Lost And Delirious Script - Dialogue Transcript

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Lost And Delirious Script


   

                   

Even then I had a bad feeling.



 

                   

I felt like a grey mouse, heading

right for the mouth of a cat.



 

                   

And there was nothing...

nothing I could do about it



 

                   

Since my mother had died of

stomach cancer three years before,



 

                   

I was beginning to forget



 

                   

what she looked like.



 

                   

When I looked in her compact

and saw my own face,



 

                   

I could remember hers.



 

                   

The powder smelled

like when I kissed



  

                   

her cheek.



  

                   

My mother...



  

                   

she would never have

sent me to boarding



  

                   

school.



  

                   

It... it does get easier.

Really.



  

                   

Oh, no, I'm fine. Really.



  

                   

Listen, I'd like you

to meet someone fantastic.



  

                   

Victoria!



  

                   

-Victoria, come and meet Mary.

-Okay. Just a minute.



  

                   

The food is really gross though.

Totally hospital, right?



  

                   

So we mostly save our allowances

and like order pizza or Chinese.



  

                   

And well.. you know,

the anorexics just eat erasers.



  

                   

I'm serious.



  

                   

We can get away with anything

up here. I mean anything.



  

                   

Wow! You're so out of shape!



  

                   

Come jogging with us or you'll

have a stroke before you're twenty.



  

                   

So... this is the bathroom

and the showers.



  

                   

-What's your name again?

-Most people just call me "Mouse."



  

                   

-Mouse?

-My dad's always called me that.



  

                   

Really? How come?



  

                   

My dad used to call me "Princess."

Made me barf.



  

                   

Better than "Mouse."



  

                   

Mine's the messy one.



  

                   

Of course. Major Slobberina.



  

                   

I can't help it. It's like rage

at my mother or something, right?



  

                   

And that's Paulie's.

This is mine. And...



  

                   

This one is yours.



  

                   

Sorry.



  

                   

Hey...



  

                   

Look, I know



  

                   

it's weird at first.



  

                   

But now, this is much more

home to me than home.



  

                   

Like the Lost Boys

in "Peter Pan," right?



  

                   

Except we're the Lost Girls, right?



  

                   

"Lost and Delirious."



  

                   

So when you're finished up here,

come party with us, okay?



  

                   

Want a smoke?



  

                   

Did I scare you?



  

                   

You got "New Girl"

written all over you,



  

                   

don't you?



  

                   

Like a fresh new lamb.

What are you?   ?    ?



  

                   

Some kind of brainiac?

Skipped a few grades?



  

                   

I'm Paulie... Oster.



  

                   

Mary Bedford.

Mouse really.



  

                   

They call me.



  

                   

I'd rather call you

"Shithead" than "Mouse."



  

                   

So you're rooming

with me and Tory, huh?



  

                   

Yeah. That's what Miss Vaughn said.



  

                   

Well, I guess she didn't like us

up there all by our lonesome.



  

                   

I've neve been

to a boarding school before.



  

                   

Well, now you're one of the

Lost Girls. Welcome to the club.



  

                   

Come on.



  

                   

Help me spike the punch.



  

                   

Let's get this party off its butt.



  

                   

Rage more.



  

                   

Rage more.



  

                   

Hey, girls.

Mind if we crash your tea party?



  

                   

Go away!

God, my brother is so annoying.



  

                   

He's cute, though.



  

                   

Hey, boys, can't you read the sign?

No dickheads allowed.



  

                   

Fuck, she's special, huh?



  

                   

And now I really want some tea.



  

                   

Yeah... Can a dickhead have some



  

                   

tea, please?



  

                   

You're my morning glory, Tory.



  

                   

Are you guys ready to party?



  

                   

Yeah!



  

                   

Paulie!



  

                   

Paulie, Paulie...



  

                   

What?



  

                   

I think young Paulie

just spiked the punch.



  

                   

Shall we pretend we don't know?



  

                   

I'd love to do that.

And I know you'd love that too.



  

                   

But that wouldn't be very good

"teachering," would it, Ms. Bannet?



  

                   

I can't do that.



  

                   

Before that day, I never knew what

people meant when they said "fun."



  

                   

I was like some kind of Dr. Spock.



  

                   

"And what is this "fun"?"

I don't know.



  

                   

It was like she kind of put a spell

on me and all my foreboding,



  

                   

that feeling I had, just...



  

                   

kind of vanished.



  

                   

Hey, New Girl.



  

                   

What do you think of Vonny?



  

                   

Don't call her "New Girl."

It's so rude.



  

                   

Miss Vaughn? She's nice.



  

                   

Some of the girls say

rude things about her.



  

                   

She and Bannet...



  

                   

they got it going for sure.



  

                   

Paulie, give it a rest.



  

                   

She's just a single lady and they're

very good friends. And that's it.



   

                   

Don't be so mean.



   

                   

And homophobic.



   

                   

She seemed nice to me.



   

                   

I mean, um...



   

                   

normal. Well, not...



   

                   

I'm not saying she's not nice,

New Girl. I'm saying she's a lezbo,



   

                   

and she's got the hots



   

                   

for Tory here.



   

                   

Who can blame her, right?

Miss Beautiful.



   

                   

Sorry.



   

                   

I wasn't really sure



   

                   

what I had just seen.



   

                   

I know this sounds like naive,



   

                   

but at first...



   

                   

I thought they were like,

practicing for boys.



   

                   

In Rainy River, you see, nothing had

really changed since the fifties.



   

                   

It's morning time, you lazy sluts.



   

                   

-Out of bed or we kick your butts!

-Ally, get out of my face.



   

                   

I mean it.



   

                   

Mary, this is my sister Ally.

She's a moron, aren't you, Ally?



