Jacknife (1989)

The weather is seasonable. 54 | degrees, the temperature reading...
and a smattering of rain. | Not really anything significant...
across the state. Current | conditions: still some sprinkles...
and 54. The dew point is 48, | but the barometer is rising...
Rise and shine cause it is time!
Davey! Davey!
Come on, you great big | swinging dick! Come on!
Come on, wake up! | It's opening day!
Wake up!
We're gonna dance on | Charlie the Tuna's grave!
David! I see you!
Davey, open up, man! Davey?
Davey! Dave!
There's some loudmouth downstairs | yelling for you. Come on. Get up!
- I know you're there! | - Get up, David! Let's go! Get up.
Take it easy!
- You go golfing in your p. j.'s? | - What?
You got mud cleats | in them slippers?
Joseph Megessey. | Everybody calls me Megs.
- That's my name. Don't wear it out. | - It's a ridiculous name.
- Ain't it? | - I don't know you.
Well, hey, | I feel like I know you.
Your brother talked about you | a lot. Said you were swell.
You mind?
Davey! What's going on?
Davey? Come on, you great | swinging dick, let's go!
- Quiet! | - We're gonna go fishing.
You're insane. | The sun's not even up yet.
- Davey! | - Mr. Megessey.
- Just who do you think you are? | - Your room, huh?
How dare you?
I'll have you know I was up until | two in the morning grading papers.
Nice bed.
Listen, I'm counting to ten and | then I'm calling the police. One...
- This you? | - ... two...
...three. | - You've changed. You're pretty.
Mr. Megessey, | where do you think you're going?
- Mr. Megessey. | - Forget it.
- Will you wait? | - Forget it. It ain't your fault.
My brother happens to be a very | busy man! I'm sure he just forgot...
I covered ground. I call him up, | 'Mr. Busy', long distance.
'It's me,' I say. 'Right. Hey, | how are you? Long time. ' All that.
He says, 'We ought to get | together. ' I don't want nothing.
I'm calling to let him know that | I'm coming back. I'm not pushy.
- He says, 'We ought to get together'. | - At six in the morning?
Time out. I'm talking here. 'Getting | together is good. When?', I say.
'Whenever,' he says. 'Opening | day?', I say. This is a question.
'Opening day', he says. This is an | answer. Here I am, 2500 miles later.
- And who is to blame for this? | - Mr. Megessey.
When did this telephone | call take place?
A couple of weeks ago.
- Maybe five. | - And you never called to confirm?
- Who needs this shit? | - Mr. Megessey.
David has had hangovers before.
What the hell? Martha, what...? | Martha, why...?
Megs, what're you doing around? | Jesus Christ, I'm all fucking wet!
Well, get your butt in gear, | David. It's opening day.
What? Jesus Christ, you're all...
- We gotta catch a trout for Martha. | - Get outta here!
- You're catching a trout for me. | - Man, someone's lost their mind.
- It's opening day, man! | - No way.
- Rainbows this long. | - I ain't up to it.
Sure you are, David.
See, you just need a little | something to perk you up.
- What? | - You talked him into it.
- Didn't talk him into anything. | - You know, instant's fine with me.
I drink so much goddamn instant, | my stomach is like freeze-dried.
- What're you doing? | - Got any milk?
Of course I've got milk.
Powdered creamer? I hate it. Tastes | like powdered mouse balls to me.
What do you want for breakfast?
- Beer. | - For breakfast? That's horrible.
Breakfast beer. Ain't you ever | had a beer for breakfast?
You take one sip, the cobwebs go, | your voice rises two octaves...
and, hey, man, | the sun comes up inside you.
- You know? I got a case in the car. | - Well, I...
I hardly think that...
Did he leave?
He went to the car to get beer.
- I could use one. | - You couldn't stomach it.
I work hard all week.
I'm entitled to cut loose | on the weekends.
- You should try it sometime. | - You can take me with you tonight.
Forget it.
You'd think you'd enjoy a | woman's company for a change.
