A Country Called Home Page #4

(CHUCKLES)

(CLICKS TONGUE) Uh...

Well, I know you wouldn't carry them around with you,

but at home, I was wondering if you had any.

ELLIE:
The thing is um,

when Amanda mentioned you,

yesterday, that was the first time I knew

that you were even alive.

I, um...

TOMMY:
Daddy!

Uh, I'll... I'll be right back.

TOMMY:
Daddy!

Hey, little man.

-How are you? -Good.

-Where are you going, Daddy? -I gotta go to work.

-TOMMY:
May I please go? -AMANDA: No, no, Daddy's gotta work.

We just picked up some food before Jack takes the truck.

JACK:
Yeah, somebody's gotta work around here.

-What is that supposed to mean? -He's cranky in the morning.

Well, he wasn't much nicer last night.

Well, we keep, uh, sneaking up on you, don't we?

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

Oh.

Oh, it is so good to finally meet you.

ELLIE:
You too.

I've thought about hugging you and your brother for so many years.

Hopefully, this is "hello" instead of "goodbye."

And don't worry, we don't have that many years left to bother you.

Oh, Bruce, will you be quiet?

(CHUCKLES)

-Bye. -AMANDA:
Come on, hon.

I let you sleep in, but now, we gotta shake a leg.

See you got your parking skills from your daddy.

AMANDA:
Can you talk to the undertaker when we get there?

ELLIE:
Why?

Oh, I just don't like those kind of folks.

And I don't know what kind of coffin to get and...

Yeah, I can talk to 'em.

(SIGHS) Oh, I just don't know what to do.

I said I'd talk to him, it's really not a problem.

It's just that I think your daddy really did want to be cremated.

But everyone says a body's got to be buried to be at peace.

And I don't know if that's true,

but it sure did make me feel bad.

Well, you shouldn't.

Mmm.

I tell ya, it's like my head is splittin' in two.

I just don't know how I can face today.

(SIGHS) I used to rely on Mark to make these kind of decisions.

And when he couldn't, 'cause he was too drunk, Jack would.

He's been in such a mood lately.

Ever since Mark and I moved in with him

he's been... Mmm!

(SIGHS) It's all just too much.

Why don't we just finish up eating

and you can go home, get a little more sleep

and I can take care of all of this?

You will? You'd do that?

Oh, I tell ya, that's a huge load off my mind.

And anyway, he is your daddy.

-That's right. -Mmm.

I'm gonna go ahead, have him cremated and then I'm gonna go back home.

Good, 'cause I think that's what he really wanted.

I mean that, or for us to bury him in the backyard.

And I think that's illegal.

We just rent that house.

Did he have a... A favorite place?

You know, I always saw him crossing the train tracks in his car.

He'd just stop. Right on the tracks.

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