   

                   

And she has warts like all over



   

                   

her toes! It's really gross.



   

                   

-Get your gross toes out of my bed.

-Don't listen to her, Mary.



   

                   

My toes are perfect.



   

                   

Now get your fat

stinking butt out of here.



   

                   

Out, out, out!

Come back and I'm gonna



   

                   

whip your butt.

Fucking teenyboppers!



   

                   

Fucking grow up!



   

                   

Hey, I think there's

blueberry pancakes today.



   

                   

God.



   

                   

Wake up.



   

                   

-Mary. Laurie.

-Hi. How are you?



   

                   

Hi.



   

                   

Oh, this looks so amazing.



   

                   

I could totally give

my life for blueberry pancakes.



   

                   

Don't you love

blueberry pancakes, Mouse?



   

                   

Yeah.



   

                   

Hey, hey, hey.

No bottom feeders!



   

                   

-Out!

-Get out!



   

                   

Come on.



   

                   

Out! Out! Out!



   

                   

We want to define

the minimum value of the quadratic



   

                   

function.



   

                   

Now in order to do this, we must



   

                   

complete the square.

Since we know



   

                   

the leading coefficient is...



   

                   

We know, this, ladies.



   

                   

-Cordelia?

-One.



   

                   

One. Yes.



   

                   

Thank you.



   

                   

We simply add



   

                   

half



   

                   

of a linear term



   

                   

to "X" and square the result.



   

                   

To get the constant term of   ...



   

                   

Victoria?



   

                   

Yes?



   

                   

Come. Help me.



   

                   

You...



   

                   

want me to do the problem?



   

                   

Yes, I want you

to do the problem.



   

                   

Okay. I'll try.



   

                   

What seems to be the delay?



   

                   

Victoria?



   

                   

I don't get it.



   

                   

And what



   

                   

is it exactly

that you don't get?



   

                   

The... the "X". I mean like...



   

                   

Like where do you get the "X"?

I mean...



   

                   

why?



   

                   

What is...



   

                   

what is an "X"?

Like...



   

                   

You don't get what the "X" is?



   

                   

Perhaps if you spent less



   

                   

time gabbing and a little

more time listening...



   

                   

"Gabbing?"



   

                   

I consider that word

a punch in the face, Ms. Bannet.



   

                   

I beg your pardon, Pauline?



   

                   

It's a word males use

to shoot us down.



   

                   

To trivialize

our talking to each other.



   

                   

You want to be part

of that shit, huh?



   

                   

Pauline Oster, you will not



   

                   

use that kind of language



   

                   

in my class again.



   

                   

Do you hear me?



   

                   

Do you hear me?



   

                   

I have had it up to here...



   

                   

Up to my eyeballs

with your disrespect.



   

                   

-What do you think you're doing?

-Teaching. What you should've done.



   

                   

Paulie, please.



   

                   

-It's okay.

-Out of my classroom!



   

                   

You will go to Miss Vaughn's



   

                   

and explain why you are not in my

class and suffer the consequences.



   

                   

Do you hear me?



   

                   

Am I not clear?



   

                   

You have a nice day now, Eleanor.



   

                   

-So what's your next class?

-Reading.



   

                   

-Down the hall. On your right, okay?

-Yeah.



   

                   

you'll be fine.

Bye.



   

                   

That's it. You know you don't own

her. Victoria can speak for herself.



   

                   

Do you understand?



   

                   

-Do you understand?

-She wasn't thinking. She...



   

                   

She wasn't saying anything.



   

                   

-She was saying what she wanted to.

-She wasn't. She was just saying...



   

                   

It is her class.



   

                   

I will not have you terrorizing

my school. Do you hear?



   

                   

Who wants to hear the letter

to my blood mother?



   

                   

You wrote it?



   

                   

Did they actually

give you her address?



   

                   

No. But they said

they'd send it on to her.



   

                   

And then if she's into it,

we can have like... a meeting.



   

                   

I know.

That would be so



   

                   

fucking...



   

                   

"Dear my real Mother,



   

                   

Don't be scared.



   

                   

It's totally okay

that you gave me up.



   

                   

You were only a kid,

I totally understand.



   

                   

Don't be scared of me.

I'm not scary.



   

                   

I know you had a hard life.



   

                   

And I have had a pretty good one.



   

                   

Comfortable, you know,

if a little chilly.



   

                   

Well, I imagine you living in some

apartment in Gerard and Parliament



   

                   

selling your ass for a living.

And I just thought



   

                   

I'd get in touch and we could

go for a beer sometime.



   

                   

Your loving daughter,



   

                   

Paulie.



   

                   

P.S. Janet,



   

                   

my fake mother, she smiles without

her eyes and her hands are cold."



   

                   

I really hope she answers, P.



   

                   

When she's old, I'm gonna

carry her around on my back.



   

                   

You've never even met her?



   

                   

Children's Aid took me

away from her in hospital.



   

                   

She held me for one whole day.



   

                   

Every minute.



   

                   

That's what they told me.



   

                   

I never write to my mom.

We always like talk on the phone.



   

                   

Maybe that's why you

never say what you mean?



   

                   

I can't say what I mean, P.



   

                   

I mean, how could I ever

really say to her what I mean?



   

                   

Even in a letter.



   

                   

I mean like,



   

                   

"Dear Mommy, I hate you.



   

                   

The most recent reason being that

you went on about my teeth at Easter



   

                   

in front of all your gross friends.



   

                   

You want me to be like...



   

                   

your perfect Junior League girl,

and grow up to do like



   

                   

charity balls and be like the

concubine of some banker. Like you.



   

                   

But the truth of it is



   

                   

I am addicted to you.



   

                   

Like chocolate.



   

                   

I'm like I just always

want to be around you.



   

                   

I'm just like some stupid little

puppy, and you just keep kicking



   

                   

my teeth in with your words.



   

                   

No, your tone.



   

                   

And sometimes...



   

                   

I don't know...



   

                   

sometimes I wish you were dead."



   

                   

Rage more, Victoria.



   

                   

I can't believe I just said that.



   

                   

My stepmother's always talking



   

                   

about me when I'm there.



   

                   

I hate it.



   

                   

I hate her.



   

                   

I think she's jealous



   

                   

of my closeness to my dad.



   

                   

Tory's mom's

insanely jealous of her.



   

                   

Creeps me fuck out.



   

                   

Why would she be jealous of me?



   

                   

What?



   

                   

Hey, Mary.

You didn't do your letter yet?



   

                   

Oh. She died three years ago.



   

                   

I'm sorry.



   

                   

No, it's okay.



   

                   

I just don't see the point

of writing her a letter.



   

                   

Maybe she could hear you, you know?



   

                   

If I did write her a letter...



   

                   

Go for it.



   

                   

"Dear Mother,



   

                   

Remember you asked me

when you were sick...



   

                   

well, dying...?



   

                   

It was fall.



   

                   

October.



   

                   

Still hot that year,

and your room



   

                   

it smelled like

sweet rotten apples.



   

                   

And I was holding

your head in my arms



   

                   

and your breathing was so fast



   

                   

and like shallow...



   

                   

You said, 'Mary,



   

                   

please



   

                   

remember me.'



   

                   

And the thing is



   

                   

I do sometimes forget

what you Iook like..."



   

                   

Brave.



   

                   

Do you really not remember

what she looked like?



   

                   

Sometimes.



   

                   

Oh, God, that is so incredibly sad.



   

                   

"Brave."



   

                   

That's your new name.

Mary B.



   

                   

"B" for "Brave."



   

                   

"Mouse" is dead.



   

                   

We're glad you're

our new roommate, Mary.



   

                   

Aren't we, Paulie?



   

                   

Duh. Are you glad to be our new

roommate, Mary Brave?



   

                   

Come on. Truth. Be honest.



   

                   

Excuse me.



   

                   

I was wondering...



   

                   

Would you?



   

                   

Could you?



   

                   

You like to garden?



   

                   

Yeah.



   

                   

Yes. I used to do it every day,



   

                   

like from April till it snowed



   

                   

with my mother.

Before



   

                   

she passed away.



   

                   

A couple of years ago.



   

                   

I'm sorry to hear that.



   

                   

So, I was wondering if maybe

you could use some help sometime?



   

                   

Or, if you'd rather not,

that's totally fine.



   

                   

No, no, no. That's okay.

It's uh... That'd be nice.



   

                   

It's uh... first time

in twenty years



   

                   

that one of the girls offered.



   

                   

It's sort of like a sign coming.

Dawning of a new age.



   

                   

Yeah, well...



   

                   

I was just kidding.



   

                   

I'll run it past Fay.



   

                   

I mean Miss Vaughn.



   

                   

The head mistress.



   

                   

I'm sure she'll be okay with that.



   

                   

Hey, what's your name?



   

                   

Well, it's...



   

                   

it's in transition.



   

                   

In transition?



   

                   

I like that.



   

                   

So uh...



   

                   

how do you spell that?

Is that with a "ph" or an "f"?



   

                   

You're a... you're a bit

of a thinker, aren't you?



   

                   

I don't know.



   

                   

Well, you are.



   

                   

So, I'll be expecting you...

"in transition."



   

                   

And get yourself some gloves.



   

                   

So...



   

                   

She's been planning

this trip to Italy all year.



   

                   

I just can't call

her up and be like,



   

                   

"Sorry, Mom, trip's off. I'm going

tree planting out west with Paulie."



   

                   

Tory...



   

                   

You know what I want to do.



   

                   

But I can't.



   

                   

She's been acting really

psycho lately, Paulie...



   

                   

And I don't know...



   

                   

I have to spend some time with her.



   

                   

Besides, you and me will be

together in the fall at McGill.



   

                   

We will be so together.



   

                   

I'm going to plant      trees a day.



   

                   

And win a golden shovel for you.



   

                   

She gets serious nightmares.



   

                   

Shall we go easy

today for Mary Brave?



   

                   

You are gonna love it in here.

It's so cool.



   

                   

Are you okay?



   

                   

You should be able to speak easily.



   

                   

No pain, no gain, Mary Brave.



   

                   

You're doing good for your first

time out. Don't you think, Paulie?



   

                   

Not bad.



   

                   

I think we're doing

seven-and-half-minute miles.



   

                   

No way. Nine at the fastest.

We're dragging our butts, man.



   

                   

-Oh shit.

-Oh, God.



   

                   

It's so beautiful.



   

                   

Don't touch it if you

don't want to get bit.



   

                   

I wasn't gonna touch it.



   

                   

Just leave it to me. Okay.



   

                   

Okay, I'll take care of it.



   

                   

I said just leave it to me.



   

                   

I'll meet up with you later. Go.



   

                   

Come on. When she has

something in her head...



   

                   

Hey, there.



   

                   

Hi!



   

                   

One of you sexy ladies would like

to smoke a split with us?



   

                   

Uh... but thanks.

We're in training so...



   

                   

Hey, aren't you

Tim Moller's sister?



   

                   

-Yeah, I'm Tory.

-Hi.



   

                   

And this is Mary.



   

                   

Nice to meet you.

I'm Jake Hollander.



   

                   

And uh, this is John.

And that idiot is Phil.



   

                   

-Hi.

-Hi.



   

                   

So anyway um...



   

                   

-We gotta get going.

-Hey, Tory,



   

                   

isn't it Tim's   th coming up?

down at the Bluenote?



   

                   

Yeah. Yeah, it is.



   

                   

Sounds like a good time.

You gonna be there?



   

                   

Um... maybe.



   

                   

Anyways, we gotta go.



   

                   

I hope to see you there, Tory.



   

                   

-"I hope to see you there, Tory."

-Shut up.



   

                   

-I think he likes you.

-Who?



   

                   

You know who.



   

                   

He liked my tits.



   

                   

They all like my tits.



   

                   

-So you're gonna go?

-Where?



   

                   

To your brother's birthday party?



   

                   

And have all those gross guys

groping me? I'd rather stay home.



   

                   

I wonder what Paulie's

done with that bird.



   

                   

Paulie!



   

                   

Paulie!



   

                   

Oh, my God!

Is that for the bird?



   

                   

If they can see too much they get

freaked out. And they go psycho.



   

                   

-Do you think he's gonna fly again?

-I'm gonna take care of it.



   

                   

This is gonna be way, way cool.



   

                   

Come here.



   

                   

I would so totally

lose it without you, P.



   

                   

Don't worry.

I'm gonna protect you.



   

                   

My mother, she really

liked to get her hands dirty.



   

                   

I'm always afraid

of like... worm eggs.



   

                   

Worm eggs?



   

                   

Do worms lay eggs?



   

                   

I think so.

Or no. I don't know.



   

                   

I don't think they lay eggs.

I think they just kind of...



   

                   

ooze up out of the earth.



   

                   

Your mother,

she sounds pretty interesting.



   

                   

I like a woman who doesn't

mind getting her hands dirty.



   

                   

Yeah. She would say, "Hey,

don't worry. It's a clean dirt."



   

                   

-She was funny.

-Yeah.



   

                   

Every year, in the spring,

she would wake me up in the morning



   

                   

and she would whisper in my ear

"The first crocus is here."



   

                   

And we would go outside

in our nightgowns and bare feet.



   

                   

And get your feet dirty. Together.



   

                   

I don't know if they

didn't know I could hear.



   

                   

Orjust pretended they didn't know.



   

                   

But after a while,

it was... kind of...



   

                   

I don't know, okay.



   

                   

Their sounds, their whispers...



   

                   

their shadows became kind of..



   

                   

well, just like part

of my dream or something.



   

                   

Just the way things were.



   

                   

It's morning time you lazy...



   

                   

-Holy fuck!

-Oh, my God!



   

                   

Bedford, shut the door.



   

                   

Look your...

your sister gets nightmares.



   

                   

She's like...



   

                   

She's like screaming in her sleep.



   

                   

Bedford...



   

                   

It isn't. It really

isn't what you think.



   

                   

Get out.



   

                   

-Get out of my bed.

-Relax. She'll get over it.



   

                   

You don't know Allison.

Okay, she'll go hysterical.



   

                   

She's gonna go

straight to Mom and Dad.



   

                   

So?



   

                   

Fuck it.

It's the   st century, right?



   

                   

No, no.



   

                   

You don't understand.



   

                   

You just...

you don't understand.



   

                   

I swear to God. She crawled into

my bed. I didn't know she was there.



   

                   

She crawled into your bed?



   

                   

I think she has a crush on me.

I've told her I'm not like that.



   

                   

Tory, that's disgusting.



   

                   

Why don't you tell somebody?

Tell Vaughn. Have her kicked out.



   

                   

I feel sorry for her.



   

                   

Being adopted and everything.



   

                   

Tory, you are too nice.



   

                   

So, you'll tell

your friends, right?



   

                   

you'll tell them the truth.

That I'm not like that.



   

                   

Of course.



   

                   

I can't believe

I ever thought you were!



   

                   

And Mom and Dad, you're not

gonna tell them anything, right?



   

                   

No, Tore.



   

                   

But are you sure you're not...?



   

                   

Ally! I love guys.



   

                   

I'm boy-crazy, if anything.



   

                   

Actually, there's this really cute

guy from RAB I met. Jake.



   

                   

And he is so totally

in love with me.



   

                   

Yeah? You gonna go out with him?



   

                   

Are you kidding? We're going to

Tim's party together. Friday.



   

                   

Allison? Come on.



   

                   

Don't worry, Tore.



   

                   

I'll straighten everything out.



   

                   

Hey, Tory.



   

                   

So, how are you?



   

                   

Look, first of all,



   

                   

whatever they are

saying is trashtalk.



   

                   

Stupid.



   

                   

I know you guys won't listen to it.



   

                   

Of course not.



   

                   

But God, I mean, even if it was

true, I'd still be like, "So?



   

                   

Grow up."



   

                   

But it's not true.



   

                   

"I mean like my aunt is gay.

Like get over it."



   

                   

Yeah, but I'm not.

Totally, so...



   

                   

No, I know.



   

                   

She's upset.



   

                   

Give her time.



   

                   

Bedford, this is a dark day.



   

                   

""Darkling



   

                   

stand the varying

shores of the world.



   

                   

O, Anthony! Anthony! Anthony!"



   

                   

Ah... Her beloved is dying.



   

                   

You see?



   

                   

And so she calls upon the sun



   

                   

to burn the whole sphere,

the world, in fact. Hm?



   

                   

Her feeling is,



   

                   

how can nothing



   

                   

in nature change when such an

extraordinary shattering...?



   

                   

Listen to this.

A little later she goes,



   

                   

"Shall I abide in this dull world

which in thy absence



   

                   

is no better than a sty?"



   

                   

Sty. I like that.



   

                   

And a bit later, she says,



   

                   

"The crown of the earth doth melt.