Women we could use. | A sister, we don't need.
- Besides, I date. | - I've seen the women you date.
Their idea of contributing to a | conversation is to snap their gum.
Wouldn't you like a point | of view for a change?
I want a point of view, | I'll listen to the news.
David, piss up a rope!
What did I say?
Oh, just drink your coffee.
Your friend seems nice.
He's not my friend.
He's just someone I know.
We were in Vietnam together.
Hey, hey, opening day | Look out, trout, were on our way
Careful. Blow on it. Otherwise your | tongue is gonna stick to the can.
Forget it, man. | Martha doesn't drink beer.
Well, hey, it's early.
Thanks, Martha.
To opening day!
- To trout! | - To trout!
To trout.
Well, I think I like | breakfast beer.
This is beautiful. Finish that one | off. I'll crack you another one.
I'll have to take it. I've gotta | change if I'm coming with you.
- What? | - You coming, Martha?
- Sure I'm coming. | - They'll never know what hit them.
They'll be jumping into my lap, | dying to hear my point of view.
- Okay, what'll it be? | - Coffee.
- And...? | - Just coffee.
Ma'am, what's your name, Ma'am?
- Shirley. | - Shirley?
May I be permitted | to call you Shirley, Shirley?
- Be my guest. | - Shirley...
I want you to give this young lady | enough pancakes to build a house.
And that's on me. The lady | don't buy when I'm around.
Pancakes. | And for you, Sir Galahad?
Well, let's see.
- I'll have pancakes, too. | - Pancakes.
And some bacon, | eggs over easy...
- Bacon and eggs with pancakes. | - ... grapefruit...
bagel with cream cheese | and some corn flakes.
Banana on the flakes.
- Hungry? | - Oh, yeah, Shirley. See these eyes?
They were basketballs, they | wouldn't be bigger than my stomach.
And, Shirley?
Hey, could I have a sardine and | onion sandwich while I'm waiting?
Thanks, Shirley. | Hey, it's opening day.
Need to bleed the monster? We got no | formal facilities in God's country.
If you wanna use the john, do it. | You won't get a chance later.
Excuse me.
Hey, old buddy.
You think maybe she likes me? | Your sister?
Are you serious?
You two are from different planets.
She's just along to bust my ass.
- I was gonna do that for you. | - I'm a biology teacher.
I think I can bait a hook.
How you doing there, you great | swinging dick? They biting yet?
- Nothing? | - Nothing.
- Have you ever caught a fish? | - Martha.
Only way I'm gonna catch a fish, | I got a feeling, it's to drain a pond.
We'll see.
Hey, stud.
You ain't said nothing | about the hat.
I wear it for luck.
- Bad luck? | - No way, Jose.
Ain't mine. | It's Bobby's.
- Didn't help Bobby much, did it? | - It's helping me.
They hide under rocks. | Trout.
Goddamn little speckled bastards. | They hide under rocks.
Now what the hell kind | of life is that, huh?
Let's catch some fish.
Hey, Martha, | how're we doing?
Look, Joseph...
I know they're out there, Martha. | I just know that they're out there.
I have one! I have one, Joseph! | I have one! I have a trout!
- Shit! Reel him in! Reel him in! | - I got one! There he is!
He's a rainbow! | Reel him in, Martha! Reel him in!
What do I do now? | What do I... Where is he?
You got him! You got him! | You got him! Here he is.
- Look at him! | - He's Loch Ness monster's cousin!
Joseph, Joseph! No! | Joseph, wait!
Good thing he threw the hook. That | baby was ready to take your leg off.
This fishing is a wonderful time!
Hey, Martha!
There you go. | Come on.
My wits are weak, | but my back's strong.
Who ever said trout | fishing was gonna be easy?
Martha? Martha! | You okay?
It's me and you, huh, | stud-hoss? Yeah.
Twenty miles of shit creek | with our bare hands, huh?
I don't forget. | Jacknife like an elephant.
Short on smarts, | long on memory.
You sleep. | Jacknife's on watch. You sleep.
Would you have him give me a buzz?
I started working at this garage. | See, if he wants, he could call...
or he could come by.
- Ain't it time to give them a rest? | - Jacknife! Long time no see.
- You gonna drive again? | - I'm looking for Dave Flanagan.
- He's up front. | - This way?
Oh, yeah. No, I got no | problem with that. Oh, no.
Hold on a second.
Be on time tomorrow.
Hey, Davey! Davey!
- How you doing? | - I suck.
Let's go grab a beer.
- Look, look, Megs... | - Since when ain't you thirsty?
Since when ain't you thirsty?
- What you doing here? | - I thought I'd see how you'd doing.
I got my car, I just came over. | It's just about to fall apart.
So then she, she moved to Florida.
I don't know. She thought | Connecticut was too cold.
Maybe too many bad memories | of your old man around here, huh?
It must've been tough, Davey. | You come hobbling off the plane...
...and they tell you he's dead. | - Yeah. I was pissed.
It was his gung-ho vet shit that | got me to enlist in the first place.
I'd been fantasizing for months | to deck that son-of-a-bitch.
Yeah, man, I felt cheated.
You're outta here!
You know what I hated? | Waiting.
Knowing it was just a matter of | time till something bad happened.
Fuck, yeah.
See, Davey, the only way I could | handle it was to get up for it, man.
know what I'm saying?
It was like, like | something set in, you know?
And not just me. | I was like a lot of us, maybe.
I was never there, Megs.
I don't follow that.
It never happened.
It's over and done with. | You understand?
Go, go, go!
Go, go, go!
I got one at ten o'clock! | Dead hot!
- Bobby, please. | - Come on, Dave!
- You got five seconds! | - Come on, Davey!
Get him outta of here!
Bobby, don't, please! No!
- Help me! | - Come on, Davey!
- Got my piece? | - Got it! You okay, Davey?
- Let's go! | - My fucking leg!
How long you been back?
A month, maybe.
Well, I hooked up with | an old buddy of mine.
A vet?
Trying to give him a hand?
Shit, I, I go all I can do | to help me, man.
- You wonder if you'll forget it? | - Every damn day.
I don't know if I wanna think about | this stuff he makes me think about.
It makes me feel good when | my friends come to me.
Makes me feel good to know | I'm not alone. That's important.
To know you're not alone.
People alone... | they just waste away slow.
That's true for all people, | you know, man? Not just vets.
Jake? This...
this guy, he's got a sister.
Tell me about her.
- What time did you get home? | - Don't start.
- Mother called. | - Great.
- How's Florida? | - She wanted to talk to you.
So you could get on the extension | and you could gang up on me?
Forget it.
Have a nice day.
Oh, I forgot. Your friend | left you a number.
- Who? | - Joseph. Megs.
He's not my friend, Martha.
- He wants you to call him. | - He's not my friend.
Quiet, please!
All right, take your seats. | Take your seats, everybody!
Would this entire class like to stay | after school with me for a month?
Thank you. Now, people, | open your books to page 550.
Bone structure. Today we're | studying the Haversian canal.
What is bone tissue? | Is bone living?
David. Oh, David.
Okay, start this sucker up.
- There you go. | - Zippety-do-dah!
Let me ask you something. | You any good with foreign jobs?
If it's got wheels, if it's got an | engine, my friend, I'm your man.
- What'll it be? | - Oh, yes.
- Is Joseph Megessey around? | - Who?
Oh, Megs. Yeah. Why don't | you park over there, huh?
Hey, Megs!
You got yourself a visitor.
He's over there.
Hello, Joseph.
Oh, goddamn. Look what...
Martha? Would you, you know, | like to adjourn to the office?
- Yes. | - Right this way.
It's nice of you | to stop by, Martha.
You wanna go with me for | a walk in the parking lot?
- Allow me. | - Oh, thank you.
- This your car? | - Yes.
Well, it's reliable.
You could use a little air. Move | over to the pump. I'll fix you up.
