The Great & The Small Page #2

Come on baby.

If you're here,

if you are here, when I wake up,

then we have a deal.

If not, just get out of my life,

and don't say a thing.

- I didn't.

- You wanted to.

- Margaret,

it's principal Hargrove.

I understand what you've been,

actually, I can't put

myself in your position.

And everyone here at school,

we know it's hard

for you right now.

It's just that it's

been a long time now,

and we need to hear

from you, soon.

At some point we have to

get you back full time,

or unfortunately think about

replacing you permanently.

I'm sorry.

- Yeah, so it's broken,

it doesn't work anymore.

But I started the garden

that we always talked about.

So, yeah.

The garden is looking pretty

sad and can you just help me?

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- This is will argent Stokes.

Leave a message after the beep.

- So anyway, I don't have

a way to till this garden.

I mean it sounds

easy enough, but

apparently it's not 'cause

I keep screwing it up.

Umm, you know,

you're the only person to

teach 4th graders how...

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re-record, press two.

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Leave a message after the beep.

- Dammit will, can you change

your voicemail message?

How is this supposed to work?

How...

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re-record, press two.

- Change your goddamn voicemail!

- What?!

- How's it feel?

How's it feel to be

standin' there soaking wet?

Tell me.

- Not, not good.

- That's how he feels.

- He was crying and I was just

looking at him in the crib,

and he was crying and I,

I dunno, I didn't

know what to do.

- So, you did nothing,

you didn't feed him, you

didn't get his diaper changed?

Did you hold him?

Come here baby.

You couldn't even hold

him, couldn't even do that?

- I don't know the first

thing about holding a baby.

- Well it ain't an excuse.

We all are f***ed up.

All of us.

We all f***ed up, everyone.

There is no perfect.

My uncle,

he did some sh*t to me, every

night for years, for years,

and I didn't say sh*t to

anyone, I just took it,

'cause we didn't have sh*t,

so we were living with him.

And so, it was take it from him,

or put my little sisters

and my mom and my daddy

out in the streets, and

I was not gonna be blamed

for my family not having

a roof over our heads.

That little girl, so I'm

f***ed up, I'm f***ed up,

just like everybody, you know,

just like you dude.

And you know,

when I have some

guy's dick inside me

I feel loved,

and that's the only time.

- Is it like a

Harley or something?

- F*** off.

Bunch of p*ssy lawyer

wannabes ride Harleys.

I'm a lot of things, but

I'm not some f***ing lawyer

pretending to be a

bad ass on Saturdays.

You know, growing some

handlebar mustache

for one triumphant week at

the hills of south Dakota.

It's not me.

- Is it like, it's good?

But you know, is it

like a, a nice bike or...

- oh, yeah, it's

pretty top notch.

Maybe one day I'll

let you ride it.

Listen kid, I wanna

say something,

and uh, I say this with

love because I like you,

you remind me of myself

when I was young.

A lot like myself, but

next time somebody does

something nice for you,

let's say you know, for example,

hypothetically speaking,

if someone felt a

little bit sorry for you

and gave you one

of his sandwiches,

I would say a proper thank

you would be in order.

I would say that would be a

good time to be considerate.

Don't say it now,

because in this case

better late than

never does not apply.

- Here, you want this sh*t?

What?

This?

Oh, okay, you like

that sh*t, huh?

I'm sorry I won't say it.

I won't say sh*t anymore.

Yeah you got it.

- My feet are big and wide,

but the city is tiny inside.

My legs are lanky and tall,

but the city is

little and small.

My body is enormous and

the country is mini.

My steps stretch forever

and the land is so short.

My days are long and

my friends are none.

Lying under the stars one

night, a wee little bitty

tiny fella sat in a

tree and called to me.

Why the huge frown?

Everything I do is big,

just look at me, I said.

I'm too small, said the wee

little bitty tiny fella.

- Well people look at

me with gigantic eyes

and wide mouths, and those

look pretty big to me,

even though they

are tiny, I said.

People don't look

at me much at all,

and that's when the wee

little bitty tiny fella

told me, but if you were

small, you'd be just like

everyone else in a see of

smallies, just like me.

Your feet wouldn't be big,

your legs wouldn't be lanky,

and your body

wouldn't be enormous.

He climbed down a

tree limb or two,

shimmied onto a branch

in front of my ear,

and whispered, but you can

be great no matter your size.

You can be great and tall and

you can be great and small.

Then the little fella

shimmied down the tree

as quick as can be, and

ran away with his tiny legs

all a blur until he was too

tiny for my big eyes to see.

I thought long and hard about

what the little fella said,

and then it hit me.

What you see is not

what you have to be.

There's plenty of room for us

all in the whole wide world,

great and the small.

The end.

- Now we see stuff

that will get your rocks off.

Basketball courts

and indoor pools,

home theaters.

All the artwork, all the

memorabilia, all the furniture,

all the stuff that's money,

just load it onto the truck.

We move fast, we

move calculated.

It's what I like to

call being on point.

Truck's loaded up,

driven out of the city

to a secure location where

the drop off takes place.

Whole truck, axles and

all, nice and clean.

And then we get paid.

- And that's it?

You get away with that sh*t?

- Oh, f*** you talkin' about,

I haven't been caught yet.

You question too much, that's

your motherfuckin' problem.

Bulletproof, this plan is.

- I don't usually draw stuff

like this, so, don't judge me.

- Please step aside, go on.

Bloody hell.

- What?

Man that's what you asked for.

What, you hate it?

- No, I love it.

Yeah.

Yeah, I love it.

That sh*t deserves

to be in the Louvre.

It's a famous museum.

See, here we go again,

I'm paying you a compliment,

you say thank you.

- Thanks man.

- What part of thank

you do you not get?

- Thank you.

- Hey, better!

Alright.

Deal's a deal, I'm a

man of me word, come on.

You know, you're special

if I'm even lettin' you sit

on this, and I don't want

you to be one of those little

f***in' sponges you

wash the dishes with.

I need you to be a big

f***ing fluffy sponge

you wash the car with, alright?

- Clutch starter.

- Yep.

- Gear shift.

No f***ing lies.

- Front break lever

controls front breaks.

Rear brake pedal

controls rear brakes.

The throttle there, what

do you think that does?

- It's the speed?

- Speed, yeah,

alright, to simplify,

left side of the bike

controls the gears,

right side of the bike controls

acceleration, and braking.

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