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Franky

Is that your real name, or is it Frank?

No, its Franky.

Frank-y.

Um, is there a chair I can sit in?

Franky, my names Ralph Dodds.

I'm with corporate.

I didn't even know there was a corporate.

There is, and I'm with them.

Congratulations, Ralph.

Yeah.

Well...

they sent me here.

Why?

Did you get demoted or something?

I don't find this...

to be a joking matter.

...lose a good thing before its gone

What are we waitin for?

Here you come, there you go

Jay.

Mia.

Jonny.

You

Where the

Franky's Security Manifesto.

Do you mind if I keep reading?

Copy King personnel who are after me:

Grant cannot be trusted. He is a snake.

- Make your move before he - Okay.

Okay. That's mine. That's private.

So you admit you wrote this?

Yes. Yes, okay?

Uh, just give it back before I

Franky, I'm gonna be honest with you.

This stuff is alarming, to say the least.

Alarming for who?

Excuse me?

Wheres Grant?

- I wanna speak to Grant. - I'm right here.

You went through my locker.

You used company resources for personal use.

- Without approval. - Without approval.

That Took the words out of my mouth.

That's cause you're corporate.

Look, I'm, uh I'm sorry, okay, for using company paper to

- Franky, the thing here is - Mr. Dodds, may I?

Sure.

Franky, w-would you say that you're a glass half-full kinda guy?

- I said I was sorry. - The reason I ask is that

- I just - Negativity is contagious.

- I'm asking you nicely. - It spreads like a virus.

- He shouldn't have read that. - It grows like a cancer.

- This isn't right, Mr. Dodds. - Simply put

Its empty!

Just empty.

- All I was trying to say was - Franky, I'm confused.

If you wrote this...

why are you here?

Wh What are your goals with the company?

Goals?

- Goals? - Yeah. Goals.

Do Do you have any?

Goal.

Goals. Goal.

Goals, goal, goal.

I scored a goal once when I when I played soccer for the U

I played soccer for the U.S. under 18 team.

The U.S. The U.S. of A.

The A is for America.

Fifty-fif Uh, 51% of Americans, they wake up in the morning...

and they think of ways to screw the other 49%.

Now I'm not getting screwed. We never screwed.

I mean, she never she never let me fuck her.

But I did put it in a little Just a little bit.

Tip of my Just the tip of my dick.

Trip, trip to the Caribbean. Cari Caribbean. Caribbean.

Caribbee-an? Bean. Been. How you been? Good.

How are you? Great to hear. Thanks. See you around.

You too, times two is four, times two is eight, times two is 16.

See, I-I wish, I wish, I wish I had a sweet 16.

Its usually a thing for broads, but fuck, fuck, fuck it!

I love to sing and dance.

And dancers have the most incredible asses in the world...

and the way their legs spread, its so deliciously inviting.

And fuck Brad Gilbert fuck, fuck, fuck him

for never inviting me to his party on the eve

on the eve

on the eve

Hmm. On the eve.

Thief.

Thief.

I'm a

I'm a thief.

I'm a thief.

Please arrest me.

- Franky - No!

You shouldn't have read this.

I knew this was gonna happen.

I

Quit my job today.

Who wants to say grace or give thanks?

Fine then.

Thank you, God, for the culinary talents to put together such a tremendous meal...

and although my friends here are silent...

I can assure you, they are thankful too.

Thank you for these friendships.

May we always be graced with each others company while enjoying such good grub.

Amen. Amen.

Oh.

And fuck you, Grant, and fuck you, Ralph Dodds from corporate.

Amen. Amen.

You know, I-I, uh, tried something a little different this time.

Can anyone tell what it is?

Hmm?

I added, um, I added cream in the sauce.

Mm.

Put in a punch of paprika.

I know, its subtle, but... I think it makes a big-time difference.

I know that Jonny likes the creamy sauce. Right, buddy?

Right?

Okay.

You know...

I'm sorry, but I just cant hold it in anymore.

You know, Mia...

I hate to bring this up now and risk ruining the meal...

and, Jonny, I'm sorry for the language, kiddo, but fuck it.

I've asked you nicely a million times...

to plug in the laptop cord once you're done using it.

Don't smile, Jay. Its not funny.

Don't smile.

I went to use it this morning, and its dead.

Every time I use it, its dead.

If you cant do that, just don't use it.

And, Jay, if you take the fucking thing into the bathroom with you one more time...

and use it while you're taking a shit

No. Its not about getting Oh, yeah?

You might have shit on your thumb from wiping and not

Fine! Don't use it!

I'm sorry, guys.

I'm sorry. Lets just

Lets just eat.

Damn it!

Jay.

Jay.

Jay.

Guess who's got a date, man.

Oh.

Phew! Shes hot!

Yes...

I definitely...

would like to go to dinner tonight...

and possibly fuck you.

Hey, Franky, open up!

I know you're in there! Its, like, 8:00 a.m.!

- Open the door! - Damn it! Shit!

Guys. Guys.

Franky, its Betsy.

- Guys, wake up. Jay. - Come on.

Wake up. Guys, guys.

Guys.

- Franky! - Guys, my sisters here.

- Open the door! - Jay. Jay. Mia. Mia.

Mia. Mia. Mia, get up, get up, get up.

No one else has a key. So...

Get up, get up. Lets go.

Get in the closet. Come on. Lets go.

- Franky, open this door. - Mia. Come on! Goddamn it.

If you don't open it, I'm gonna call the police.

My laptop was dead again, by the way. Huh? When? Just now.

Hmm? Hmm? No.

No, no. Stop lying. Stop lying.

Jonny. Jonny. Jonny. Lets go, buddy. Come on.

Come on. Come on. I know you're tired.

- I know you're tired. - Franky, open. Come on.

I know you're tired. Get up

Jay!

- Open the door! - Jay! Wake the fuck up, goddamn it.

Come on! Lets go.

The kid can barely walk, hes so tired.

Pick him up and get in the closet. My sisters here. Go. Go! Come on.

Oh, Jesus Christ. Get in there. Get in there, get in there.

I'm gonna call the police.

- I'm getting the landlord too! - Forget the jack Get in there! Go.

Lets go, lets go, lets go.

All right. All right, now see, just give me two minutes.

I'm gonna get rid of her. Okay?

Franky, if you're dead...

I'm gonna have to call the police.

Open the door!

Shut up, shut up. Okay, okay.

Just to see if you're dead or not.

- Get in. - Why aren't you returning my calls?

Betsy, its 8:00 in the fucking morning. Are you serious? Are you serious?

Its too early for this.

Apparently I wasn't speaking English when I asked that.

Why aren't you returning my calls?

I was gonna call. I just

I've been tied up. I haven't

Why do you have an air mattress?

- What? - This. What is this?

Stop it. I fucking sleep on it sometimes.

Ugh.

Oh, my God! Your kitchen is disgusting!

Betsy? Betsy? Betsy, this is not fair.