- Oh, no. It's all right. | - No, no. It's no trouble.
Joseph? Would you let me | buy you a cup of coffee?
Don't you go anywhere. | I'll be right back.
Except it's on me. | A lady don't buy when I'm around.
Clean us, mates! | I got a date with the lady!
You jealous dogs! | You dirty jealous dogs!
Do you come here often?
- Do you come here often? | - Oh, yeah. Oh, I pass it.
It's nice.
- Looks all right. It's okay? | - Oh, it's lovely, yes.
- I should be dressed better. | - No, you're fine.
I don't get out much | for meals and stuff.
Do your girlfriends | come over and cook for you?
Is that like a real question, | or are you just jerking my chain?
- No, I just... | - What?
I'm a little nervous. I was trying | to make conversation with you.
- You're nervous? | - Yes.
Me, too.
- Cocktails? | - Oh, we were gonna have...
How about it? I mean, I'll have a | cocktail if you'll have a cocktail.
- Oh, sure. | - Cocktails are good.
What kind of a cocktail would you | like, sir? Something elegant?
Elegant is good... also.
How about a Bud | or something, Martha?
Two Buds.
Well, how about you, Martha? | Boyfriends, I mean?
Hey, I'll bet you gotta fight them | off with tommyhawks, don't you?
- I've given up the fight. | - You?
Come on! You, you're built like | a brick shithouse, Martha.
- That's the most ridiculous thing. | - I noticed that right off.
- You've got the biggest pair of... | - Stop contradicting me!
- There you go. | - Thank you.
- I know what I am. | - Yeah? What's that?
Some people get awful the | minute they open their mouths...
and other people, | like you, Martha...
they grow on you.
The more you get to know them, | the better looking they get.
And that's what I think.
I can see I'm gonna need | another one of these.
David said you two | were in Vietnam together.
Yeah, basic right through, we were.
He never talks about it.
No? Me, I talk about it | all the time.
To myself, when there's | no one else around to listen.
Did you know his friend Bobby?
You like to drive? You know, just | hop in the car and head somewhere?
How about Saturday?
Martha? It's up ahead.
Hey, Bob.
We were some trio. | Bobby, your brother and me.
They said I was the lucky one.
Yeah, I ain't fooling. They used to | say 'Lucky Megs'. 'Lucky Megs'.
Yeah, that all sort of ended | when we lost old Bobby.
You wouldn't have liked me too | much when I got home. I was crazy.
I was getting into fights. | Dumb ones.
Getting the piss kicked out | of me, five against one.
It was not a nice time.
All what it all | got down to is...
one night, I was lying around, | contemplating the ceiling rafters...
don't laugh or anything...
I prayed.
I felt better.
What was done was done, you know? | I couldn't change it, but...
for some reason we | lost old Bobby, and...
it was up to me to make that | reason a good one, cause...
cause Bobby, he deserved it.
Right, Bobby?
Sir, your change!
Becoming quite the social | butterfly, aren't we, sis?
Fishing trips, dinner dates.
Or was that another | parents' meeting?
- That guy was a truck driver! | - So are you, David!
He's crazy!
He was crazy before I knew him | and Nam made him even crazier!
He's spent more time in the can on | assault charges than you could believe!
Look, you want to go out | with someone? I'll set you up.
Plenty of guys owe me favors. | It'll be no problem.
- Fuck you, David! | - What did I say?
What do you care anyway? What is | this sudden interest in who I see?
- You're my sister. | - I thought I was your housekeeper.
Do you know I can't even remember | the last time I heard you say...
'Hey, Martha. Hey, how was | your day, kid?' Or...
or, 'I'd been invited to a party. | Why don't you come along?'
- I don't go to parties. | - That's not the point. You know it!
All right, all right. I'll take | more interest from now on.
We'll go to a movie. | How's that sound?
Martha! Martha! | He's bad news! He is!
Oh, fuck it!
Is it really so bad around here?
No, it's not so bad.
I love this place.
Every good memory I have is...
