You Kill Me Page #2

Guess what, Doris?

Frank's decided

to take the job.

Super.

Hey.

Hi, I'm Becky,

addict and alcoholic.

Hi.

Frank.

Hand me a plate.

Thanks.

- I also got an eating disorder.

- Good for you.

What, that I can say it?

Yeah, it took me so long.

And then I realized...

I was never full because

I felt so empty inside.

No, you're not supposed

to eat those.

They're just

for show, okay?

Oh.

I'm kidding.

- I'm Tom.

- Frank.

- Hi. This your first time?

- I've had cookies before.

So what do you

think so far?

It's all right.

A little talky.

Yeah, you know, um,

some people kinda

tend to wallow in it.

But me, you know,

I'll go months at a time

without saying anything.

Plus, it's a really

good place to meet guys.

Um, I'm not...

It's okay.

I'll get over it.

Hi. Brenda, alcoholic.

Hi, Brenda.

Just a couple of things:

They're ripping up

the playground next door,

so you'll have

to park on the street

for the next few weeks;

Second, uh, I have

a new list of sponsors

if anyone

is looking or...

looking to switch.

Raise your hands

when I call your names.

Tom, Robin and Susan

have all volunteered.

And the thing is, at a certain point,

you just decide that

the bar is not an option.

I just decide that?

Odds are you're

gonna drink again.

You have to want to quit.

- It doesn't seem like you do.

- Part of me does.

Which part?

Some part I don't like.

- Oh, like the dark meat on the chicken?

- Yeah.

Frank...

give it up

because you want to,

not because everybody

in the room's staring at you.

The first year,

it's all about trying.

If you think it's

about solving your problem,

you'll fail... a lot.

I'm already

pretty good at that.

You wouldn't be giving up

anything that you need.

Does that mean

you're my sponsor?

Does that mean

you're asking?

Is this the part

where we kiss?

Let's not make this any

harder than it's got to be.

Thanks for coming.

- Have a nice time in New York?

- I'm happy.

You see any shows?

Roman...

nothing drastic

needs to happen.

I'm completely agreeable.

You can plow and I can

offer you 15c

on every dollar that we take off

the union skim at Bethlehem Steel...

You cleared this

with your Chinese daddy?

Let's get something

straight, okay?

They're just the money.

I still do all of my own...

I started this business after the war...

me and Stan Falenczyk.

- We had nothing but a plow...

- Would you please spare me

that GI Diary bullshit?

You and that other

thug started a gang

just like everybody

else around here.

You got rich, you had a good run,

and now it's time to retire.

Hey!

This isn't just about business,

you Irish a**hole.

This is what I do.

If you take it, there isn't

dick left for me in Buffalo.

Well, then get

out of Buffalo.

Hey, are you Frank?

That's me.

- Doris said you could help me.

- I'm not following.

I'm Laurel Pearson.

I'm looking

for my stepfather.

- And there he is.

- Oh, I'm sorry.

Don't worry about it.

He's already dead.

What'd he do,

tie it himself?

It's not that

easy in reverse.

Mm-hmm. We need

to change his shoes.

- We do?

- Yep.

Mom wanted him buried

in his favorite shoes.

He was a big bowler.

You don't seem

too broken up.

- Even people you don't like die.

- Yeah.

I was thinking he

kind of looked like a prick.

- If you don't mind me saying.

- No.

No, not at all.

Also...

he seems to have

enormous feet.

Yeah, well, those

aren't his shoes.

I couldn't find his.

I stole those

from the Chestnut Lanes.

Don't tell my mom.

Might have to

break his toes.

Whatever gets the job done.

You look beautiful.

He looks real nice.

Good job.

Thanks.

Next time you might want

to ease up on the rouge.

He's looking

a little Raggedy Andy.

I wanted to thank you.

Abe looks like a real sport.

I'm glad you're pleased.

I'm sure he appreciates

how much care you gave to...

well, to make

every... everything...

Take it easy, Mom.

Here.

Just think, he's going out

wearing his favorite shoes.

- And they fit like a glove.

- Oh.

Can I help you to the car, ma'am?

That'd be fine.

Thank you.

Hang on a second.

His lipstick was smeared.

I got the eyes down.

I'm still working on the mouth.

You like working

with makeup?

I prefer it on women, really.

Guess it's hard to meet real live ones

in your line of work.

I'm usually in the back.

Although I've heard of

some people in your position,

you know, making do.

I'll see you there.

Thank you.

You're very strong.

Think my mother

might think you're cute.

She's been through a lot.

Hey, so maybe

I'll see you soon.

Jeez, I hope not.

Mom's still pretty frisky.

And I'm perfectly healthy.

No, look, if nobody dies,

maybe we could

get coffee sometime.

Sure.

That'd be nice.

It's a housewarming present.

No. Yeah, right.

I forgot, you're a killer.

What do you want?

Roman wanted to make sure

you were okay out here.

I know you know he's

got his hands full back in Buffalo.

So...

I said I'd check.

I checked.

And?

You ball your socks,

you floss.

And you don't hide booze

in the toilet tank.

- You live like a Mormon.

- You want to look up my ass, too?

Maybe later.

Cashew butter...

It's like peanut butter,

but with cashews.

Well, what is

wrong with peanuts?

Remind me to be

nice to you, cock.

Hello?

- Hello, Laurel?

- Who's this?

Frank.

Frank Falenczyk...

from the funeral home.

Finally.

What?

Frank Falenczyk,

funeral, finally.

Just playing with the F's.

For fun.

Oh, hmm.

Uh...

fabulous.

- I'm glad you called.

- Yeah?

Yeah, I need

those shoes back.

What?

Just kidding, Frank.

Listen...

- Do you want to go out tonight?

- Out?

- Yeah, with me.

- Oh, "out."

Well, yeah.

F***ing great.

I'm there.

- Where?

- What?

Calling you is about as far

as I got planning wise.

- Well, I know places.

- Great.

- Frank.

- Yeah?

I'm glad my

stepfather died.

You know,

it's a whole lot easier

f***ing girls you don't like

when you're really drunk.

I realize that may

sound harsh,

but in my defense, a lot

of them were drunk too.

If anyone was being

taken advantage of,

it was me.

And that had to stop.

Because it was there...

See you tomorrow.

...but it gets

old pretty quick

in terms

of nailing chicks.

Why am I here?

Frank.

Frank.

You okay?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

- So where are you headed?

I have a...

thing to do.

You know, if you're

going to drink, drink.

But please don't feel like

you need to lie to me...

I'm not gonna drink.

- Okay. See you.

- No, really.

Um, I mean...

I have a...

A what, Frank?

A date.

Is that okay?

- You think it's okay?

- I don't know.

I'm not sure I've

ever done it sober.

That's why at the beginning

there's not always room

for both the program

and women.

Or men for that matter.

And you should just

know going into it

that... there's

the possibility

it might not turn out

that well, that's all.

You're giving me

tremendous confidence here.

I just mean that...

you might be more raw

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