Don't even start with me. You wanna know whats not fair?

I don't come over to your place unannounced at the crack of dawn.

At this point, I doubt you even remember where I live anymore.

Or my husband, Bob, or my kids.

Your nephews. Remember them?

- Huh? Yes. - You don't return my calls.

We never see you. I don't know whats going on with you.

- Are you taking your medication? - Oh, God.

Yes, I'm taking my fucking pills. Jesus!

- Really? - Yes.

Then who were you talking to when I was outside the door?

I was cursing God and I asking why in the fucking world...

my sister would come to my apartment at 8:00 a.m. on a Saturday...

without telling me.

Okay.

- I'm having a family dinner tonight. - Oh...

And we wanna see you, so you better be there.

And, uh, ahem, I have some news.

No. No.

- No, no, no. No. I cant. - Why? Why? Why?

- I have a date. - What?

- I have a date. - You have a date?

Ha, ha, ha. Yeah.

You have a date?

Oh, my God. Okay, whatever. Tomorrow night.

You, me, Bob and your

date.

If I say yes, are you gonna get the fuck outta here?

- Hmm? - Um, okay.

Great. Lets go. Yes.

- First I'm gonna check that your pills - Betsy, Betsy, Betsy!

What are you doing? Put it down. Put it down right now.

- Put it down right now. Lets go. - Okay. Oh, my God.

Jesus!

Lets go.

- Okay, okay, okay. - Come on. Come on.

What?

I might as well tell you now.

- What? - I'm selling the house.

Fuckin A. Great. Good for you.

Mom and Dads house.

Actually, its-its-its sold already.

You never go there, Franky, so you-you wouldn't know.

Okay. I'm sorry. I should have told you earlier.

But there it is. Its sold.

Nobody lives there anymore.

Nobody's lived there for a long time.

I miss you, Franky.

Ugh! You should take a shower.

I love you. See you tomorrow night. Bye.

Come on, Jonny.

Hey, you! Hey, hey, hey!

- Hey, kid, what do you want? - What?

You just knocked on my door, didn't you?

Sorry. Wrong apartment.

What are you bothering me for?

Go back into your apartment, old man! I said I was sorry.

You cant find your way around an apartment building?

Knocking on the wrong doors?

You found Pearl Harbor, didn't ya?

Dude, I'm Korean!

Aw, you fuckin Japs!

Oh, fuck you, you racist old piece of shit!

Hey. Hey.

Fuckin white people.

All right, all right, all right. Get in.

Okay. Get in there. Okay.

Okay.

Franky, its Betsy. Do you ever pick up your phone?

Okay. I'm just reminding you about tomorrow night.

I'm making Chicken Parm. You should be here at 6:00

Its Betsy again.

I have to tell you that you need to clean the dishes right after you use them.

My friend Barb told me her son got a stomach virus from dirty dishes.

Its a dangerous thing that you're doing

Franky, this is Renee from Dr. Nolan's office.

Your prescription is still waiting here.

You need to actually come here and pick it up.

We don't want you to run out of your medi

Hi, this is Michelle, from, uh, SingleMatchFace.com.

Wow. That sounded pathetic.

Anyway, uh, I'm calling you back.

Just wanted to know if were gonna meet at the restaurant or whatever.

Its early, I know. Call me whenever, okay?

Ill talk to you soon. Bye!

Stop. Please. I just wanna ask this guy a question. Come on.

- Excuse me. - Yeah.

Do you guys carry that new razor?

Which new razor?

Um, I cant remember what its called.

Uh Just Just stop.

Just stop. One second.

Let me ask this man a question.

Let me ask this man a question. Will you please stop? Stop stomping.

Will you stop!

You done?

Good. Let me just ask this man a question. Please.

- Whats going on? - The razor.

The razor. Where are your razors?

Um, yeah. Just check the far aisle.

All the shaving stuff is there.

- Thank you. - Yep.

Come on. Come on!

Sorry. I'm sorry.

Look, between you and your father and your sister everybody.

You guys make my life a fucking living hell!

What? No. Shh, shh.

Hold on. Hold on! Hold on.

Hey!

Whats in your hand there, slick?

Oh, shit.

All right, look. I forgot to pay.

Forgot to pay. Who forgets to pay? Is that a joke?

No, its not a joke.

Okay? I was just

I was in the

- I was - Oh. Oh.

Oh, no, you were just um, um You were just, um

What are you saying? Spit it out.

All right, look. I didn't mean to walk out

No, you look.

You stole the razor, dipshit.

So here's the deal.

Give me $50, and this all goes away.

You know what? I'm sorry.

Here. Just take it back.

Thanks. So how bout that 50 spot?

All right. Whats going on here?

You see, in about two seconds...

I'm gonna go tell Rent-a-cop Steve over there that you stole this razor.

Then you got real problems.

Yeah, you got me.

Do you even work here?

I do. But I'm quitting soon.

Its just a day job. I'm really a dancer.

Cant you tell?

How would I be able to tell?

I'm pretty, I'm skinny and I make boys dizzy. That's how.

Whats your name?

Franky.

- Alex. - Its nice to

Franky, how many chances do you think a guy has...

before a girl loses all interest?

How many chances does a guy get to screw up his shot with a chick?

- I don't know. One. - Good guess, but no.

Since most approaches by you boys are basically horrible...

we gotta give you more than just one shot.

Correct answer is three. You follow me so far, don't you?

Yeah.

Good. So how many chances do you think you have left with me?

I didn't know I had chances.

You have two left, Franky.

Do you know how you burned the first one?

I I didn't approach you.

You actually ran the other way, but good, you're a quick learner.

Now, I have some deal breakers. Are you ready?

Yeah.

When you have sex...

lights on or lights off?

Oh.

Wow.

Too personal, huh?

You're funny.

Thanks.

But you're not normal.

Normal is boring.

And boring is for our parents. Don't you agree?

Mine, uh Mine died when I was four.

So I wouldn't know.

You open up quick, don't you?

Yeah, sorry. That was a bit heavy.

Don't say sorry.

Unless you've hurt someone or done something horrible.

You really don't seem like someone who'd be working here.

Don't let the green grass fool you, Franky.

Keep it.

You look like you need it more than I do.

Ill see you around town, beardo.

What was that?

Yeah, you're right, kiddo.

She was.

She definitely was.

Its Franky. Leave a message and Ill call you back.

Its voice mail, of course.

Id be surprised if he actually answered.

- I'm so sorry, Christine. - Oh, no need to apologize.

I just thought you'd have more luck.

How many appointments has he missed?

I think four. Maybe five.

But well get him back on track.

I'm worried about my girlfriend though.

How are you, Bets?

I'm fine.

Would you talk to me, please? How are you with all this?

I'm tired.

I know, sweetie. You have every right to be.

Unfortunately, schizophrenia doesn't only affect the diseased.

All these years of dealing with this...

and I still cant make sense of anything.