Maybe that's why I...
I'm gonna be more | appreciative from now on.
I promise.
You'll see.
The things I want, | you can't give me.
You're gonna leave?
Try to keep her | on the road, Flanagan.
Where you been, stud? Off spanking | the monkey in the men's room?
Come on, let's go. | Come on, let's go, Davey, come on.
Get in.
Driving, huh? Yeah.
Buying guys beers | you don't even know.
Putting quarters in the jukeboxes | so strange babes can dance.
And hardly anybody knows | when you come, you go.
- I ain't complaining. | - Am I? Hey, listen.
keeps you occupied. You ain't | occupied, what the hell are you?
Like an empty house. | Useless.
Me, I did so many whites, I was | like hotter than sunshine. I was...
like insane. A madman.
I'm driving and I'm seeing trolls | and leprechauns alongside the road.
It was V did that.
You know that. I come back from the | Nam, I was like a first-class head.
- Now, I don't touch a thing. | - Megs? Don't talk.
All right.
Hey, back here.
All right, go for it!
All right!
Hey, how about some hoop?
Come on. Come on, I know you | was a stud ball player. Come on.
- I'll take a look. | - Yeah, I'll park this pig for you.
All right!
All right, over here, over here!
Hey, pal. Hey, it's too much | for me. You wanna get in?
- Him, him... | - All right, I'm with you...
- Those bigger guys. | - Okay, thanks, man.
Come on!
Did you see that, huh?
Hey, your buddy's doing real | good. He's got two already.
Hey, Jacknife! Hey, come on, pal. | Get in there! Come on!
- With him? | - You, you and him, him and him.
All right!
Come on, Megs. | Get off me!
Two points!
Back here!
Shit, you okay?
- Davey? Come on, let me help you. | - No!
- Okay? Come on, let me help you. | - I said, just...
no! Let's get outta here.
You okay?
- Come on, let's go? | - Sorry, guys.
- How's it feeling? | - It's okay.
Sorry I yelled.
Shit. I've been yelled at by queers | and old ladies worse than that.
Nice sky, huh? | Real pretty.
Remember the sunsets? | Over there?
Beauties, huh?
Remember what Bobby'd say?
If it weren't for the helicopters, | we could pretend we was in Hawaii?
Remember him saying that? | I do.
- Remember the time the three... | - I don't want you seeing my sister.
- Ain't that her decision? | - No.
Martha doesn't know | shit about guys.
She'd have a hard time handling the | perfect son-of-a-bitch, like you.
What kind of a guy am I, | Davey, huh?
Hold out your hand.
Look at your hand. | Look at your fucking hand.
- I ain't put my fist through glass. | - Yeah, yeah. I heard that before.
Look at me now. Fat and happy. Bet | you never seen me looking so good.
Huh, guy?
You look the same as before... guy.
Yeah, and you're looking | real good, too. Yeah.
Fate's just a funny thing, huh?
- Slow down. | - Think this is going fast?
- Slow down, Megs! | - What the fuck's the matter?
Just a crazy bastard, that's me. | Don't care who he takes with him.
What the fuck's the matter? You | got something to live for lately?
I got someplace to go. | You're coming with me.
I don't know. | I don't know anymore.
I mean, you don't get fuck-all from | looking over your shoulder, right?
Things would have changed | by now if people did, right?
I know that...
but I'm not able to put it aside.
How long has it been?
My wife wants | to know what's my...
'Hey, what's your problem?'
What do I tell her? | What do I tell my kids?
That at, like, ten in the morning, | I was there...
and at ten that night I was in Long | Beach trying to hitch a ride home?
And nobody would pick me up.
I was in uniform, | and nobody would pick me up.
Come on, stay. Now sit down. | Come on. You can just listen!
Davey! Davey!
What can it hurt? | Davey? Davey?
Don't let him pull you down, man! | Don't you let him do it to you!
Davey! Davey!
- Joseph. | - Hi.
- David stop home? | - No. Why? What's happened?
- Uh, okay. | - Joseph, wait.
