Try Seventeen Page #5

I wish you'd let me show this one to Steve.

Where I'm tied up in the trunk and you come to my rescue.

I know what he did.

-What who did?-Steve.

I know what he did.

Jesus!

Trying to get me drunk?

I tried to pretend it didn't happen...

...that I didn't know, that I couldn't see it in his face.

But why? Why pretend?

Because I didn't want to go back to the way it was before.

With Steve, there's no yesterday, no tomorrow, just now.

Always and forever now.

For the first time in my life, I knew what it felt like to be free.

Let me try.

I could do it, Jane. I could rescue you.

You are so nice.

I could f*** Lisa if nice is a problem for you.

We're too much alike. I could see it in the photos I took.

I can see it now.

-Are you afraid of the dark?-I thought you'd want it.

You can switch it off.

Jones...

...this is not happening.

Say it.

This is not happening.

You know, I've been some places.

Texas. Delaware.

Three schools in New Hampshire.

Kansas.

Not everywhere, so maybe I'm wrong.

But I think you're probably the most beautiful woman in the world.

What did you say?

Nothing.

You said something.

I said, we're here.

Hey, guy! I can't believe this piece of crap actually made it.

-You can't do this.-Don't.

What's that?

That stays.

Oh, right, the top-secret funny stuff. What was I thinking?

-Last night did happen.-Please, Jones.

-What happened last night?-Nothing.

-Nothing happened last night.-Yes, it did, and it wasn't nothing.

-it was something.-Stop it.

-This something I should know?-No.

Yes, it is.

In your dreams, kid.

What are you doing, Jones?

Steve, stop it!

Stop it!

Get in the car, Jones. I want to talk to you.

-Why did you do that?-Jane, what are you doing?

-Come on, open up!-You're better than this, Jane.

-You're better than okay.-Come on--

-Give me a minute.-Jane!

Give me a minute!

Last night was now, wasn't it?

There was no yesterday, no tomorrow, and it still is now.

-It's not too late.-Jones, it is tomorrow.

I'm here. I cannot go back.

Does it hurt?

I want you to take the car.

-I don't want the car.-Take it anyways.

You fixed her. You put her back together.

-Oh, sh*t!-Somebody called the cops!

-Let's get the hell out of here.-Yeah, let's go, man!

Piece-of-sh*t car!

Let's go. Let's go!

-Hello.-It was me, wasn't it, Blanche?

-Jones?-All these years, I blamed you.

I thought it was your fault.

But it was me, always me.

Jones, where are you?

Why didn't you tell me the truth? He left because you got pregnant.

Because....

Oh, honey.

Because I didn't want you to feel the way I did.

I thought I could at least do that for you.

What, so you could send me away to school? And every summer.

No, that was your granddaddy's doing.

He said that I'd never make for any kind of a mother...

...and I should just take care of it.

You were my chance, Jones.

That he might come back.

I was your chance that he'd come back.

No. I knew he wasn't coming back.

You can't stop some people, Jones.

They come into your life destined to leave it.

You can wrap your arms tight around them.

The best that you can hope to do is just slow them down a little...

...because there's no holding on tight enough.

But you were mine.

You were my chance, and I blew it.

Blanche...

...no.

You didn't blow it, Blanche.

Jones!

-Guess what.-You're moving out.

Guess why I'm moving out.

-You got a part.-Yes!

It's a musical on a cruise ship, so my stuff is going into storage...

...and I'm going to sea.

-What happened to your eye?-Oh, it's nothing.

Congratulations, Lisa.

I left you something.

It's going to be worth something someday.

You want me to autograph it for you?

I'll just hold on to it.

Hi. Oh, brother, where you been?

Here, hit this, man. Check it out.

Hey!

Hey, what the f***?

Hey!

What are you doing? What are you doing?

What are you doing?

No talk, no rock, no rap, no crap.

Nothing but today's best country,24 hours a day.

Hey, you.

Wait a minute. I know you. What did I tell you, kid?

-What did I tell you?-I think you dropped this.

-Oh, my God.-Sh*t!

Sh*t! This is a new shirt!

This is a new shirt.

Sh*t. Sh*t!

Don't ever change that hair, okay?

What the hell did you do to my car?

-Sorry about that.-Liar.

What happened to your motorbike?

She just quit on me.

Nothing lasts forever.

Right.

Do you still think I'm the most beautiful woman in the world?

Shut up and drive.

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