Benny & Joon Page #2

- Just like the good Lord intended.

- 26 years old, he can't even read.

Spends all day polishing my plastic forks.

When you say he can't read,

what do you mean? Like words?

Yeah. And he keeps me up all night

watchin' stupid old movies.

My work's starting to suffer.

- You install cable TV.

- Joon, will you please glue your sequins?

Have we an internal sequin issue

to deal with, Benjamin?

All right, can we make this the last hand?

Come on, come on. Play cards.

Two tickets,

tomorrow night's baseball game.

One Pocket Fisherman.

- Fold.

- Do you ever stay in?

Snorkel mask.

She knows how to rattle the day help.

I think we need to find someone

more understanding than Mrs. Smail.

Tell me, how are you two getting along?

Us?

Fine. Normal. You know, fine.

- Why?

- I'll level with you.

I think it's time you gave some

serious consideration to a group home.

- She already has a home.

- Benny, she'd be with her peers.

She hates her peers. She's already quit

the two day centers to prove it.

Look, all we need right now

is a new housekeeper.

Well, I know of no one else.

You've been up and down the list.

You might want to consider

that there are some people

more capable of handling

these episodes than you.

I think that you two living together

may not be the best thing any more.

I'm her brother, and I'm her only family.

And we've done just fine,

the two of us, for 12 years.

Yes, but her stress level is always

a factor in her display of symptoms.

Her agitation should

be kept to a minimum.

Everybody gets agitated.

Sometimes it's the only option.

Benny, don't get me wrong.

I'm impressed how

you've managed this long.

But a group home would let her

develop other relationships.

We don't know this,

but what if she were capable of a job?

They'd encourage her in that direction.

These are very nice places -

nurturing, supportive.

I'm not farming her out.

I have every right to be outside, Officer.

- I have every right.

- Yes, ma'am.

May I see some ID, please?

- Waldo, did you start that brake job yet?

- Joon called. You've run out of tapioca.

- She what?

- Oh, and the police will corroborate.

Holy sh*t.

Listen, Jack, you wanna go

to the baseball game tonight?

- Hey, thanks, Benny.

- Box seats.

Hello? Joon?

Time for your medicine, Joon.

Good night, Steve.

- Oh, hello. How's it goin'?

- I appreciate the deal on the engine.

- No problem. Is it runnin' all right?

- Yeah, it's running great.

- Good.

- So... can I...

Can I make it up to you with some dinner?

Some dinner?

- Are you serious?

- Yeah. Dinner with you.

You know what? I can't.

- I mean, I'd like to...

- It's OK.

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