The Pallbearer Page #6

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Tom, maybe

you could explain it to us.

Well, Mrs. DeMarco, Mr. DeMarco,

um, I can understand...

how you might not want Julie

to go away right now.

Uh, the truth is, it probably

has nothing to do with this trip.

It's probably because

you just don't want her to leave.

But... But I just think

that Julie feels...

Don't go, Julie.

- What?

- I don't want you to go.

I mean, a year?

- I thought we were doing something here.

- Tom, what are you saying?

- I told you this was

a temporary thing. I said that.

- I know.

I've never felt like this

in my whole life, Julie.

I feel like we... I mean,

I feel like... I really know you.

Don't you?

I mean, is it just me?

- Excuse me, ma'am.

- There you are!

- Who is this?

- Oh, my God!

- Mrs. Abernathy?

- I wanna talk to you.

- Ruth, this is not a good time.

- We're having a brunch here.

- We're going outside.

- This is the way you say good-bye?

- It was just for the sex, wasn't it?

- Jesus, Ruth.

- He's sleeping with everybody.

Have you been tested?

- What is she talking about?

And what's this lousy poem? Is this

supposed to mean something to me?

- You wrote her a poem?

- No. Let's go.

- Sex, sex, sex.

You're a horrible young man.

- Julie...

- Julie?

- Oh, is this her?

- Yes.

- This is Julie, and we're going.

- Tell her, Tom.

- Tell her what you did to

your best friend's mother!

- Oh, my God. Tom!

He wasn't my best friend.

- Julie.

- What are you talking about?

- Julie.

- Tom!

Look, Ruth,

I don't even remember Bill.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

# She's a super freak

Super freak #

# She's super freaky

Yeow #

# Everybody sing #

# Super freak

Super freak #

# She's a very special girl #

- # From her head down to her tail #

- Hey! Hey!

- How's about a little response?

Tommy, how ya doin'?

- Brad...

- Hey, nurse! Over here!

We got another patient!

- No, no! Don't, Brad! Don't!

- This is...

This is my good friend Tommy. We need

to give him a little mouth-to-mouth.

- Stop kidding, all right?

- Hey, what's the matter, man?

It's my last Tuesday!

- I'm gettin' married!

I'm happy. I'm happy.

- I know! I am too!

I'm just not in the mood, all right?

I forgot.

You don't like bachelor parties.

You only get turned on at funerals.

- All right, very funny.

- Nurse, please! You talk to him.

- No. I'm outta here. I'm leaving.

- Where are you going?

- Brad, get off!

- # That girl's a super freak #

- # I really like to taste her #

- # Every time we meet #

- Lauren is right about you.

- # She's all right, she's all right #

- I defended you.

- # The girl's all right #

- # With me #

- I said you'd come through

in the end, but she's right.

She told me not

to have you from the start.

She said Scott should be my best man.

- Scott? That's what she said? Scott?

- # She's a super freak #

- Yeah. 'Cause he's a better best man.

- # She's super freaky #

Don't marry her, Brad.

- # Temptations, sing #

- Hey.

Lauren's an albatross

around your neck, Brad. Don't marry her.

- Tommy...

- And by the way, Scott thinks so too.

# Whoa-ohh-ohh

Ohh-ohh-ohh-ohh #

# She's a very kinky girl #

# The kind you won't

take home to Mother #

Bastard!

Hey! Hey!

Let him go.

Are you okay? Tom...

- Get off me!

- Hey, a**hole!

- Get out of my party! Get out of here!

- I saw you with her, Scott.

No one wants you here! Get out!

Get off of me, Joey!

I don't want him here!

You're not allowed!

- What happened?

- Scott!

- Tom?

- Yeah, Mom?

Scott's here.

So, what are you doing in here?

New carburetor.

Just checking the idle.

So, Brad's a little upset.

Tried talking to him, but...

Doesn't look like

you're gonna be the best man.

Well, you'd make a better best man

anyway, wouldn't you, Scott?

Cynthia kicked me out.

We had this little fight and it...

I don't even know what it was about.

Look, Tom, I'm really sorry.

I messed up.

Tasha Cortina.

- Oh. Tasha Cortina.

- Yeah.

But she had that lip thing.

- What lip thing?

- You know, that little scar.

- No, I liked that scar. It was sexy.

- For me, it ruined everything.

- Oh, you're too critical.

- Yeah.

- Boys?

- Ma! We're talk...

I can't believe

you just walk in here.

I'm 25 years old.

This is why I need the lock.

- I just wanted to know

if you want some ice cream.

- A little.

Seventh grade. Nancy Weinberg.

Oh, she liked me.

- She did not like you.

- She did.

She had this very serious thing,

like an obsessin.

No, don't you remember

Angela Mineri?

Angela Mineri told you Nancy Weinberg

had this big crush on you.

- You went up to Nancy

in front of everybody...

- Oh, no. Sh*t.

- And she laughed in your face.

- Yeah, that's right.

- It was the other Tom.

She had a crush on him.

- What other Tom?

The other Tom.

Wait, what are you saying?

- Oh, Jesus.

- Mr. Jellison's class.

- In eighth grade.

- He got a 58 in unit one algebra...

and then he started crying.

Whatever happened to that guy?

- He went to a different

high school... Madison.

- How do you know?

'Cause Nancy Weinberg kept on going out

with him all through high school.

Whatever happened to that guy?

I don't know. I heard that Nancy

Weinberg is in grad school at Yale.

Yale. Yale.

- Tom, what are you doing?

You're going now?

- I gotta go!

I've been driving all night.

I have to tell you something.

Can I come in?

Ruth, please.

You lied to me.

You used my son...

the memory of my son.

That was all I had left.

How could you do that?

I remember when my third-grade teacher

cut her finger on a paper cutter...

and had to go home.

I remember when Bruce Feinbaum

tripped Matthew Ellison...

during the fire drill...

An-and everyone laughed.

L... I have a really

good memory, Ruth,

but...

no matter how hard

I wracked my brain,

I couldn't remember your son.

The fact that I could...

forget him like that,

that his life could...

leave so little impressin on me,

that really scared me.

I mean, it...

It terrified me.

Because I wouldn't

want to be forgotten.

I- I'm sorry. Sh-Should

I just keep waiting in the car?

No, it's okay.

R- Ruth.

Um...

This is Tom Thompson.

Hi, Mrs. Abernathy.

He, uh, wanted you

to have his car.

Oh, no. No. No.

L... It'd be too sad.

Look, I have a car.

Well, l... I did put

some money into it.

You keep it.

Yeah?

So, uh,

you guys were close?

Not really.

We just knew each other.

It's so hard to let him go.

I don't know.

I mean,

I needed someone.

I needed someone too.

# Let the river #

# Rock you like a cradle #

# Climb to the treetops #

# Child, if you're able #

# Let your hands tie a knot #

- # Across the table #

- May He lift His countenance upon you...

- and grant you His most precious gift...

- # Come #

- # And touch the things

you cannot feel #

- and His blessings of peace.

- Amen.

- Amen.

# And close your fingertips #

# And fly where I can't hold you #

Mazel tov!

# Let the sun rain fall #

# And let the blue clouds

enfold you #

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