Same Kind of Different as Me Page #3

---

Absolutely.

We try to infect them all

with love.

Thank you for the tip.

Yeah.

Infectious diseases?

What?

Nothing.

Hi, tiny.

Good to see you again.

Good to see you, ma'am.

Wait. Wait. Here.

Thank you, ma'am.

Yeah.

Hi.

I'm Debbie.

What's your name?

I know y'all think

y'all doing us a big favor,

thinking y'all

is better than us.

You just remember.

When you miss a couple paychecks

and your wife

kick you out the door--

and just like that,

you'd be homeless too.

Just like us.

That how you say "thank you"

down here?

I'm gonna kill

whoever done it!

Gonna kill

whoever stole my shoes!

Hey!

Suicide, stop it!

Hey! Stop it!

Stop it!

There's a little girl

right here!

What are you doing?

Ronnie.

We have to talk to him.

Honey, I don't understand

what's going on here.

I'm trying.

That's the man from my dream.

That's him.

We're going home.

Come on.

Come on.

What's wrong with you?

Seriously?

Mr. Mercedes!

Whoo!

You been looking for me, baby?

'Cause I been looking for you.

I'm looking for

somebody named suicide.

I can tell you

where he is, baby,

but it's gonna cost you

ten presidents.

You know him?

Mm-hmm.

Yeah?

Mm-hmm.

Okay.

No drugs.

No drugs.

You're close,

real close.

Stupid.

You tried to Jack

the wrong nigga!

I'll kill you! I'll kill you!

Give me my shoes!

What?

What you looking at, huh?

What?

Guy's violent.

Bet he wasn't carrying

a 34-inch baseball bat

when you had him

in your dream.

I know,

and he chased you

down the street.

That's right.

Hi, I'm Debbie.

What's your name?

Killer.

Hi, killer,

nice to meet you.

You talked to killer.

That's saying something.

Let me understand.

So that's killer.

The guy who tried to kill me

is suicide?

Yeah,

we got all kinds here.

What about him?

Well, as you know,

he can be dangerous.

That qualify you

for hazard pay?

Me?

Yeah.

I don't get paid.

I came in the same doors

they did.

I'm one of them.

I live here.

I used to be the executive chef

of a large hotel chain.

I had a wife.

Great home.

One day I got a call

that my son had been hit

by a drunk driver.

He was dead

before the ambulance arrived.

And my wife--

well, she just

couldn't take it.

She ended up

in a mental hospital.

Meanwhile,

i numbed my pain with liquor

and a double dose of drugs.

Sorry, Jim.

Ah, don't be.

It led me here.

Hi.

I'm Debbie.

And that's my husband,

Ron, back there,

and this is our son, Carson.

What's your name?

It's Clara, ma'am.

It's a really pretty name.

Hey, be sure

to stop by our beauty shop area

after you're done eating.

We're gonna give makeovers

to all the ladies.

Thank you, ma'am.

I will.

I hope you will.

It's... one per customer.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes