1/50
Looks like no tags are added yet.
Leave me alone.
Dougie. What did you do
The fireworks were awesome. Except for the one that went in my eye. What happened to you?
I fell asleep at the kitchen table.
What?
I just did. I had some drinks when I got home.
What about that guy. That guy. That guy you live with.
He's sleeping. He was sleeping when I got home. His name is Brad.
His name is ass-face.
Why'd you do this?
Why do you have mud all over your legs.
Why'd you do this?
I asked you first.
You did not. Stop acting like a child. you're such a spaz. You shouldn't be left alone with explosives.
I didn't want to be alone.
It's all my fault now. The night before I have to bury my father.
What are you even doing here?
Kristen MacConnell called me.
Kristen from high school?
She's a nurse here. She said you came in and you kept saying my name. So she called me. They thought you tried to kill yourself.
Who tries to kill themself with a firework?
I know. I told them, no, you're just a crackhead dumb a*s with shit for brains. I told them you'd never commit suicide because you wouldn't have any scars to show off afterward. Anyway, she said you got hurt.
Why'd you come?
I don't now, Dougie. I was asleep on the kitchen table and Kristen calls me from the freaking hospital. Look at you. Your tooth and now your eye.
Why do you have mud all over your legs??
I drove halfway, but the car got stuck in the mud.
What do you mean?
I mean, i drove part of the way until the car go stuck in the mud.
The car got stuck in the mud.
Yeah.
What are you even talking about? What mud? Where is there mud between the hospital and your house that you could get stuck in?
Just... Just shut up. There's mud. On the side of the road.
What, you veered off the road? Are you drunk?
No! It's just the windshield is all jacked up because Brad hit a tree last February, and I couldn't see, and there was this mist or fog or something. And I drank a few vodkas. But I mostly slept those off.
So you just left the car.
You know how I get.
How you get?
F**k you. You know how I get. When you get hurt. You know
Doctor said I'm gonna be blind in one eye.
Dougie...
It's gone. The whole thing. But I think it wasn't just the poke. It was the burn too. The thing kept burning once it had punctured the eye. And so the burn really messed it all up.
You always had problems with that eye.
Yeah.
The chopping wedge.
The wedge.
And that girl who skated on your eye, right? When you were little? And then senior year. The Tabasco sauce.
And pinkeye.
yeah.
I gave you pinkeye that time.
No, you didn't. I never got it.
I think about that all the time. I think about that all the time. I always think about it.
Yeah, well, you're a freak. I'm fat.
I didn't want you to come in here.
Yeah, right.
I mean, I'm glad you're here. For sure. But you have the funeral tomorrow and everything. You should go home. Take a bath. Get some rest.
Shut up. I don't feel like walking back to my car just yet.
Wow, you're really drunk, aren't you?
No, I'm just bleary. I feel like I just woke up. You don't understand the week I've had. I have to get a call at work to tell me my dad's lying dead in the driveway. And then dealing with everyone. And this shit. And then tonight, you come riding into town. Here's Dougie, five years later all of a sudden. I haven't slept. I just haven't slept in like... I don't know. Four years or something.
How many fingers am I holding up?
Four.
How about now?
Shut up
We can both hardly see.
Maybe that's for the best.
What's gonna happen with us?
Nothing.
Seriously.
I don't know, what?
I don't know. I think I'm seeing two of you
I'm seeing two of you too.
Let's dance.
Shut up.
No, we're both seeing double. We can dance, all four of us, we can play ring-around-the-rosy.
Sit down.
I'm seriously dizzy!
Me too!
(singing a random melody) Ohhhhh Leeenieee..... Leenie Deenie..... Weenie moe, moe weenie, my leenie deenie diney doo. Diney doo. Diney doo. (they both dance and laugh, then Doug stops and takes her hand and puts it over his face) Will you touch it?
What?
My eye.
You don't have an eye.
My eye socket.
That's disgusting. I probably can't smoke in here, right?
Will you touch it?
What are you talking about. Stop being weird.
You've always been able to mend my wounds.
Great. Glad I could've been of service. I'm just going to smoke. What are they going to do?
I know it's probably superstition, but I kind of need it. You know you always do it.
I don't always do anything.
You've got like superpowers. Even tonight, When we kissed, you kissed my missing tooth. The gap. And it stopped hurting.
Well I'm not touching your disgusting eye socket.
What are you doing?
You'll do it. You'll touch it. You'll heal me. The pills only last so long.
I just need you to help me out, Leenie. You know. You know what you do. Will you please touch my eye?
Get away from me! Doug, I can't look at that! Please?! Put your... put that stuff back over it! This can't be healthy, come on!
You can make it better.
No, no I can't. Leave me alone.
Just touch it! Once!
No! I will not! I'm not here to take care of you, Doug. I am not a healer.
I'm in pain, do you understand that?!
I don't care!
Then leave! Get out of here, f**king go!
(she exits)