The good news is this is very typical behavior.

Franky chooses not to show up, so he believes hes in control.

Its an expression of control.

Is there a second part to that thought?

Hes not in control.

Unfortunately.

The paranoia, the delusion, the hallucination...

dictate his every move.

And until he sees that, until he chooses to do something about it...

its gonna overwhelm every aspect of his life

his jobs, his relationships, his family.

I'm gonna squeeze him in tomorrow, and if he shows up, that's a good sign.

So were not at that point?

I don't know.

I hope not.

Me too, sweetie. Me too.

Yup.

Mia.

Mia? Mia, where are my keys?

Nothin? Mia, you gonna help me out?

No? No? That's great.

Okay. Um

Forget it. I found em. Thank you.

All right, so listen. I have a date. Okay?

So I'm gonna leave. Um

Where is Jay?

Errands. Really?

Really? Do you expect me to believe that?

Okay. You know what? I don't give a shit. Okay?

I'm gonna have a fun and normal night tonight...

and that's that.

I bought cereal for Jonny. Pour him a bowl when he wakes up.

Make sure you clean the dishes right after you use them...

because apparently you can get stomach viruses from dirty dishes.

Excuse me? What?

Mia, you're a kid. You don't know shit.

The mustache looks fine. Thank you very much.

Mia, stick to the fucking computer. You better plug that shit in!

Fuck. No!

No! No, no, no. No. No.

Fucking mother Stop it.

Not fucking funny!

Jay. Don't fucking make me do it. I'm sorry.

Ah! Jay, get off of me. Get off of me.

No, Jay. Ow. Ow, my back.

My back! My back!

Please. Please.

Please, please, please. Ow! I'm going on a date.

Ow! I have a date! I have a fucking date!

Go get in the fucking back, you son of a bitch! Get in the back!

Ow! You piece of shit. All right.

Aaah, you motherfucker! Please!

Okay, look. Just give me an hour or two hours or whatever.

Just please, please, just say yes. Just say yes, Jay. Say yes.

Do something. Say it. Thank you.

Fucking thank you. You son of a bitch.

I feel like you're sitting on the other side of the room.

I thought it would be too forward to ask to sit on your lap.

Ooh. My lap, huh?

Yeah, that would be crass.

But you can move a little closer.

That's better.

You have a really pretty mouth.

Its shape. Your lips.

They're so big and full.

Now that is crass.

I'm sorry.

That was dirty, wasn't it?

I was kidding.

Thanks.

Believe me, it takes a lot more than that to offend me.

Like what?

Like...

if you ask me if I'm wearing any underwear.

- Really? - Hmm.

That doesn't seem too bad.

No.

But depending on how I answer it...

you might assume one way or another...

what I'm expecting after dinner and drinks.

Well, are you?

Wearing underwear?

Yes.

No.

Because later...

you are going to fuck

I feel like were so far from each other.

Its a normal-size dinner table. Were sitting across from each other.

- How bout I sit closer to you? - No. That's fine.

Okay.

Yeah, I just meant, like, its kinda loud in here.

But whatever. Uh, this is good.

Okay.

You have a really pretty mouth.

Its shape, and

What?

Nothing. Do you want another drink?

Trying to get me drunk?

All right, look.

I'm sorry if this is off to a rocky start.

But your drink just looked like its done.

I mean, I'm trying to be nice.

I'm sorry. I'm being a bitch. Can I be honest with you?

- Franky? - What?

Look, I know this is T.M.I., but whatever. I don't care.

I'm getting my period and it makes me

What are you looking at?

- What? - What?

I'm sorry. I missed what you said.

Yes.

Yes, I would like I would like another drink.

Great.

- Please go away. - Excuse me?

No. No, not you.

Uh, I wasn't talk

I, uh Yes, another round.

Um, what do you want? More vodka?

Shut up. Dude, please.

- Are you drunk? - I'm a little buzzed.

Sorry. I didn't eat anything today, and I was just, uh

I was just really looking forward to this.

Oh...

- I'm not a pussy. - Oh.

- Oh, I didn't mean it like that. - No. No, no, no. No. No.

Not you.

Not you. I wasn't I wasn't talking

Jesus fucking Christ, where is this waiter?

Okay. You just asked for the drinks.

Have a little patience.

Good things come to those who wait.

True.

Uh, I'm sorry.

I'm just nervous.

You're really very pretty.

Thanks.

Stop apologizing.

I'm not fucking up. Shut up.

- Here you go, you two. - Oh, fuckin A. Thank you.

- Yeah. Okay, okay, yeah. - Okay, okay.

Cheers.

Uh, what are we cheers-ing to?

Yes. Here's to Um

Here's to, uh, a good

Shut up. Dude, please.

- Whats wrong with you? - Nothing.

Here's to a, uh

Here's to a Goddamn it!

Is this a joke?

Is it

Yeah.

Uh, yeah. I'm sorry.

Lets, um Well, cheers.

Here's to What the fuck, man?

Hmm? Please.

Just get the fuck up and leave.

- I'm sorry. I'm sorry. - Get the fuck outta here right now.

Franky, you're embarrassing me.

- Please. - Can you just

- Please. - You're embarrassing

- Gods sakes, please! - Oh!

Please!

You goddamn son of a bitch!

You have never given me a second to myself. Ever!

I asked you nicely.

Please, just let me enjoy this fucking date, and you couldn't even do that.

Hmm?

Do you fucking hate me? Answer me, you motherfucker!

Well, you must fucking hate me. But guess what.

I don't give a shit, because I fucking hate you!

I hate your fucking guts!

After everything that I've done for you

I cook you food, you stay at my place.

I take care of your brat son and your deadbeat daughter...

and she doesn't even respect my shit!

Constantly with the fuckin laptop!

Its always out of battery!

Its a joke!

You don't give a shit about me.

You want me to be miserable and alone.

And because I cant get rid of you...

that's exactly what I am.

So yes.

I guess well never know.

All's undone

Oh, I know

Its all you see

I've lost my charm

Not unharmed

Seems you've won my heart, and oh

I cry with outstretched arms

Don't turn your eyes

Its all right

Well be fine

Just hold on tight

Don't lose sight

Were almost home

Hey. Hey, wake up, goddamn it!

Ya bum!

- Hey! Come on! - Jay, get the fuck off.

Oh, Jesus!

You smell worse than I did when I was fighting in the jungles of Luzon.

Where am I?

You're in my apartment. Jack Fitz.

Whats your name, son?

Mr. Fitz.

We've met a million times.

Franky!

Oh, yeah. I knew it was something Mexican.

How did I get in here?

I found you out on the balcony this morning when I got my papers.

Decided to help you out. Don't know what got into me.

Yeah, well

I don't need any help.

But thanks.

You're welcome, you prick.

You want something to drink?

Water and beer only. This ain't a fuckin restaurant.

Beer.

Ah.

Jesus.

I've seen boys younger than you dyin alone...

with nothin to warm em up but a Jap bullet in their gut.