   

                   

And there is nothing left



   

                   

remarkable beneath

the visiting moon."



   

                   

"Nothing." I know that.



   

                   

Mm. Yes. Oh, yes.



   

                   

Eventually we all do, hm?



   

                   

You see what this is all about is



   

                   

love.



   

                   

Mad, passionate love



   

                   

that crosses all boundaries.



   

                   

And that's why we



   

                   

still relate to it today.



   

                   

Who among us has not felt passion?



   

                   

I know there are some

who would say that



   

                   

love is outmoded. Tired.



   

                   

Well, er... a social construct,



   

                   

if you like. Hm?



   

                   

What do you girls think?

Laurie?



   

                   

When my father left my mother for

his girlfriend, he said it was love.



   

                   

But it was obvious



   

                   

to everyone that it was well...



   

                   

sex.



   

                   

I think love is sex.



   

                   

I think it's like... projection.



   

                   

Like a mirage in the desert?



   

                   

You see what you want

in the person, you know?



   

                   

No, no, no.



   

                   

It's a chemical high induced by your

body so you'll want to make babies.



   

                   

It's money.



   

                   

Liar!



   

                   

Liar! Liar!



   

                   

You've all got your heads up

your assholes, because Love is.



   

                   

It just is. And nothing

you can say can make it go away



   

                   

because it is the point

of why we are here.



   

                   

It is the highest point



   

                   

and once you are up there,



   

                   

looking down on everyone else...



   

                   

you're there forever.



   

                   

Because if you'll move, right?



   

                   

you'll fall.



   

                   

you'll fall.



   

                   

Yes, Paulie.



   

                   

Hm... I think you may be right.



   

                   

Listen, Mary,



   

                   

I have to talk

to you about Paulie...



   

                   

I know the whole thing must be

really weird for you and I'm sorry.



   

                   

But, like, you are

the only one that I can really...



   

                   

Look, you don't know my parents.

Okay.



   

                   

They are super super straight



   

                   

and super religious and they would

literally never speak to me again.



   

                   

And... I need them

to be a part of my life.



   

                   

I couldn't deal with losing them.



   

                   

I mean, I love Paulie.



   

                   

You know that I do.



   

                   

She's my best friend in the world



   

                   

and probably the only person

that I will ever love, like,



   

                   

like in the way

that Cleopatra loved.



   

                   

And to hurt her...



   

                   

feels like I'm choking, you know?



   

                   

Like I'm not in the breathing world.



   

                   

But like there's this life

that I'm supposed to live, okay?



   

                   

Like this dream my mother

and my father have for me...



   

                   

and even though

it is killing me,...



   

                   

even if it's killing me, Mary,



   

                   

I will never be the same

laughing-goofy Tory with her ever.



   

                   

I cannot be with her ever.

Not ever. Ever again.



   

                   

And the thing is, Mary,

it all depends on you now.



   

                   

I mean...



   

                   

Paulie is gonna...

take this very hard.



   

                   

Okay, she's really sensitive.



   

                   

And...



   

                   

she's really gonna

need a loyal friend.



   

                   

She's gonna need you



   

                   

more than anyone

has ever needed you, Mary.



   

                   

You think you can handle it?



   

                   

What are you putting

that shit on for?



   

                   

Because.



   

                   

Because why?



   

                   

Because I'm going out.



   

                   

-Oh, where you going?

-Just out. With a friend.



   

                   

What friend?



   

                   

Just a friend of mine. OK?



   

                   

I'm just interested

to know, that's all.



   

                   

Well, yeah, friends should

respect each other's privacy.



   

                   

Friends?



   

                   

Yeah, friends.



   

                   

We're all friends here,

aren't we, Mary B.?



   

                   

We're not just friends.



   

                   

I'm sorry, Paulie.



   

                   

Are you okay?



   

                   

In her eyes,

that brightness, heh?



   

                   

Just like my fake mother...



   

                   

that brightness when she lies...



   

                   

Make you big and strong.



   

                   

You can fly far away from here.



   

                   

You can fly far away from here.



   

                   

We will fly away from here.



   

                   

We will away from here forever.



   

                   

Yeah,



   

                   

you're gonna fly far away from here.



   

                   

Until that night, I had never,



   

                   

never had any feeling

down there at all.



   

                   

I was...



   

                   

a kind of wooden doll

without blood in my body.



   

                   

But that night,



   

                   

that night, I started

to feel the blood moving.



   

                   

Did you have a good time?



   

                   

It's none of

your business, Paulie.



   

                   

You lied to me.



   

                   

I said I was going out with

a friend and that's what I did.



   

                   

Do you always fuck

your friends up against trees?



   

                   

My life is none of your business.

You have no right to spy on me.



   

                   

Everything you do is my business.

You are my business and I am yours.



   

                   

-If you spy on me again...

-What?



   

                   

Just don't.



   

                   

Are you gonna see him again?



   

                   

Listen, Paulie.



   

                   

It's time we...



   

                   

we grew out of it.



   

                   

This is not right anymore.



   

                   

I just want to be friends, okay?



   

                   

This is not happening.



   

                   

Tory...



   

                   

Baby, please...



   

                   

Would you just please...



   

                   

-let me go?

-Is this about Allison?



   

                   

Your parents?

Please?



   

                   

Don't do this to me.



   

                   

What is that, Mary?



   

                   

Oh, just



   

                   

some seeds.

For, you know, the garden out there.



   

                   

Seeds?



   

                   

That's better than

what my mother gets me.



   

                   

It's like, oh, my God,

her taste is like so Ralph Lauren.



   

                   

I hope you don't think

I'm like... butting in but...



   

                   

I thought you should know people

are saying like not very nice things



   

                   

-about you.

-Things?



