The Visit Page #7
I am a seer.
I see the veiny,
deformed...
face of the world.
(thunder rumbling)
(Becca whimpering)
(yells)
(object thuds)
(grunts)
(thuds)
(grunts)
(knob clatters on floor)
(whimpering)
We can all be
saved tonight.
Your magic spell
will be lifted.
(thuds)
No!
(grunts, groans)
Becca!
(Becca gasps)
Have you been
watching me?
BECCA:
Run, Tyler! Run!
(Tyler yelling)
Eyes on the runner!
Watch his hips!
Watch his hips!
(yells, grunts)
Stay low!
Wrap the arms!
Wrap the arms!
Tyler?
(yelling)
(sirens blaring, faint)
Tyler!
No!
Any other
crazy b*tch-ass
f***ing people here?
(sirens continue)
Come on out!
Come on out!
(yelling)
(chorus vocalizing)
(lush orchestral score)
(vocalizing continues)
(vocalizing continues)
LORETTA:
Becca! Tyler!
Babies!
(all crying)
I'm here.
I'm here.
I'm here.
MAN:
Is this everybody?
Come over here.
(vocalizing continues)
We need an ambulance!
Hurry up!
Over here!
MAN #2:
Yo, Jimmy,
watch that front door!
(ends)
BECCA:
Mom, honestly, you know
you don't have to do this.
I wanna do this for you.
I used to sing.
My mother used to say
that she wasn't listening,
but I know she was hiding
behind this big clock
down the hall,
a kitchen towel
over her mouth
to hide her smile.
She thought
I had a better voice
than Olivia Newton-John.
Olivia Newton-John was,
like, her Elvis.
My father
was a gentle man.
We'd take these
long walks together.
We'd never say a word.
I used to wake up early
when I was a child,
work on some project.
(sniffles)
Anyway, as I said before,
the day I--
the day I left
turned really badly.
I moved to the door to leave
and my mom stepped
in front of me.
I hit my mother.
And then my dad hit me,
and then we kinda
stood there in shock,
and then I left.
They reached out to me
soon after.
I refused
to take their calls.
(chuckles)
I know you were trying to
get me forgiveness, Becca.
You didn't have
to do that, honey.
It was there
whenever I wanted it.
(sniffles)
(sniffles)
Please,
don't hold on
to anger, Becca.
You hear me?
(mouths word)
Okay.
(sobbing)
(sniffles, sobs)
(no audible dialogue)
Happy birthday
to you
Blow them out!
Okay, okay!
Yay!
Yeah!
(rapping):
I may be thirteen,
may not live in the hood
May not carry no chrome,
may not be allowed
a cell phone at dinner
But I'm young
and can do 18 push-ups
and I speak the truth
My sister tried
to make a film about
But it didn't
turn out that way
She had to scream and kill
and got vomit in her face
Chunks in her hair
from a stew
But she washed them out
with Herbal Essence
Body Envy Shampoo
So here's a few things
T-Diamond learned
from visiting elders
Adult diapers
come in many a name
There's Attends and Depends
and Medline and Prevail
But they all the same
They keep your mess
from spilling out
And they keep it contained
So here's the truth
I got messed up with a killer
who's truly insane
I will try not to refrain,
try to overcome my pain
'Cause one day
it will get me my fame
Like 50 Cent getting shot
and being lame
You see
I got a diaper shoved
in my face for half an hour
I thought it was over
I thought I'd be
under the ground
Growing four-leaf clovers
Some dude going over me
with a mower
But that's not
what happened, you see,
'cause I went all mental
I was like Mel Gibson
at the end
I'm straight now
I'm not gonna lie
For three weeks
that diaper left me
like a basket case
I had to use two
whole Dove bars on my face
And one last thing
and I don't mean to sicken
But the truth is
Sh*t doesn't taste
like chicken
Oh!
Shania Twain, b*tches!
MAN:
No man can hold me down
(hip-hop)
Yeah, I walks on fire
I walks on water
I walks on sand
and I walks on land
Can you hear me now?
Hey, can you feel me now?
Yeah, I walks on fire
I walks on water
I walks on sand
and I walks on land
Can you hear me now?
Hey, can you feel me now?
No one can hold me down
(violin)
(violin continues)
(violin continues)
(ends)
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