Are you hungry?
- There are pangs. | - Well, would you like some soup?
Soup is good.
Split pea with ham. | Homemade.
- I like to cook. | - We're a team, cause I like to eat.
China. They match, too.
I almost got a set | of tableware once.
Every time you bought groceries at | the store, they gave you a plate.
Go ahead and start.
I'll wait for you. I hate to eat | alone. You eat alone much, Martha?
Sometimes I eat with David. | David, however, eats alone.
- I correct papers while I eat. | - You give out too much homework.
Smells good.
Good as Campbell's, I bet. I ain't | even tasted it yet, I like it.
Well, now you can.
- I started too soon. | - No, please start.
Please. Please.
No, don't.
Don't, Joseph. No. Joseph, | please. Don't. Joseph, stop.
Just get your hands off me, Joseph!
Martha. That's the thing | about shy people, Martha.
They always think somebody's | looking. But nobody is.
- Except me. And I like what I see. | - For God's sake, shut up for once!
You're damn right.
I'll pay for it. Don't worry. | Don't you worry about it.
- I liked it. I liked the kiss. | - I'll pay for it. I'm sorry.
Joseph, I liked the kiss.
I liked the kiss, Joseph.
- I'm sorry, I'll pay for it. | - Joseph.
- Hello, Ed. | - Dave.
Well, can I...?
Please. Of course. Yes.
- Who is it, dear? | - Pru and I were watching the news.
Pru, it's...
Why, Dave.
Sorry it's so late, Pru.
Come in and sit with us.
- Something to drink, Dave? A beer? | - Yeah, please.
- Well, it's been quite a while. | - Not so long, dear.
Dave shoveled the walk for us | after that big snow in February.
Oh, that's right.
If you need anything done around the | house, I could come back again.
Mow the lawn, maybe?
Rake some leaves.
Oh, well, we have a landscaping | service that does all that.
We'd appreciate that, Dave.
Do I really... look well?
Dave, is everything all right?
I doubt it.
Thank you for your concern.
I'd really like it if you would let | me come and clean your yard.
- You've done that before. Why? | - Why? I don't know why, Martha.
Come inside. We'll...
we'll go upstairs.
Go... go... Martha.
Come here.
William Green.
And we were such an unlikely pair.
He was tall and skinny, | and I was...
well, me.
You was pretty good.
Neither of us knew | what we were doing.
We were like two cars that hooked | bumpers. Pushing and pulling.
I don't know why I'm laughing. | It was horrible.
We went to a cheap hotel.
He kept apologizing. 'I'm terribly | sorry. I'm so terribly sorry. '
I think he hoped | I'd changed my mind.
And then he asked me to marry him.
He'd been to bed with me, | so he thought he should.
- But, you know, you didn't want to? | - I didn't do it so he'd marry me.
In the long run, we would have | made each other miserable.
it's getting late. | We better think about hitting it.
- Hey, I can really see myself out. | - I can walk you to the door.
- Joseph? | - Yeah?
The seniors are having their prom. | I'm a chaperone. Will you take me?
- Me? | - Yes, you.
I never went to my own prom. | No one asked me to go.
I crashed mine. I walked in wearing | a motorcycle jacket and boots.
Stood there like a madman, | grinning at all them tuxedos.
I was just hoping that somebody'd | try and throw me out.
- Will you take me? | - I don't know, Martha, I...
Okay, I'm ready. | Move it up. It's great.
Forty-two regular.
- May I help you, sir? | - I'd like...
- Something for the prom. | - Let me. I have some suggestions.
Here's one here. | Here's a wristlet.
It's for the young lady | to wear on her wrist.
Martha, I'm home.
Joseph is taking me to a prom.
Shall I put a TV dinner in the oven | for you, or will you be going out?
If Dad were alive, he wouldn't let | a guy like this on the porch.
Someone gentle and kind? | I doubt that.
- Turkey or Salisbury steak? | - I have had it with you.
- With him. You listening to me? | - Oh, I hear you.
