking)

Cold in here, huh?

You're sweating, Dad.

Listen, uh...

I got to, uh...

I gotta run out a sec.

You'll be okay, right?

Where are the keys?

I don't know.

(exhales, gags)

Want me to call somebody?

No. (gulps)

Go to bed.

I want to stay here with you.

I'll be okay. Just go.

Anthony. Go to bed. Now!

(groans lightly)

Please help my dad.

There's something

wrong with him,

but you can probably see that.

Make him better, if you can.

Amen.

Walt:

Jesus Christ!

How will I know

if you don't tell me?

You know, we've talked about

all this before.

It's just not all my fault.

Look, I'm sorry, okay?

What do you want from me?

Seriously,

that doesn't make any sense.

Why would I do that?

What are you doing?

Dad?

You always do this.

Dad?

(sobs)

I can't.

(shouts)

(Walt groans)

(Walt groans)

Hello?

Otto! Um, it's Anthony.

There's something wrong

with my dad.

What do you mean?

- I think he's drunk.

- What's he doing?

He's talking to people

who aren't there.

All right, well, just hang on.

I'll be right there.

We're at my mom's house.

I'll just be a few minutes.

Okay.

Walt:
I gotta go.

I gotta go. I gotta go.

- I gotta go.

- Dad. Dad! Stop!

Don't go out there.

Don't go out there!

Dad!

Dad, Otto's coming.

He'll be here any minute.

Otto?

He says you should stay here.

Is Dorothy gone?

Yeah. But Otto's coming.

Okay.

Hello?

We're in here.

Hey, Walt.

How you doin', buddy?

Otto?

Yeah.

Time for bed, don't you think?

Come on.

Let me help you.

Yeah. There we go.

There you go.

Yep. There you go.

All right.

Okay.

Yeah.

I'll be right back.

Upstairs.

(footsteps)

Well... (sighs)

he's finally out.

You okay?

Yeah.

Listen, Anthony.

Your dad is not drunk.

He's having withdrawal.

Do you know what that is?

No.

It means that he is acting funny

not because he's been drinking,

he's acting funny

because he hasn't been drinking.

You understand?

No.

Sometimes...

when adults stop drinking...

it makes their minds

play tricks on them.

See, your mother said

that he couldn't see you anymore

if he didn't stop drinking.

He was in the taverns.

Oh, but he's been

drinking root beer.

He's trying.

Your dad is a good man.

He's got some demons,

but, you know...

we all do.

He'll be asleep

for several hours, I think,

and when he wakes up,

he's gonna be hurting,

but he shouldn't be

acting strange anymore.

Now, I got to get home

for Beulah,

but if you need me, you call me.

Okay?

I'll be here real quick.

You promise?

Yeah.

All right.

You're in charge.

Thanks, Otto.

Anytime, partner.

Get some sleep, you hear?

(sighs)

(alarm clock beeping)

(shuts alarm off)

(Walt sobbing)

(sobbing)

(paper thuds)

The Griffins get one.

The Griffins?

I didn't think they could read.

See their house?

Yeah.

The gutter's falling off,

the paint's shot.

Garbage in the yard.

You know, get off your ass

and fix it. Clean it up.

(sighs)

When we first moved here,

this neighborhood

had some pride.

What's the matter with people?

I don't know.

You know, the Griffins represent

everything that's gone wrong

with this world.

It's immoral, is what it is.

Your generation's gonna have to

make it right again.

It's up to you.

- Okay.

- You know?

I'm sorry my generation

screwed it up so bad.

It's all right.

No, not really.

You know, our parents

built a great country,

and we couldn't even

maintain it for you.

I'm sorry.

They get one, too.

(paper thuds)

(sighs)

(exhales deeply)

You know, I think

maybe you're right.

I think I can see

your other universes.

I just hope they make

more sense than this one.

I, um...

I don't remember

much from last night.

I didn't hurt you, did I?

No.

- Dad?

- Yeah?

I don't want to have Communion.

Why not?

I don't want to eat Jesus.

Oh...

Listen.

You're not really eating Jesus.

They say you are.

No, no, no.

It's not Jesus.

It's just a cracker.

It is?

And it's not

Jesus' blood either.

It's grape juice.

You know, it's crackers

and grape juice.

I don't get it.

You will. Someday.

Why don't you go

to church anymore?

I went enough already.

I don't want you to go to hell.

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