And they weren't this pathetic.

What fuckin excuse you got, son?

All due respect, Mr. Fitz...

but World War II was a long time ago.

You don't need any help, huh?

Do you know the name Zed Burgess?

No.

Zed was a combat medic from Michigan.

He joined my company when we were still in Arizona...

and one day my sergeant comes up to me and he said...

Zed refuses to carry a weapon.

He wont take a life.

And I said, The hell he wont!

I said, We go into that war...

I don't want anyone with me that ain't got a goddamn pistol...

or rifle or grenade.

See, uh, Zed was 27 when he enlisted...

so he was a lot older then the rest of us.

But I didn't give a shit.

I went right up to him and told him to go fuck his mother in not so many words.

And he told me very politely...

that he was a conscientious objector, whatever the fuck.

He said, I'm here to save lives, Jack, not take em.

- One more? - Yeah, sure.

So, what happened?

Well, I was a pissed-off kid from the Bronx.

So first I tried to fight him.

And then I tried to get the fucker kicked out...

on a Section Eight discharge.

Means hes insane, basically.

- Insane? - Yeah.

Mentally unfit to serve is the language the army uses.

I wanted him out of my outfit.

I was scared. Conscientious objector, my ass!

I thought he was gonna get us all killed.

And the son of a bitch turns out to be lionhearted.

Every goddamn shithole of a country we were in, I'm telling you...

it was like the man was told by God himself that he was there to save lives...

and that's exactly what he did.

He never once even touched a weapon.

His name became legend.

Zed Burgess.

Everyone throughout the Pacific knew about this guy.

They used to say that the Jap snipers would have him in their sights...

but couldn't pull the trigger.

And I once heard...

that Truman used to tell his dinner guests stories about Zed.

Stories.

And when I got hit

I was hit in the back

and it was just the two of us...

and he saved my life.

My lunatic angel, that man.

I found out several years later that before he enlisted...

Zed was a beat cop in Detroit.

See, they weren't taking any police officers at that time...

because they figured they needed the boys in blue back home.

But for Zed, going to war...

was as simple as carrying a Bible.

It was religion to him.

And so he pulled some kind of trickery and got into the army.

Had I known that at the time...

I would've had him kicked out.

No question.

Life's funny like that, I guess.

So you don't need any help, huh?

How do you know, son?

How do any of us know?

Bah dah bah dah bah bah bah

Bah bah dah bah

Bah dah bah dah bah bah bah

Bah bah bah dah

Bah dah bah bah

Bah da bah bah

Ooh ooh

Ooh ooh

Ooh ooh-ooh-ooh

Ooh ooh

Ooh ooh

Ooh ooh

- Looking for me? - Jesus!

Scared the shit out of me.

You came here looking for me?

You came out of nowhere, again.

Oh, so you're saying I don't stand out? I'm just blah?

You know, you really have a way of twisting my words.

Do you do that to everyone or just me?

Just you.

You look like shit.

I like the mustache though.

I don't know if I should respond to the insult or the compliment.

The insult.

Yeah, well, I had a shitty night.

I, uh Yeah, I change my mind, Respond to the compliment.

Well, I'm glad someone likes it.

So do I really have to ask you a third time?

What?

Did you come here looking for me?

I did.

I know you did.

So why'd you come to see me, mustachio?

I don't know. I just

I felt like it ended so quickly, you know, the last time, when we met, and...

I was hoping you were here so I could get your number.

I don't have a cell phone, Franky.

Okay. Shit.

Uh...

cool.

All right.

That's all the fight you got, man? God, that's weak.

No.

No, that's not it.

All right, look. I-I had

I had a long, shitty day yesterday. Very long and very shitty.

And only two good things happened, and they both happened here.

I found that fucking razor that I was looking for and

and I met you.

And I was hoping to find you so that I could

so I could get your number, but you say you don't have one.

You don't have one?

And... now I'm standing here like a douche.

Do you have plans right now?

No. I, uh

Well, yeah. I mean

I got this family dinner thing that I gotta go to, but its later.

Blow it off.

What?

Blow it off.

Lets hang out.

Yeah. Okay.

What do you wanna do?

You'll figure it out.

That was close.

What was close?

You almost burned your second chance.

Take me somewhere, Franky.

You know

You know those people that you meet in your life...

and its just good.

Like boom, boom, boom, right off the bat.

And I-I feel like I've known you for a long time.

And you've known me.

- Is that a line? - No.

No, I'm serious.

I wanna talk to you, you know?

I wanna tell you things.

You know, things I don't usually talk about.

I open up, and she laughs.

Jesus. What? What is it?

You're like a hyena.

I just wanna tell you things? I mean, I'm sorry.

That's just funny, man.

Well, that's the last time I open up to you.

Aw, no.

I'm sorry.

What things, okay? What things do you wanna tell me?

Now? After that?

The weathers nice tonight. Things like that.

Its actually getting a bit cold.

Um

Lets go back to your place.

Really?

Yeah.

I mean, don't get the wrong idea, Romeo.

Were not fucking.

I just wanna continue this conversation indoors.

I wanna hear about these things.

Yeah, Ill just continue to open up, and you keep fucking with me.

Come on.

Shit.

I don't even know how to say this.

- Uh-oh. - No.

No, not uh-oh.

What is it?

Can I take a rain check on tonight?

Look, its just that I got a bit of a situation with my place, okay?

Its a Its a roommate situation.

I know this sounds horrible. Its just

I cant explain now, but I promise I'm gonna explain some other time.

I promise.

You know, if I didn't know any better, Franky, Id think I was getting blown off.

No. No way.

I'm not blowing you off. I wanna see you again definitely.

Its just that things are a little weird right now...

and I-I-I cant I cant get into it.

Just trust me here.

Will I see you again?

Maybe.

I wanna see you again.

Can I see you again?

Can I see you again?

- Can I see you again? - Fine.

Good. When?

Soon.

One shot left, Franky!

Wow, you're two hours late.

No. We said 8:00, right? So I'm early.

Its okay.

I'm glad you came.

Now I don't have to leave a nasty voice mail or show up pounding on your door.

You gonna let me in or what?

Nice mustache, Franky.

Stop it. You know you love it.

Oh, what a delicious perfume.

Is it new? Where did you get it?

Yes, it is new.

- Leau de whiskey? - Mmm.

No. Its called scotch, actually. Do you like it?

Franky? No.

What? Bets, I didn't drink and drive, all right?

I just had few sips now in your driveway.

- Makes me feel so much better. - Wheres Bob, huh?

- Where is - Be nice to him.

Wheres that fat bastard? Oh, my God!

Jolly old Bob! How you been, mister?

Glad you made it on time.

- Come here. Let me hug you. - That's okay.

- Let me hug you. - No, that's okay.

- Come on. Come on. - I'm okay.

Come on. Come on. All right, fine. Whatever.

You look superb, Franky.

