You're Not You Page #3

Hardly. My parents didn't even want

me to go to school in Houston.

Why are they so against it?

Oh, I don't know.

Probably 'cause I spent

four years outta high school trying

with nothing to show for it.

Except drawers of these.

You... You put music to them?

Not to this one. Well, not

that I remember, anyway.

Sometimes I write drunk.

Anyway, sleep good.

You too.

I'm sorry about Evan,

and I know you don't

like cussing,

but he's a f***ing a**hole.

Night.

How long you been up?

Evan called, like, 800 times.

I have somewhere I'd like to go.

A retirement home?

No, it's an assisted living

community for people of all ages.

This is bullshit.

Take me in, now.

Our guest services administrator

will be just a minute.

I bet you ladies would like

some cool refreshments.

Thank you.

If you're not getting

good enough care with me,

then fire my ass and find

a better replacement.

Please keep your voice down.

You think anybody in here

can hear me?

Look, I don't exactly have

a great track record when it comes to men,

but if this is about your

husband having an affair,

why are you taking a bullet?

Tell him to move in here.

- It's my fault, not his.

- That's it. That's it.

Bec, what are you doing?

Bec, stop!

Honey, unless those sippy

cups are laced with tequila,

we're outta here.

I'm the one who got sick.

Not him.

This isn't the life he built,

the life he deserves.

He turns me over in my sleep.

He feeds me, he bathes me.

He does everything

but breathe for me.

Believe me,

he'd do that if he could.

He's 37 years old.

He deserves happiness.

We all deserve some happiness.

What we don't all deserve...

...is a little extra snatch

on the side

from some skanky cooze.

- Last night...

- I don't wanna talk about it.

Last night, what were you doing

at the top of the stairs?

I just thought it'd be easier...

- I know what you thought.

- No, you don't.

Okay, you're right, I don't.

I don't even really know you.

But I'm actually starting

to like you.

The only other person I ever saw

up close like this was my grammy.

Every Thanksgiving,

my redneck cousins

would bet against her

lasting 'til Christmas.

And 12 years straight they lost.

Because she didn't take sh*t

from anyone.

Take me downtown.

Alright. I understand.

On the 15th...

I gotta go. Kate.

Thank God you're okay.

I've been worried sick about you.

- Where have you been?

- I want you to move out.

What?

- She said sh...

- I heard what she said.

Can you give us a minute,

please? In private.

Thank you.

Okay.

Look, it's not what you

think, and I'm not leaving.

Then I will.

Wait. What are you saying?

You want a divorce?

You're divorcing me, after everything

that we've been through,

- everything that I've...

- What?

Everything you've what, Evan?

Katie, please.

It was a mistake.

I made one mistake.

This isn't about your mistake.

This is about me not being

able to live one more second

feeling guilty

for what I did to your life.

I can't do it anymore.

I'm not gonna...

wait for you in bed.

- Katie, come on, just...

- I'm not gonna share a house with you.

- Please.

- No. Bec!

No. Don't touch me.

Kate, come on.

- Hi, Cynthia.

- Hi, Kate.

- Nice to see you.

- You too.

Oh, and he's all yours,

you skanky cooze!

You alright?

I think I just made the

biggest mistake of my life.

You wanna give him a call?

No...

I'll be okay.

I just feel bad.

You know, she's all alone.

What if something happens

to her in the night?

I just wanna say, if I see

you in a sweater set,

I'm gonna go backwards

Texas hoodrat on her ass.

Later.

Turn it off.

- Why?

- Please, just turn it off.

- Is this you playing?

- Damn it, Bec, just turn it off now.

- 'You have one message from...'

- 'Liam.'

Hey, okay.

Uh, sh*t, sh*t, sh*t.

Okay. Okay, um...

Drink. Drink. Hey!

Okay, just breathe.

Breathe. Just breathe.

Breathe with me. Breathe.

Hey. What do I do?

What do I do?

Sh*t, sh*t.

'You contacted Emergency

Alert. Help is on the way.'

- Cancel.

- What?

You want me to cancel?

This is, uh, Bec Cartwell,

calling on behalf of Katherine Parker.

I accidentally triggered the alarm

and I need to cancel it.

Thank you.

Don't ever do that again,

without asking me.

- Hey, I thought that you...

- I don't care.

It's my decision to make,

not yours.

You understand?

Say it.

I understand.

Hey, you.

You ever coming back

to my class?

- Professor.

- Ooh...

It's "professor" now, huh?

That's not good.

You should know you just

broke my personal record.

Most unreturned phone calls

from a former girlfriend.

I hardly think

I was ever a girlfriend.

We could work on that.

If... you ever call me back.

Do you think God invented sex

so we could bear

each other's shortcomings?

Because every time we do that,

I forget all the stuff I hate about you.

I wasn't aware

you hated anything about me.

So will you quit

cutting my class now? Huh?

Sorry. Just a lot going on

with Kate right now.

Kate? Who's Kate?

Do you ever listen

to anything I say?

Kate, the patient friend

I take care of.

Something funny?

You're actually responsible

for another person's life?

Where you going?

Economists think about costs,

ot just in terms of

an item's monetary value,

but also the opportunity

costs of a particular item...

I'm now in the chair,

and it's harder to breathe.

My voice, too -

especially at night.

Well, that's to be expected.

This process only moves in one direction,

but attitude goes a long way,

Kate.

- So, this one, too.

- No.

- Come on.

- Yes.

No, not those.

Okay, take 'em

before I change my mind.

Oh, my God.

I look like you.

Girl, go!

This is, like, the Porsche of wheelchairs

and it's just sitting here.

I know. Evan bought it

for me a year ago.

So what's the problem?

Riding in one of those

is like admitting I'm sick.

Which I am, so it's crazy.

Why don't you give it a whirl?

If you hate it,

we'll throw it in the trash.

Go, girl.

I'm catching up. Go on.

Ooh!

A little?

Come on, just a little.

Give me a couple of kicks.

There you go.

Just try it.

My husband bet you had

a spinal cord injury,

but I can spot one of my own

a mile away.

- I'm right, aren't I?

- Yes.

He lost.

Now he owes me the sexual

favor of my choice.

I'm Marilyn and this is John.

And now, in addition to

other intimate details,

you also know our names.

I'm Kate, and this is my...

This is Bec.

After this water torture,

would you care to partake

in a little herbal therapy?

It's not the prescribed

treatment for this painful-ass disease,

but it sure does feel good.

I'm a grown woman...

taking up pot.

Did she just say

"taking up pot"?

We got ourselves

a wild one here!

I'm happy and I don't know why.

- Oh, no, you didn't.

- Oh, yes, I did.

Whoo!

This damn illness...

It may take my arms, my legs,

my chest, my breathing,

my heart...

...but no matter

how hard it tries,

it'll never be able

to take away my funk.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes