Thirteen Page #4

get out of my house. Okay?

- What the f*** are you--

- Just get out of my house-- Just stop.

- Now get out.

- Sh*t!

Get out of my house!

Now!

- Get off me, you f***in' pervert!

- Please just get out. Go.

- Luke, chill out!

- Take your f***ing weed and get out.

- Could you give me a hand?

- Mom, I'm not your f***ing slave!

Sh*t!

Sh*t! My breath.

- Toothpaste. Toothpaste.

- Where the hell's the--

Hey!

Hey, open this door now.

What, Mother?

What do you want?

This is not how I raised you.

I want you to be civil to me.

And I want you and your stupid boyfriend

to get out of my f***ing life!

- What is he doing here?

- Have you been drinking?

- No!

- She's always f***ing drinking!

- Oh, like you never have!

- Hey, hey, hey. Come on.

You guys!

- Ohh.

- Hey, Kayla. What's going on?

- Hey.

- It's okay.

Thought we'd just crash here for a

couple days, until my check comes in.

I think I'm coming down

with diphtheria or something, so--

Yeah, sure.

Just for a couple of days.

Mason, can you find

your sleeping bag to give to--

Why not open a hotel, Mom?

You could get paid for all this.

Tracy, baby, this is just temporary.

Wow. Where'd all

this stuff come from?

Brooke bought it for me-- us.

Come on, Evie.

"Wanna bone."

Nice.

What's the occasion?

She wanted to say

"thank you"for...

taking care of me.

Baby, we have to

have a real talk.

Wanna go to the park?

- I have more homework to do.

- Yeah.

You should go

to more meetings.

No, you don't understand.

It's different this time.

She's starting--

She's starting to scare me.

I know, I know, I know.

Damn it, I know.

I just--

I just wanna make it stop.

You know?

You f***in' hard-ass.

That's why you're my sponsor.

Okay, okay, okay.

I'm gonna try.

I'm gonna try.

Okay, I'm gonna--

Okay, I'm gonna do it.

Yeah, baby!

Close your eyes!

- Oh, my God!

- Close 'em, close 'em. Ooh, lovin' it.

- You are a gold queen.

- Think that's enough?

Hey, guys.

What the hell?

Watch his head.

Look at that.

Oh, my God!

See that?

It's, like, Zen chicken.

That's weird, right?

It doesn't even move!

Chickens are cool, aren't they?

Cool.

Mom, no, I can't see that movie.

- Why?

- Because it's a bloody war movie.

I'm a pacifist, like Gandhi.

Why don't we just go see

the Jack Black movie?

"The Misadventures Of Ezekial Balls."

- It looks funny. It's a giant pig.

- I won't be seeing that.

Come on.

It's supposed to be family night.

That's all right. We'll see separate

movies, we'll meet here at 10:15.

Two for the pig movie,

and two for the war movie.

Yes! Brady,

you are so awesome!

Look, I got popcorn...

and butter

in a separate foil packet...

for the-- for the little ones.

Thanks, Mom.

- Okay.

- Thanks, Mel.

See you all here. Love you.

I thought that was our popcorn.

Hi. Can I get two

for Kandahar?

Yeah! Uh-huh!

- Bye, Mom.

- Later, Jack.

Come on, my little hooch.

Oww! Mothers,

lock up your sons!

What's up, ladies?

How you guys doing tonight?

You guys having fun?

I got my ass beat

for what happened the other night.

- Oh, yeah?

- Hey, Javi, come speak that verse.

All right.

All right.

Uh-huh.

Why don't you go get us

some sodas or something.

And tell Conrad to get his ass

down here on his break.

Okay.

Hey, man, what are you doin'?

You stupid f***er!

Oh, sweetie,

back that ass up.

I'd like to see how that thong looks

on my bedroom floor.

- Too bad you'll never know.

- Tracy?

Aw, sh*t. F*** it.