   

                   

Oh, because of the way

you're hanging with Paulie.



   

                   

I guess they think that you're...

you must be like her.



   

                   

I mean everybody knows that

she practically raped my sister.



   

                   

Tory said that she crawled

into bed naked with her.



   

                   

Well, Paulie's my friend.



   

                   

So I guess it doesn't really

matter what other people think.



   

                   

-Hey!

-Hey.



   

                   

How much does it matter

what people think?



   

                   

I don't know. It depends

how you're paid, I guess.



   

                   

How much they're paying you?



   

                   

My father sent me some seeds.



   

                   

I was wondering if I could

plant them somewhere.



   

                   

Well...



   

                   

in the birch I should

leave you a spot.



   

                   

Let's see what you got.



   

                   

Whew! Worm eggs!



   

                   

Jake's hands are magic.

He knows exactly how to touch me.



   

                   

Teenage boys are so clumsy though.



   

                   

No. He's so perfect you wouldn't

believe it. He's like...



   

                   

like a sculptor.



   

                   

Roger... well Roger is no sculptor.



   

                   

More like a...

well, kind of like a plumber.



   

                   

Mine finishes as soon as



   

                   

-he's inside. The second.

-That's what you get with mating

with a    year old...



   

                   

Jake...



   

                   

Oh man...



   

                   

Jake could go all night.

He's a total man.



   

                   

Yeah, let's go. Come on.



   

                   

You wouldn't take it

lying down, would you?



   

                   

If some girl bird

broke up with you?



   

                   

You wouldn't just lie

there and squawk.



   

                   

You'd fly up to the highest branch

and swoop your lady love back again.



   

                   

You'd fly her away through the sky.



   

                   

You wouldn't just lie

there and take it...



   

                   

like a girl.



   

                   

Paulie?



   

                   

Pick up a shard.



   

                   

I said pick up a shard!



   

                   

Our blood runs together, right?



   

                   

Blood of the raptor.



   

                   

Now, cut off my hair.



   

                   

What for?



   

                   

Because I'm going to war.



   

                   

I got nothing to lose now.



   

                   

Paulie, this is crazy.



   

                   

Come on.



   

                   

Paulie... is this for Tory?



   

                   

Just cut off my hair!



   

                   

She wants a guy.

Not a girl with hacked hair.



   

                   

What do you know about it?



   

                   

I'm sorry.



   

                   

I'm... I'm sorry, okay?



   

                   

I just...

I just got to get her back.



   

                   

Paulie, listen to me.

Tory is not a lesbian.



   

                   

So you should just

forget about her, okay?



   

                   

Lesbian?



   

                   

Lesbian? Are you fucking kidding me?

You think I'm a lesbian?



   

                   

You're a girl in love

with a girl, aren't you?



   

                   

No! I'm Paulie in love with Tory.

Remember?



   

                   

And Tory is... she is

in love with me. Because



   

                   

she is mine and I am hers



   

                   

and neither of us are



   

                   

lesbians. God!



   

                   

"I will make me a willow



   

                   

cabin at your gate. And call

upon my soul within the house.



   

                   

I will write loyal



   

                   

cantons of condemned love



   

                   

and sing them loud

even in the dead of night.



   

                   

I will hallo your name

to the reverberate hills



   

                   

and make babbling gossip

of the air cry out 'Victoria!"'



   

                   

Paulie?



   

                   

Why don't you come down?



   

                   

Don't ever touch a raptor.



   

                   

Please.



   

                   

-I should have seen it come.

-I saw it coming. I told you.



   

                   

It's still coming.



   

                   

I bet he doesn't know how

to do what I can do for you.



   

                   

Paulie, please.



   

                   

No, Paulie.



   

                   

There'll be no more of this, okay?



   

                   

I love Jake.



   

                   

Paulie,



   

                   

listen to me. I'm going

to say this once and never...



   

                   

ever again.



   

                   

I will never love anybody

the way I love you, okay?



   

                   

Never.



   

                   

You know that



   

                   

and I know that.



   

                   

And I will die knowing that, okay?



   

                   

It just can never... it



   

                   

just can never ever forever be.



   

                   

Do you understand?



   

                   

It just can never...



   

                   

ever forever be.



   

                   

Hey, Mary!



   

                   

So what did you get

on that geography...



   

                   

Go ahead.

Laugh, it's okay.



   

                   

If you want to laugh, laugh.



   

                   

What's so funny?



   

                   

I know it.



   

                   

I'm funny.



   

                   

Paulie, that's enough.



   

                   

That's enough, Paulie.



   

                   

Paulie, please.



   

                   

Your parents are

very worried about you, Paulie.



   

                   

They say you don't

return their calls.



   

                   

I have no parents.



   

                   

I had...



   

                   

what used to be called

a nervous breakdown once.



   

                   

When I was a few years

older than you are. And uh...



   

                   

Someone got me help.



   

                   

And looking back, Paulie,

I am very glad they did.



   

                   

Because if they hadn't...



   

                   

Well, I don't know... it was



   

                   

like I was a car with no driver.



   

                   

Shall I abide in this dull world



   

                   

which in her absence

is no better than a sty?



   

                   

Hey!



   

                   

How's it going?



   

                   

Okay.



   

                   

Kind of weird actually.



   

                   

What's going on?



   

                   

You've ever known

somebody who changed?



   

                   

What kind of change?



   

                   

Like total.



   

                   

Like the change from

this to the winter freeze.



   

                   

Yeah.



   

                   

Yeah?



   

                   

Grass comes back every spring green

as ever. I guess people can too.



   

                   

Some people never

come back, though. Right?



   

                   

Yeah, some people.



   

                   

Listen, why don't you...?



   

                   

I have to go.



