Lonesome Jim

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Sorry are you going towards uhh...

Hey.

Hi, Tim.

Jimmy! Oh my goodness.

Donald! Jimmy's here.

What?

It's Jim.

Come here, let mom look at you.

I'm pretty dehydrated. If you don't

mind, I'd like a glass a water. / Okay

What's all the stuff?

We sure did miss you

at Christmas, Jimmy.

You're back now

Oh. It's so good see you, Jim.

Mom misses you so much.

Jim? Are you okay?

Jimmy? Are you Okay?

What in the hell?

Jimmy's come

home to surprise us.

What's wrong with him?

He said he's dehydrated.

Dehydrated?

Well, get him some water.

Okay, okay.

Hi, Jimbo. How you been?

Here you go. Hon... Honey?

I brought you some clean towels.

Ok. Thanks

Lets see. Oh honey that cold.

Its fine mom, I'm fine.

Mom sure is happy to see you.

Yeah me too mom.

You call so little I worry about my

boy all alone in the big city.

I'm not a boy mom.

Yes you are. You are a pretty

boy. You are my pretty boy.

Something wrong, Dad?

No...

This food is great, Mom.

Nothing's wrong. I was just

thinking about your dogs.

My dogs?

Oh, that's what your mom told me

you were doing in New York.

Walking dogs.

Didn't you tell me that, Sally?

I think he does.

They don't need walking anymore?

I'm not planning on

going back to New York.

What are you planning?

I'm not sure.

Your Mom's short a guy in shipping.

Oh, he doesn't want to work with

his mother.

She's right.

What do you want?

Good-bye.

Bye, Tim. Just take your

time, Sweetie. You'll figure it out.

Not too much time.

The boy is nearly thirty.

He's 27, Donald.

Your mom and I started the business

when we were in our twenties.

I was eighteen, Donald.

There you are.

Where have you been?

Your mother was trying to call all day.

I was busy.

Oh. Well, I just wanted to invite

you to the girls' game.

What game?

Lts ok you can't win them all.

Go so Hi to your uncle Jimmy.

Hi, girls.

Hi, Uncle Jimmy.

What's wrong?

They lost again.

Their team hasn't scored a point yet.

Your brother's their coach.

What's the problem?

We suck.

Come here girls.

Grandma give you some ice cream.

You want Peanut Brickle or just

plain Vanilla?

Can I take the van?

Of course. You need some money?

Sure, I'll fill it up while I'm out.

Tanks full.

All right. Well, maybe I'll take a

little something anyway.

This is just the money I make

selling snacks at work.

Thanks.

No problem.

Hey... Jim? Jim Roush.

Hey

Hey, guys, look who it is.

Dick.

Can I have a Bud Light?

Hey, I was just curious...

What's with all the uniforms?

We're nurses.

Yeah. I lived across from a

hospital in Manhattan.

Manhattan, New York.

Ever been?

Yeah, its... /its alright...

What'd you do there?

Walked dogs. I mean that's what I

did for money. I also write.

Oh yeah, me too.

Really? Wow.

Yeah, just for myself though.

Well, I like your audience.

You make enough money to live

walking dogs?

I also worked at an Applebee's,

part-time.

I love Applebee's.

Oh yeah? My name's Jim.

Anika.

Nice to meet you, Anika.

You want one?

Sure.

You like working in a hospital?

Sure.

You don't find it too antiseptic?

Too cold and clean. Uncomfortable.

I think hospital beds are more

comfortable than regular beds.

Do you have a?

Oh. Yeah. Maybe.

Give it to me.

Did you come?

Time out.

Okay. We have a minute left in the

half. I'm going to make this easy.

Are you listening?

Yes, Coach Tim.

Don't take a shot unless you're

sure you can make it. Okay?

Take your time.

Look for an open shot.

But don't shoot it unless you're

positive it's going to go in.

Rachel, don't shoot it at all.

All right. One, two, three...

Go Ladders.

I am just miserable anywhere I go.

I'm unhappy too.

I just don't know what I'm doing

here. On earth. In this life.

You know what the answer is?

No.

Nothing. There is no answer.

As far as the world's concerned,

people like me might

as well not even exist.

I am really unhappy.

I know. If I were you,

I'm not even sure I could do it.

Do what?

Go on. I mean,

I think about ending it all as it is.

I can't imagine if I had your life.

Why?

Well... divorced with a sh*t job at

a lumber yard after being rejected

from the Cromwell police force.

And you wanted to be in the CIA.

I mean, look how far away you are

from everything you wanted to be.

You live with mom and dad

just to cover child support.

Making a dollar over

minimum wage at 32 years old.

I mean I'm a fuckup.

But you, you're a god-damn tragedy.

Yeah.

There's been an accident.

Is Tim okay?

He's in a coma.

How?

A car accident.

Who hit him?

A tree.

This isn't your brother's first accident.

What do you mean?

Oh, Jimmy.

I have to get a drink of water,

does anybody want anything?

Why do you got a plate there, Sally?

I thought I'd set

Tim's place at the table,

just so he knows

we're thinking of him.

Jesus Christ. He's not dead, Sally.

I know, I just...

You want some juice,

Jimmy? I'll get you some juice.

Can you help?

I said I'd coach the girl's team.

Well, we really could use you at

the factory now, too.

Your mom's

having a real hard time with this.

And she's already short handed.

Oh, jeez. I... I don't know.

What's to know?

You either will or you won't.

I guess I'm going to

have to say that I won't.

Yes you will, god damn it.

You hear that, Sally?

What?

Jim want's to know

if he can come work for you?

No he doesn't.

Yeah... I do, Mom.

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