I want you to call him, and tell | him that something came up.
The PTA. The fucking Board | of Education wants to see you!
What's the matter with you? He's | a loser, and you pretend he's not.
- Go out! Go to a bar and get drunk! | - No way.
Well, then shut up. | A loser? You're a loser!
You're like a mold in this house.
You eat what's put in front of you, | and grunt when spoken to!
Shit! Oh, shit!
I would be better off | with a Saint Bernard.
At least I wouldn't have to worry | about a dog killing himself.
Tell me, what's it like to want | nothing more than to get drunk?
- I just wanna be left alone. | - By what?
By life? You asshole.
You just want me here so it won't be | empty when you decide to come home.
- And I've been afraid for you. | - For me? What about you?
Okay, okay, yes! | Yes, I have been afraid for me.
But I've done it. | I have stayed.
Well, no more. | I am leaving. Just like Mama.
She cried. Did you think | she was crying for Papa?
It was for you. Because you might | as welI have been dead, too.
Joseph, I'm sorry. | I'm not ready.
Yeah, it's me.
I told the guy I was a white knight | going to meet a fair damsel.
Just a mad seducer. | That's me.
What? You okay?
You. You in the pants.
Why're you wearing | pants like that?
You a soldier?
Answer me. A kid like you, | you know how to fight?
No? kids don't know how to fight.
They don't know nothing about | it at all. Take those pants off.
Take them off.
- Take off the fucking pants! | - Hey, mister...
we're not looking for any trouble.
Nobody ever really is, | Joe College.
Tell your friend to take | those pants off.
- Or I'll do it for him. | - Why don't you leave them alone?
Come on, why do you say? | They're just kids.
Hi, Ms. Flanagan.
Hi, Ms. Flanagan.
- Martha. You look enchanting. | - Thank you, William.
- Joseph, this is... | - Green. Geology and Space Science.
Joseph Megessey. Cars.
- You'll excuse us. | - Oh, sure.
That's him, huh? | Bee-bee-beep.
You click your heels three times, | you'll end up in kansas.
- Give me another. | - Maybe you ought to slow down, Dave.
- Joseph, this is Tanya e Frank. | - Hello, Tanya.
Frank teaches Phys. Ed.
- You like sports? | - Me? Love them.
- Which ones? | - Sports. Like when I was a kid...
go visit my cousins on this farm, | we'd have horseshit fights.
The road apples would fly. | I excelled at that.
I've also been very good | at demolishing trucks.
- No, no. | - Go on, Dave!
- You got 5 seconds. Five seconds! | - Come on, we gotta go!
- Come on, out! | - No!
- Hello. | - Oh, hi.
- You wanna dance, Martha? | - No.
- Do you? | - Come on.
I don't really know how...
Come on, help me.
Help me. Let's get | the fuck outta here! Come on!
- Megs! | - Let's get the fuck out of here!
- You okay? I'm going back for Megs. | - No, don't go back, Bobby.
Don't go back, man! | Don't go back! Don't go back, Bobby!
Jacknife's dead!
Jacknife's dead! | Jacknife's dead!
Joseph? Do you know who | the queen of this prom is?
- Who? | - Me.
Bullshit! Bullshit!
High school bullshit!
It's cause of you. | It's your fault!
We should've stayed put! | We were twenty feet in the air!
We should've stayed put! | We were getting shot to pieces!
But no! 'Gotta get some! | Get some! Get some! Get some!'
You gonna be lucky for her? | Like you were for me?
- Like you were for Bobby? | - They drafted me.
- But you? You enlisted. | - Come on!
Fucking jock! Thought | they were gonna tackle you...
instead of blow you away, | you chickenshit asshole?
- Fuck! | - I heard you! I heard you!
You were scared, and you landed | wrong, and your ankles broke!
I got hit because of that! | I lay there in the mud bleeding...
and I heard you! 'Don't go back! | Jacknife's dead! Don't go back!
Don't go back! He's dead! | He's dead, Bobby, Jacknife's dead!'