   

                   

You will not fall.



   

                   

""Come, you spirits



   

                   

that tend on mortal thoughts.



   

                   

Unsex me here!

And



   

                   

fill me from the crown to the toe



   

                   

full of the direst cruelty.



   

                   

Make thick my blood.



   

                   

Stop up the access

and passage to remorse



   

                   

that no compunctious visiting

of nature shake my



   

                   

fell purpose.



   

                   

Come to my



   

                   

woman's breasts and



   

                   

take my milk for gall, you



   

                   

murdering ministers, wherever



   

                   

in your sightless substances you



   

                   

wait on nature's mischief!

Come



   

                   

thick night, and



   

                   

pall thee in

the dunnest smoke of hell that



   

                   

my keen knife see



   

                   

not the wound it makes,



   

                   

nor Heaven



   

                   

peep through the blanket

of the dark to cry,



   

                   

'Hold, hold!"'



   

                   

Now, does anyone know



   

                   

what our friend Lady M. is on about?



   

                   

Cordelia?



   

                   

Vampires?



   

                   

Oh well, I've never

heard that interpretation.



   

                   

Oh, but that doesn't mean



   

                   

it's invalid, Cordelia.

Tell us more.



   

                   

Well, just... all the blood?



   

                   

Okay.



   

                   

Thinking about our lunch,

were we, Cordelia? Hm, again?



   

                   

Ah, Paulie?



   

                   

You looked like you

were involved with the piece.



   

                   

I was just thinking whether the Jays

would take the World Series again.



   

                   

I don't believe you, Paulie.

I saw you listening.



   

                   

You can go fuck yourself sideways.



   

                   

Paulie is going through



   

                   

a difficult time. Mm?



   

                   

Now, shall I offer up



   

                   

my interpretation?



   

                   

I think that Lady Macbeth...



   

                   

She wants to get up the guts.



   

                   

Yes, Mary.



   

                   

To do what she has to do.



   

                   

Only the girl



   

                   

part of her doesn't have the guts.



   

                   

So she says,

"Turn my milk to gall"



   

                   

and I think gall is poison.



   

                   

But then what

would happen to the baby?



   

                   

The baby would die.



   

                   

And she wants

not to care about that.



   

                   

She wants not to care,

to be like a guy,



   

                   

like a man.



   

                   

Men don't care, see?



   

                   

I liked what you said about the

Shakespeare. That scary speech.



   

                   

-You did?

-I wish I could be "unsexed"



   

                   

or whatever. I mean like it all just

causes so much trouble, you know?



   

                   

Ah, so see you later.



   

                   

Read it.



   

                   

-Out loud?

-Yeah. Right now.



   

                   

"Dear Miss Oster,



   

                   

After much difficulty, we have

located your birth mother but we are



   

                   

sorry to inform you that she does

not wish to be contacted by you..."



   

                   

Do you want me to keep reading?



   

                   

-Sorry, Paulie.

-Know what? She has a life.



   

                   

She has a right

to a fucking life, Mouse.



   

                   

You should have got

out of my way, man.



   

                   

I have been looking

everywhere for you.



   

                   

I'm sorry I said

"go fuck yourself" in class there.



   

                   

I was way out of line.

You can give me a detention.



   

                   

Give me two.



   

                   

I know someone, Paulie.

A friend



   

                   

of mine who could really help you.



   

                   

Help me what?



   

                   

Help you deal...



   

                   

I think people who lie to themselves

need help, Fay. Don't you?



   

                   

Oh, believe me, please.



   

                   

I know what you're going through.



   

                   

No, you don't.



   

                   

Love can be...



   

                   

a very painful experience.

I know.



   

                   

You don't know anything.



   

                   

Yes, Paulie. I think I know.



   

                   

She's the only person

who ever loved me, you know?



   

                   

I think I'll die without her.



   

                   

Hey, kid!



   

                   

-You know Jake Hollander?

-Yeah, I know him.



   

                   

Alright, give this to him

or I'll kick your butt.



   

                   

""Jake, you butthole.



   

                   

Saturday noon.

Dark noon foryou.



   

                   

Eastside Ravine.



   

                   

Duel to the death for the heart

of my queen, Victoria.



   

                   

Yours truly,

Paulie, the Raptor. ""



   

                   

No, the dinner's at six,

the tour is at five...



   

                   

Well, okay.



   

                   

Be here for the dinner. I don't want

to be the only one without a father.



   

                   

I don't know...

Chicken Kiev, lobster,



   

                   

everything, it's a buffet.



   

                   

Okay, so I'll see you on Friday.

Six o'clock sharp.



   

                   

Oh, yeah, I'm fine.



   

                   

Just...



   

                   

Maybe. I'll tell you

when I see you.



   

                   

Okay.



   

                   

Yeah.



   

                   

Love you. Bye.



   

                   

She's fucking fried, man.



   

                   

I think she sounds really unstable.

I don't think it's such a good idea.



   

                   

She's making Tory's life hell.



   

                   

-Why doesn't Tory just cut off?

-She's too nice.



   

                   

-That's who she is.

-Come on, man.



   

                   

Do it for Tory.

Do it for your woman.



   

                   

Why not?

A duel sounds like fun.



   

                   

He's never been on time

for anything in his life.



   

                   

He could be caught in traffic.

It gets really bad coming here.



   

                   

Yeah, for sure.



   

                   

Hello, Miss Bannet.

How are you?



   

                   

-Fine.

-Good.



   

                   

-What a wonderful party...

-Hey, hold on.



   

                   

Are you well? Yes? Good.



   

                   

-Oh, it's you.

-Miss Vaughn...



   

                   

-I wanna dance.

-Well, let's go then.



   

                   

Good evening, Victoria.