Hey, Tracy, here's your Cokes.

I didn't pay for them anyway.

- Didn't have to with your fine ass.

- F*** you!

Have you seen Evie?

Nah, she went

to the candy store.

Want some?

Easy!

- What the f*** is that?

- Voodoo juice my friends made.

Don't be backwashing.

Wanna go find her?

Yeah.

You all right?

Tracy. Let's go.

Come on.

Evie?

Evie!

Evie?

Hey. Want to suck

my cock, baby?

No!

Evie!

Evie!

- Damn!

- How are you?

Javi spilled a Coke all over his pants

and he couldn't perform--

What the f*** is wrong with you?

Do you even know what time it is? Sh*t!

Hey.

Call me, baby.

Geez, Mom, I can't help it

if the movie ran late.

Bullshit, Tracy!

We checked the theater.

We got something to drink at Starbucks.

What's wrong with that?

- Where's the backpack?

- Oh, sh*t.

I got you a key chain.

Hey.

How was the movie?

- All right.

- Mom, I gotta talk to you.

- In private.

- Okay.

- Come in the kitchen. I'm making tea.

- I'll help you.

Should we talk about...

how you get stoned

every night with Rafa?

She knows I smoke pot, Tracy.

Look at your pupils.

You're so f***in' busted.

- F***ing little--

- Ow!

- Jesus Christ, Tracy!

- Don't you ever touch me again!

Go ahead, hit me, Tracy.

You'll go to jail, you f***ing slut!

Don't you f***ing

call me a slut.

Mom, Mason just

called me a slut!

- Melanie!

- Stop! Stop it!

Wait, wait, wait!

Stop! Stop!

- Tracy, look at this sh*t!

- Birdie, she didn't mean it.

Mom, don't touch me!

Don't touch my hair!

- She's out of control.

- Have you had anything to eat today?

- Mom, stop with the food thing!

- F*** it.

You don't want me to cook

for you anymore? Fine!

- Then don't eat my food.

- Fine!

- I hate your nasty store-brand food!

- Great!

Then I can stop doing 12 haircuts a day

trying to pay for all this sh*t!

You think I want to be here?

F***.

Damn it.

Goddamn...

1.50-a-square-foot floor!

Mel. Mel.

I told you we needed a new floor.

Baby?

Mel.

- You all right?

- Yeah. I'm okay.

I'm okay.

- You're okay.

- I'm okay. I need to call Sue.

Mom!

Uh, don't worry

about that, all right?

I'll take care of it.

Mom! What the--

Damn it, Tracy.

What is it?

I can't even sleep

in my own bed?

Tracy, we can all sleep in here

if we could just get this dog out.

Wake up, girl. Come on.

It's-- Oh, Jesus.

- Something peed in your bed.

- We'll change the sheets.

- Here, Mason, take her.

- Mom, you're dealing with this!

I'll take care of it.

You know what, Tracy?

You're gonna have to

lay off of her.

Don't you tell me what to do,

you f***ing cokehead.

You're such a loser.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Arms up.

I can't do this with her anymore.

I can't.

I can't.

I'm horrible.

Get in the shower, Mel.

This place is f***ing with my head.

Yeah, I want--

I want to get loaded.

Go see Mario.

He'll read the big book

in that scratchy voice.

Okay. I know what to do.

- Evie, I have to ask you something.

- What?

What happened in the dressing room

with you and Javi?

Nothing, pendeja.

He's your guy.

Uh-oh.

So what's with the spoons?

- Just go like this.

- It's really cold.

- You're gonna call Evie's mom.

- Right.

I'm just gonna talk to her

for a few minutes.

I mean, she's just a kid,

after all.

Mason, come here a second.

Brooke does this every morning,

and she still has huge bags.

I wonder how much of this

you have to swallow for it to kill you.

This family needs some healing.

- Who bought you that wet suit?

Rate this script:4.0 / 1 vote