That's what I like about you, man.

You're always nice, and you always say exactly what you mean.

I see what you see in him now.

And you guys are cleaning dishes. That means you have no fucking food left.

You cant be serious, Franky.

What? What are you looking at?

I ever tell you that Bob is a really boring name?

Uh, m-my name is Robert, but you refuse to call me that.

You're name is Robert?

I mean, Robert sucks too. Its just boring.

There's nothing to it. Robert. Robert.

Sure, whatever you say, Franky.

Oh! You got a problem with my name, brother-in-law?

No. I have a problem with your mustache.

Okay. Calm down. You guys, just take it easy.

I'm fine, okay? I'm fine, Bets.

First of all, I was named after my father, a great man rest his soul.

Second of all, as it turns out...

women like the stache, so you're gonna have to fuckin deal with it, man!

- Women. - Women. Plural. Wow.

Well, I mean, its just one, but You guys have nothing to eat.

But shes special.

Whats her name?

Alex.

Oh, that's so cute. Wheres she from?

I don't know. We just met.

That's the first thing I would've asked.

You joking?

Fuckin Bob Juan DeMarco over here, your husband.

Smooth operator.

I said she was fucking special, man. Didn't you hear me?

Special.

All right, look at me.

Cause I'm gonna explain something to you right now, okay?

When you have an opportunity with special...

you don't ask the same old boring questions, man.

Where you from? What do you do?

Fuck it. Forget it. Throw it out the window.

Because special...

she gets treated differently.

You see, a pretty girl...

she gets the red carpet treatment, right?

But special...

she gets the magic carpet ride.

Yeah.

Well, I'm serious.

You see, if you're lucky enough...

to have a connection with special...

the fucking

the universe takes over.

I mean, things are effortless. You don't even try.

You just follow signs. Okay?

And those moments...

those moments that you spend with special...

they're like lapses in time.

You have no idea...

none...

what just happened...

but you know...

you know...

it was special.

That's so sweet, Franky.

Don't you think so, Bob?

I

I, uh

I don't know how to respond anymore.

Ill let you guys finish this conversation, okay?

I'm gonna go to bed. Some of us have to work in the morning.

Hey, cut it out!

- Fuck you. - Cut it out.

Don't be so mean. You know he really cares about you.

You know, you weren't so hard before you married him, Bets, okay?

We used to laugh, remember? He fuckin changed you.

Okay, you mean, hard on you.

- And I wouldn't have to be, if - Where are the kids?

Where are the kids?

Oh, that's right. He sends them to bed at 7:00. They have to be up at 5:00.

Its like the fucking military in this house.

The kids are at the neighbors, and no, its not like the military.

I have friends that served in the military.

And they are racist and they are mean, mean.

They are racist and mean.

And your kids, your little kids...

they're gonna grow up to be racist and mean.

Okay, first of all, that's the most ridiculous comment I've ever heard...

and it doesn't even deserve a response.

And secondly, you don't have any friends in the military, Franky.

I didn't say in the military, Betsy. I said friends that served, war heroes.

- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.

- How come I haven't met them? Who? - My neighbor, Jack Fitz.

Hes a World War II veteran.

- Oh, you've never met him? - No.

Oh, on any of those mornings that you come to my fucking apartment...

and start screaming like a lunatic at my door?

I never scream like a fucking lunatic at your door.

I have a key to your place, okay? And you're lucky I don't use it.

But I have to do that, because I have to make sure that you're okay.

That was the agreement to you living alone.

I have to make sure you're taking your medication.

- I am. I am. - Really?

- Yes. - Really?

Yes.

Did Dr. Nolan's office call you?

As a matter of fact, they did.

And you know what? I'm actually going there tomorrow.

- Are you happy? - Yes, I am very happy.

Because Christine is one of my oldest friends.

And shes doing me a favor. And you're very fortunate.

- No. - And you cant miss appointments.

No, no, no.

I know all of that.

I know all of that, Betsy. I know everything.

Wait a minute.

Do you have off tomorrow?

What?

Do you have tomorrow off from work?

I quit.

- What? - Yeah.

Franky, you cant just quit!

You don't get it. You don't understand. You don't know what it was like.

I It was a shitty job and my boss was an asshole.

He wanted to fire me from the first fucking day.

Its the same story with every job.

All the employees are against you, blah, blah, blah.

- You don't get it. - Then explain it to me.

- You just wont understand. - Why?

- Because you wont. - Why?

Because you wont.

Why?

Because you're fucking normal, Bets! That's why.

And I'm not.

I'm not.

Please don't ever say that again.

Don't say that. You are normal.

You're just sick, but you're gonna get better.

I know it. You're gonna get better.

I'm so sorry, Franky.

Were sitting around our old patio table.

Me, my sister, my mom and dad.

Were eating barbecue. It was nice out.

Everyone seemed fine. I mean, we looked all right.

I'm not young in the dream and neither is Betsy.

Were the age we are now.

But my parents, they're younger.

I mean, the age they were...

they're how I remember them.

My dad put half of a piece of steak on my plate and said

Just like your old man.

Jay walked in by the grill.

He waved at us.

My dad and I waved back at him.

Jay, come on over.

Mia and Jonny, they showed up too.

Betsy held my hand.

But my mom and her didn't see them.

They didn't notice. They just kept eating.

Do you notice you're twitching?

What?

Do you notice that you're twitching slightly?

Uh...

yeah.

It, uh, started this morning

But forget that.

What about the dream?

How are you doing with your new medication? You didn't run out, did you?

No.

No, no, no. No, I didn't. Its good.

- Hmm. - Yeah, uh

Its just some side effects here and there.

But its been good for the most part. The apartments finally been quiet.

So you think it was weird though...

- that my dad, he saw Jay too? - Uh-huh.

And, uh, what about your job?

I quit Wait, so you think it was weird though?

Think what was weird?

The dream, the dream.

My dad seeing Jay.

Yes, Franky, but I don't know what it means.

Why do I come here?

Franky.

There's something.

There's something there.

- Franky, I'm not an interpreter of dreams. - No!

- I'm your doctor and I - No, you just take notes.

I'm sorry.

This is important though.

What is important is that we discuss your material symptoms...

and figure out a way to introduce structure into your life.

Franky.

Why did you quit your job?

I don't know. I just I

I I felt the need to quit, you know?

To quit, to quitch, twitch, twit.

I felt the need to quit, to quitch, twitch, twit.

I felt

I felt the need to quitch, twitch, twit, twit, twitch.

Franky?

You have no idea why I come here!

I'm here to help you. You need a lot of help.

Then help!

My life is one big gigantic pile of shitch...

twitch, twit, quit.

If I wanna know why!

I don't know why you're sick, Franky, but you are.

But what I do know, however, is that if you don't take this medication...

you're gonna deteriorate quickly.

And whats going on with you right now, Franky, its all gonna get worse.

Its gonna get a lot worse.

I am leaving now, Dr. Nolan.