   

                   

Hello, Bruce.



   

                   

Good evening.



   

                   

Bruce, I wonder if I might cut in.



   

                   

This is a joke, right, Victoria?



   

                   

Joke?



   

                   

I'm asking you. Nicely.



   

                   

Can I dance

with your daughter, please?



   

                   

I'm afraid I don't think that's

appropriate or Victoria either.



   

                   

Are you crazy?



   

                   

What, don't you like dancing?



   

                   

You used to love to dance

with me on the roof. Remember?



   

                   

-Paulie, please.

-What?



   

                   

Don't make this difficult.



   

                   

You love me, Tory.



   

                   

Like a friend.



   

                   

As a lover.



   

                   

Say it.



   

                   

"I'm in love with you, Paulie."

Say it or I'll stop



   

                   

-this dance right now and...

-Paulie, please, please.



   

                   

Then say it!



   

                   

Say it.



   

                   

No.



   

                   

You tell anybody

whatever you want.



   

                   

Paulie.



   

                   

Paulie, come here.

Paulie, Paulie. Paulie...



   

                   

Fay.



   

                   

Mary Brave.



   

                   

Let's go.



   

                   

Have you ever been really thirsty?



   

                   

You open a carton ofmilk

and you pour it into your mouth.



   

                   

And it's...



   

                   

sour?



   

                   

That happened inside me...



   

                   

I'm so tired.



   

                   

...forever.



   

                   

I've never been so tired.



   

                   

He can fly.



   

                   

Hey, you taught him to fly?



   

                   

He's gonna show us

the way, Mary B.



   

                   

The way?



   

                   

Mouse, where is your father?



   

                   

Did I see you cry?



   

                   

Were you crying like a girl?

Like a girly, girly, girl?



   

                   

I've been crying too, Mary B.



   

                   

I've been crying

like a girly girl,



   

                   

sucky suck for weeks

now and it's time.



   

                   

It's time for the raptor.

Are you with me?



   

                   

I hate my father.



   

                   

Say it. It's easy. Come on.

"I hate my father."



   

                   

I hate...



   

                   

my father...



   

                   

Yeah.



   

                   

Give me more.



   

                   

I wish we were dead.

I hate him.



   

                   

I hate my stupid fucking

asshole-fucking father!



   

                   

I hate him!



   

                   

"Unsex me here

and take my milk for gall.



   

                   

Fill me from crown to toe

top full with direst cruelty..."



   

                   

Come on, say that.

Say it to the raptor. Come on.



   

                   

"Unsex me...



   

                   

unsex me here,

take my milk for gall..."



   

                   

"Make thick my blood."



   

                   

"Make thick my blood."



   

                   

Feed the raptor.



   

                   

-I can't.

-Oh yes, you can.



   

                   

"Fill me from crown

to toe top full



   

                   

with the direst cruelty."



   

                   

Come on. Say that

and feed the beast.



   

                   

"Fill me full from crown to toe top



   

                   

full with direst cruelty."



   

                   

Are you ready, Mary B.?



   

                   

You're ready for dark noon?



   

                   

I'm ready.



   

                   

Are you ready for anything?



   

                   

Rage more.



   

                   

Come on.



   

                   

She's ready!



   

                   

What the fuck is that?



   

                   

It's her pet budgie.



   

                   

-It's not a pet.

-Oh, no?



   

                   

It's a killer.



   

                   

Well, I came, Paulie.



   

                   

So what do you want to do?



   

                   

You want to fight me?



   

                   

You and your bird?



   

                   

I gotta warn you,

I'm on the wrestling team.



   

                   

Oh! Oh, I get it.



   

                   

Yeah, like a stage fight.



   

                   

We're gonna have a stage fight?

Oh, cool.



   

                   

Yeah, I played Laertes

in Hamlet last term.



   

                   

I'm gonna have fun doing this.



   

                   

Come on, Jake.



   

                   

Come on, Paulie.



   

                   

Come on, man.



   

                   

Be careful!



   

                   

Place your bets, my friends.



   

                   

For my love.



   

                   

Look, if you're talking

about Tory, get real.



   

                   

She hates you.

She's just too nice to tell you.



   

                   

-She loves me.

-Stop talking shit, Paulie.



   

                   

Victoria's my girlfriend.



   

                   

Watch out!



    

                   

-Come on!

-Paulie, watch out!



    

                   

Give her up!



    

                   

Paulie!



    

                   

Say it!



    

                   

Say...



    

                   

"I give her up."



    

                   

Go fuck yourself.



    

                   

Paulie, no!



    

                   

-Fucking bitch!

-Paulie!



    

                   

-She cut...!

-You fucking bitch!



    

                   

What are you doing?

What are you doing?



    

                   

You are fucking crazy!



    

                   

Paulie!



    

                   

Paulie.



    

                   

Please.



    

                   

"I will make me

a willow cabin at your gate,



    

                   

and call upon my soul

within the house."



    

                   

I rush into the secret house...



    

                   

Paulie!



    

                   

Dear my Mother,



    

                   

I almost got lost too, didn't l?



    

                   

But the pure love

you gave me till you died



    

                   

was like a flame

always there, burning.



    

                   

Andjust like the raptor



    

                   

that little flame was all I needed

in order to see in the dark.



    

                   

It saved me, mama.



    

                   

From the deep dark.



    

                   

Paulie, she didn't have that.



    

                   

The darkness took over her

so she had to fly away.



    

                   

I still dream of her.

Every night.



    

                   

And I think I always will.



    

                   

And you know?



    

                   

I can always

remember your face now.



    

                   

Anytime I think of you,

I look up and I can see your face,



    

                   

my mother's face,



    

                   

like a flame, across the sky.









 
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