But Bobby did go back, huh, Davey?
Bobby did!
You can't keep running | from that, Davey.
Bobby did! He did! | You can't keep running from that!
Go inside, all of you.
Go on! Go inside now! Please.
You were hoping | he'd home, weren't you?
- He's not your friend, Joseph. | - I'm his friend.
Why don't we sit in the living | room? It'll be more comfortable.
Oh, I know. Let's have some | of your brandy, shall we?
Do you know what brandy is? | I'll tell you, if you like.
- Oh, yeah, please. | - If beer for breakfast is sunrise...
then brandy is sundown.
You're so talkative. I can hardly | get a word in edgewise.
- Sorry. | - I don't want you to be sorry.
I was just teasing you, Joseph.
You tease me, and then you can't | tell when you're being teased.
Teasing, it shows you're | cared for, don't you think?
I think it does.
Let's go look for him, Martha.
Please, let's have our brandy.
- Ain't you the sight, stud. | - Martha, I'm sorry.
Come on, sit down. Sit down.
Come on, let's clean you up some.
It's clean. You know me. I wipe | my nose, I use my sleeve.
How could she understand, huh? | She don't know. She wasn't there.
- Jacknife. | - That's what old Bobby called me.
Cause you crashed trucks.
Hey, why don't you tell Martha | what your nickname was?
Come on, tell her. | What'd old Bobby call you?
What was your nickname? | I'd like to know.
High School. We called him | High School. He loved it.
Bobby had | a nickname for everything.
Red Sox. That was Bobby's nickname | cause he loved the Red Sox.
He was gonna take us | to Fenway Park.
We were gonna cheer.
Ah, Bobby.
- If he'd stayed, he would've lived. | - How many nights I thought about it?
He didn't. It wasn't in him any more | to leave me than it did to leave you.
What were we gonna do when | we got back? No matter what.
Come on, help me. | No matter what.
Come on. Tell me. | You know.
- Fuck, Davey, come on! | - I don't know.
- Gonna go to Fenway Park. | - Best seats in the house?
- Yeah. Hot dogs and beer. | - That grass? Take off our shirts?
- Soak up a few rays. | - We were gonna cheer, huh?
We were gonna cheer so loud, they | were gonna start cheering us back.
- And then? | - And then we were gonna...
What, Davey? What?
What were you going to do?
We were gonna go fishing.
Yeah. Opening day.
I'm so sorry.
I'm so, so sorry.
I know you are, David.
I'm sorry.
You're leaving?
Thought I would.
Mission accomplished. | Is that it?
Martha, who're we kidding? You? Me? | Who're we kidding but ourselves?
We were having a wonderful time.
It doesn't have to end.
If I've been fooling myself, | I can fool myself a while longer.
I can't, Martha.
I blame people.
Ive been blaming | people so much.
And I've been hurting people.
That sucks.
Theyre people that cared about | me, mostly, I guess, but I didntt...
You know, I thought...
No, I think, | I think I dont deserve...
them caring about me...
I don't like me very much.
But, hey, its time.
If not for me, then for the people | that didnt stop loving me.
There was a guy, Bobby.
And there was another guy, Megs.
And the three of us were friends.
I loved those two guys like | they were my brothers.
Bobby was the smart one.
Megs was the crazy one. And me...
I was the scared one.
Bobby talked to you...
he talked to you... | sports, books...
Bobby said that certain girls...
they glowed.
When they, when they touched you, | you weren't scared...
or tired.
When they just stood next to you, | you weren't confused.
Bobby said someday we'd all | find girls like that...
and then, finally, | things would make sense...
just because you were with them.
Bobby said that would | happen to us all.
Because we...
cause we, all of us, | we deserved it.
I bet we would have had a horrible | time at that goddamn prom.
- And we would have left early. | - We would've gone someplace to eat.
No, I doubt we'd have been hungry.
Well, maybe we would've | driven someplace.
Someplace quiet and parked.
And then...
...who knows? | - Who knows?