Thank you for the prescription.

You know...

you've never really been able to answer a single fucking question for me.

I would say thanks for trying, but you haven't even fuckin tried.

Thanks for the pills though.

Renee, you've always been nice to me so I wanna give you a compliment.

You have really nice quits.

You have really nice quits.

You have really nice tits.

Ah, fuck! I knew it!

And this is a request from Alexandra...

for her man.

She misses you...

and doesn't want you to be alone.

Go to her, Fred. Shes waiting for you.

Here's Steven Roth with Let It In.

My names not Fred, you son of a bitch!

And where am I supposed to go to her? Where? Huh, huh?

Where is she?

Where is she?

Fuckin answer me!

Motherfuck

Son of a bitch!

Here you come and there you go

You've reached Betsy. Please leave a detailed message...

and Ill call you back.

Bets, its Christine. We need to talk, in person.

Call me back, office or cell.

I have a colleague I want you to meet.

You hold me tight Let me know

Here you come

And there you go

So let it in

Cause you know

That you can

Kill a good thing before it grows And I

I told you when you first met him hes a weirdo.

Hes a dick. No one likes him. He can go fucking kill himself.

I have to go. You're better off, hon. Trust me.

Move on.

Aw, fuck!

Shit!

Franky.

What was all that racket last night, goddamn it?

Sorry about that, Mr. Fitz. I

Mia, where are you? I want you to see this. Come over here.

You gotta fucking plug it in!

You gotta fucking plug it in!

Dropped my laptop.

What are you wastin your time with computers for?

Yeah, you're right. Its a waste.

Yeah, I've been around for about 150 years. Of course I'm right.

Waste it on girls.

How come you never got any girls with you?

- Well - You a gay?

- No. I just - Don't be a pussy.

You know where I'm headin out right now?

- To check your mailbox? - Very funny, you spic bastard!

Mr. Fitz, I'm not a Mexican.

I am goin out on a date, goddamn it.

And I am older than shit.

If I can drag these half-dead balls out the house to try and get me some...

then you got no excuse, son, you hear what I'm sayin to you?

Yes, sir.

What is this sir, mister, sir bullshit?

- Call me Jack. - Okay.

- If you cant call me Jack, call me John. - Okay.

And if you cant call me John, go fuck yourself, you understand me?

Yes, sir Yes.

Geez! Oh, God!

Boo.

- You - Came out of nowhere?

Yeah, I know.

What are you doing here?

Not happy to see me?

No, that's not what I meant

Well, I said you'd see me soon.

Now is soon.

Gonna let me in or is there still a situation?

Clang associations?

Yeah, its defined as psychic associations based on sound.

Christine.

Grouping words together based on their sounds...

like rhyming, or partial rhyming, alliteration.

But generally, there's no reason behind the groupings.

But Franky's always been hard to follow, his words, his thoughts.

This is a thought disorder.

Like a chain link of words just inappropriately strung together.

I don't know what to say.

Well, I saw it.

I witnessed it. The clanging.

And Renee did too.

Christine, I cant even pick up your calls anymore.

I see you calling and my stomach turns and it turns...

and then it drops.

And I'm sorry, but I feel sick right now.

Look, I wouldn't have reached out, but given our earlier conversation...

and then when I saw him.

Well...

There's a problem?

Is there a problem?

Unfortunately, yes.

I believe there's a problem.

I saw him yesterday.

He looked horrible, but I was so happy to see him that I didn't

Oh, my God, I said things to him and I

Betsy...

its important right now to slow down...

keep a level head.

My head...

my mind...

it just, uh, feels like its somewhere else...

right now.

Keeps running away from you, huh?

Like its a race.

But I never win.

You just lose.

You always lose.

I have a problem, Alex.

Lets don't call it that, a problem.

Not yet.

Right now, its just signs.

Signs that are telling us hes headed in the wrong direction.

Its because hes not taking his medication!

Betsy, can I just ask you a few questions?

- I need to before - No, I just need a minute.

I cant be with him...

every single second of the day.

I cant monitor him to see if hes taking his pills or not.

But if something happened to him, then I

You cannot blame yourself.

Most of the difficulty is with the medication.

Especially when they live alone.

We prescribe the medication.

We administer the treatment, the therapy, provide the support...

but ultimately, whether or not they take it...

whether or not they respond, its up to them.

What am I supposed to do?

You're not powerless, Betsy.

We know that hes not well. We know that hes not medicated.

And we know that right now we need to intervene.

Cause, baby, he is teetering on a very narrow ledge...

and we cannot be the reason he goes over.

I have to go somewhere.

This is my colleague.

The one that I mentioned.

I know you were probably expecting someone much younger.

There's no need for tears. Lou Hayes.

- Pleasure to meet you. - Nice to meet you, Dr. Hayes.

I'm not a doctor. Just call me Lou.

Lou is a specialist in the mental health field...

with a primary focus on familial interventions.

- Take a second if you need. - I'm I'm okay. I'm fine.

Christine has spoken to me at length about everything.

Shes brought me up to speed on her end of it.

But before we go to meet your brother...

I thought it was important to ask you a few questions too.

You saw him last night?

Yes. He, um He came for dinner.

Uh, actually, he missed dinner. He showed up two hours late.

But that's nothing new.

I mean, usually, he doesn't even show up at all.

How was his mood, his state of mind?

Was he lucid? Disconnected?

Well, he was drunk.

But again, nothing new. Same old Franky.

- He went after my husband. - Violently? Was he physical?

No. No, no, no.

He just digs at him with words, verbally.

Usually, its kind of funny.

But... were afraid to have our kids around him.

I mean, can you believe that? I feel terrible.

I mean, I feel so guilty. Its my baby brother.

But were scared.

I know he wouldn't do anything. He-Hes just so hard on on Bob.

And I want my kids to know their uncle.

I want them to love him the way that I love him.

But were just scared.

Oh. And Bob cares for him. He really does.

He He puts up with He puts up with it.

He puts up with all of it.

He understands.

So nothing seemed out of the ordinary about him?

There wasn't anything that seemed unusual?

He spoke about a girl.

But he wasn't disconnected.

It was the exact opposite. Um, that's why it was unusual.

When he spoke of her, he was calm, peaceful.

He was so sweet.

Who was she?

The girl he spoke about?

You can tell me whats going on.

No.

I cant.

No, you just wont.

If I tell you...

you wont want to see me anymore.

Just...

let go.

You're gonna talk and I'm gonna listen.

And then when you're done, if I don't wanna see you...

Ill just get out of the car and leave.

You should just leave now.

Why?

Because I'm fucked up.

I have people in my life that

They make it very difficult...

for me to be normal.

Everybody does.

Not like me.

What do you mean?

These people in my life, they're not

they're not real.

I mean, they are, but they aren't.

They're real in me, but I know they aren't.

Sometimes I cant tell if only I see them...

or if other people do too.

When did this start?

We both

When my fa

When my parents died...

we moved to New York to live with family there.

And then we moved back to the old house when I got a job...

and he was so happy then.

When we were younger, all the girls his age, they wouldn't leave him alone.

It was so different then.

When he was 12, I I noticed that something was wrong.

Who are they?

Who are these people in your life?

I'm still here.

I'm not leaving.

I'm still listening.

I first met Jay when I was 12 years old.

I can smell a fake from a mile away

I was different back then.

I was in control.

Listen to the whisper and the sound that he makes

As the cold dirt takes his place

I was your average 90s kid.

A young street hustler.

Here comes your fan club.

Hey, girls. See anything you like?

How much are those?

Two bucks.

- Well, well see you later then. - Good luck, Franky.

- Bye. - Bye.

Do you gotta sit there and kill my game?

Game? You're 12.

You're killing business.

Ah, you're so cute and smart.

But it wasn't just the young girls.

Everyone in the old neighborhood loved my brother.

Oh. Oh, here comes one more. Come on. Lets see your game.

Most of what I sold were these worn-out books...

that I used to steal from vintage book stores.

The little old ladies from the neighborhood...

used to come by all the time to see what I had.

Mrs. Ross, guess what I got for you?

Oh.

You found that cookbook I wanted, Franky?

Uh...

No, but, uh, I got that collection of Kipling poems.

I-I don't know if its the exact one you wanted, but

Well, can I see it?

Sure.

Oh.

Mmm.

Ill give you, uh...

two dollars for it.

Mrs. Ross, that's its worth at least 20.

I'm not gonna tell you how much I paid for it...

but because you're my best customer...

Ill give it to you for five.

How about we split in the middle? 3.50.

Like I said, I was different back then.

I got an idea.

You could pick any poem in there, any one, Mrs. Ross...

and if I can recite any part of it without looking in the book...

then its five.

But if I cant, Ill give it to you for free.

Deal?

Yeah. Sounds good.

Sounds good.

My brother was definitely different.

If.

If what?

The poem I chose for you. If.

Oh.

Um...

If

If.

If you can...

talk with crowds and keep your virtue...

or walk with kings nor lose the common touch.

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you.

If all men count with you, but none too much

If you can fill the unforgiving minute...

with sixty seconds worth of distance run...

yours is the Earth and everything that's in it...

and which is more

You will be a man, my son.

That...

was worth the price of admission.

You know what, Mrs. Ross?

Forget the money. Ill just Ill just give it to you as a gift.

Oh.

Mrs. Ross, how about I help you home?

When it came to Franky...

you just never knew what you were gonna get.

And that's when it happened.

That was impressive.

What the fuck! Man, where did you come from?

You scared the shit out of me, man!

Sorry about that, kid. Didn't mean to scare ya.

He appeared into my life out of nowhere.

Beautiful recital though, really.

A young kid like you. Wow.

Yeah. Thanks.

Yeah.

Let me ask you a question though.

How did you know that was the poem she was gonna pick?

I didn't.

- And he took over. - Yes, you did.

She told me a story once about how...

her husband used to read it to her belly when she was pregnant.

It stuck with me, I guess. I got lucky.

So you hustled her, right?

No, I-I didn't.

Slowly, I lost all control.

Yes, you did.

I gave her the book for free. How'd I hustle her?

- I didn't get anything. - No, you got everything!

You got an edge.

But don't feel bad.

In fact, feel good about yourself.

Feel proud, kid. You need that edge.

That's business. No. Fuck business. That's life.

Everyone's looking for an edge over everyone else.

Fifty-one percent of Americans wake up every morning...

thinking of ways to screw the other 49%.

You cant be in the 49, kid. You just cant.

Look at me.

You can never, ever lose that edge.

And I can teach you how.

Look, no offense, but are you gonna buy something?

Oh, yeah. Yeah, of course.

See, my daughter over there...

she wants one of those lanyard bracelets.

Two actually.

One for my little boy as well.

And along with Jay...

came Mia and Jonny.

Sorry. I didn't

Hey!

Don't ever apologize, Franky.

For anything. To anyone.

How do you know my name?

I heard that old broad call you Franky. Is that not your name?

Yeah. No. It It is.

Yeah, it is.

Well, they call me Jay.

Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you too.

Franky...

I'm here because there's something you need to know.

And with what he told me next...

he made sure that he was there in my life for good.

I know your father.

I mean, I knew him...

before he died.

We were old friends.

We did We did everything together.

You know, we worked together.

We played soccer together.

Yeah.

Its a shame.

Its a shame because I saw a mountain of a man, Franky...

crumble into nothing.

What do you mean?

Your dad spoke about you.

Your dad spoke about you all the time.

He loved you.

Do you remember your old man, Franky?

Huh?

Franky, you talking to yourself?

- Not now, Bets. - Who are you talking to?

Bets, I'm with a customer.

What the hell are you talking about? Who?

What, are you blind? This guy right here.

What?

Bets, I am with a customer.

His name is Jay. Hes a friend of Dads.

An old friend of Dads.

Betsy.

Does he know...

about his father?

You ever try to pinpoint your first memory?

The very first memory you ever had?

The first thing you remember about your life?

No.

I was four when my parents died.

I cant remember them.

Franky.

Franky, where are we going?

Franky, I don't think that we should be here.

In my dream...

my dad went up to this grill and he

he got a big piece of steak and he cut it down the middle...

and he gave me half of it.

And Jay was there too.

Yeah, he saw us.

Jays not real, Franky.

My dad saw him too.

- Hes not real, Franky. - Alex, he saw him.

- Franky - Shut up!

Just go back to the car, Alex.

Franky, listen to me, okay? Please, just listen.

- None of this is real. - Go to the car.

- None of this is real, okay? - No, I want to be alone.

- Franky, you're sick. - I want to be alone.

Cant you see that you're sick? You have a disease, Franky

No! No, no, no. Don't say that.

I chose this.

I'm all alone.

Its just me.

Its just me.

And you have to make up a word... for how it feels...

because misery doesn't even touch it.

Its not even in the same fucking universe.

Shut the fuck up, Franky.

Problems? Hmm?

What are those?

Catastrophes are what I'm talking about. Catastrophes on loop.

Ill give you a problem, you crazy fuck!

Catastrophes that settle into you until until you're nothing.

Just nothing but voices that keep telling you you're nothing.

I'm gonna shove a couple of voices up your ass! Huh?

But every now and then, there's one soft-spoken little voice

that one that one little bit of sanity that's pleading with you

Please, none of this is real. None of it. Snap out of it. Wake up, goddamn it!

- Franky, this isn't your life. - Eat a big dick, you fucking pussy.

But it is my life.

In my shitty life...

every other voice gets stronger, right?

They grow louder and louder.

And louder. And they scream at me.

Trust? That's a made-up thing.

Ooh, you got that right, fuck face!

- Family? Forget about them. - I would fucking disown you.

Love?

Ha ha! Move on, pal.

You're a fucking faggot.

You're meant for something else, they say, Franky a mission.

You're trapped, and the only way to get out is to remember.

- Remember your father, Franky. - Do you?

- Remember your mother, Franky. - Do you remember? Huh?

Remember your first memory. Remember it.

You cant do it. You cant fucking do it. You cant fucking do it, can you?

Alex.

Franky, none of this is real.

None of it.

You know that, right?

I know.

But isn't that the worst part?

I guess I got...

zero chances left.

I blew em all.

Can we please leave now?

What is it?

Okay. Just wait here.

Give me one minute. Just wait here and don't leave.

Don't leave.

I'm sorry.

What...

the fuck?

- How did you guys get in here? - I told you I would use the keys.

Where the hell have you been, Franky? We've been worried sick about you.

We were about to call the police.

No, this is bullshit. This is bullshit.

I could have been here with someone.

Yeah? Well, you weren't.

This isn't right, Betsy. This isn't right.

You cant just break into my place even if I gave you a fucking key.

And you Who the fuck are you?

- Franky, my name is - No, you know what?

Not right now. Give me a fucking second.

Where the fuck are you going, Franky?

Alex, I'm sorry.

Okay.

Okay. What the fuck is going on?

Franky, my name is Lou Hayes.

You don't know me, but I know your family, and I know a lot about you.

Please.

There's absolutely no reason for alarm. Everyone here loves you very much.

I'm sorry if this feels like an ambush, Franky.

Lets all calm down... and have a seat.

Okay.

You know

This This...

better be a surprise birthday party or something.

Lou, somebody better be bringing out some fucking cake or sparklers...

or balloons or some shit.

I'm not fucking joking.

Because I hope

I pray to God, Bets if there is one

that after everything that I've been through in the last couple of days...

that this...

isn't a fucking intervention.

Lets not call it that.

Your family's here just to speak with you, to to show you that they care.

This isn't meant to be an ambush, an attack...

inflammatory, penetrative in any way.

Pene what? Pen what? Betsy, who the fuck is this guy?

We cant get through to you...

so your sister had to hire some professional help.

You should be thanking her. You should be thanking all of us.

Bob, I have a serious question for you.

What, Bets?

- Where is your penis? - Oh, God.

Where is it? Where is it?

Because you have, like, a camel toe or something right now...

and I know that were all wondering.

Christ. He doesn't give a shit, hon.

I have to stand here and be insulted?

- What is wrong with you, Franky? - No. No, no, no.

You don't have to fucking be here, Bob, okay?

You can fucking leave right now actually, okay?

Right, Lou? He can fucking leave right now.

Because its bad enough that you have to fucking come here...

and put your camel toe on display.

Its fucking disgusting, man. And stop trying to adjust it, man.

You're a real piece of work, you know that?

If you were my kid, I would have had you committed years ago, you freak.

- Bob! - No. Hes pushing me to my limits, Bets.

There's only so much I can take.

Lets all calm down. We shouldn't be yelling here.

One second, Lou. One second.

I'm sorry, Robert. I really am.

Because I fucking thank the heavens, bro, that I'm not your kid.

Yeah. And while were on the subject and I'm sorry, Bets

But your fucking kids suck at sports, man. Okay?

They don't even start on the peewee soccer squad.

Its a joke.

And you can tell the other parents that its bad asthma or whatever the fuck.

But they cant kick the ball, Betsy. Its fucking an embarrassment.

Its not funny.

I'm not making a joke. Its bad parenting.

Oh, all right, that's it, you son of a bitch.

You have crossed the line one too many goddamn times with me.

What did you just say to me?

What did you just call me? You called me a son of a bitch?

You called me a son of a bitch?

That means you called my mom a bitch.

Lou, that means he called my mom a bitch. Betsy, that means he called Mom a bitch.

What the fuck is your problem, man, huh? What is your fucking problem?

My mom is dead. My mom is dead.

What the fuck is your problem? Why are you such an asshole?

What the fuck? Hmm?

- Do you know how she died, Franky? - Yes, I do.

- No, you don't. - What?

- Bob, please. - Bob, this isn't the time.

No, no, I'm sorry, but he should know, all right?

It might be the only thing that knocks some fucking sense into him.

Betsy, what the fuck is he talking about?

- Bob, please don't. - No, listen, for his

No, for his sake and for your sake, for our sake, he should know.

All right? He should know, sweetie. He should know.

What the fuck is going on here? What are you talking about?

What are you trying to say to me?

Betsy?

Betsy.

Betsy, please look at me.

Franky.

We are here because you

you have a life-threatening mental illness...

and we know you're not medicated.

Now, we we love you.

But you are killing yourself.

And

And, God forbid...

you could kill somebody else.

Which is exactly what your father did.

I'm sorry.

You don't You don't remember, Franky?

Remember, Franky?

Remember, Franky? Remember, Franky?

What are you talking about? Put the gun down.

You have turned against us.

Put the gun down, Franky.

I will not put this fucking gun down!

They got to your mother, Franky.

They turned her against us.

Close your eyes, kiddo.

Is Mommy okay?

Okay?

Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

She used to be okay, and now shes not.

And I'm not.

But you are.

Are Are

Our purpose is to move forward and stay safe.

Safety is very important. Your safety, security.

Don't play on the roof. Don't go near the ledge.

The ledge, the edge.

I've lost the edge.

The edge.

The edge.

I'm sorry, Franky.

But its true.

Daddy was sick like you.

And he couldn't take it anymore, so he

Look at me, Franky. Look at me.

Wheres my brother?

Wheres that sweet boy?

Where are you, Franky?

Are you gonna be okay?

There's nothing there, Franky.

There's nothing there. Stop.

No matter...

what I do...

I don't think Ill ever be okay.

Don't say that. You're gonna be okay.

You're gonna be okay.

You're gonna be okay.

I'm sorry.

I hurt you, Franky, and I'm sorry.

I, um

I heard some yelling and-and I got worried.

You look okay though.

Is there still a situation?

This is, uh

I'm his girlfriend.

This is my girlfriend.

Alex.

Here you come

And there you go

Up so fast

But in so slow

You hold me tight Let me know

Here you come

And there you go

So let it in

Cause you know

That you can

Kill a good thing before it grows And I

Wanna see this grow

So let it in

Darling, don't

Lose a good thing before its gone

What are you waiting for?

What are you waiting for?

In you come

And out you go

Near so fast

Away so slow

I need you now I need to know

Cause in you come

And there you go

So let it in

Cause you know

That you can

Kill a good thing before it grows And I

Wanna see this grow

Let it in

Darling, don't

Lose a good thing before its gone

What are you waiting for?

All I know is that your heart will tell you so

If you listen

If you listen

All I know

Is that your heart will tell you so

If you listen

Baby, listen

And let it in

Darling, don't

Kill a good thing before it grows

Cause I

Wanna see this grow

Let it in

Darling, don't