Hello, My Name Is Frank

( Music playing )

I never knew hate

( shot rings out )

( Muffled elevated heartbeat )

( Gasping )

Girl:

Frank!

Frank! Frank! Frank!

Please, somebody dial 911.

Man:
Apply pressure

to his shoulder.

Hold on, frank!

Man:
( Narrating )

Well, this is ironic.

What an a**hole I've been.

Used a disability

to hide from the world.

Look at me.

Gasping for my life.

When, during all of my 59 years,

I was already in a box

just waiting to die.

Maybe if I'd just...

( Sighs )

Here you

come along

I take a breath

and remind myself

that I, too, can be strong

thought I was cool

turns out I'm a fool

clearly

you've proved me wrong

I didn't know

what I was missing

when I was alone

and now I'm fruitlessly

waiting for

someone not thinking

before they start rushing

to my door

someone to run not walk

oh, someone to sing not talk

oh, no hesitation at all

sometimes

I need you to be

the one to call

well, I'm lost

in my thoughts

they tumble ahead

over and over again

yeah, it's true

just take a look

at what's been done to me

( vocalizing )

Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm.

Well, you can't stay here.

This is no kind of home

for a teenage girl.

You need to be

with a proper family.

Frank is not

your responsibility.

I appreciate your help,

but we'll be just fine.

What we're trying to say

is we want you

to come live with us,

don't we dear?

( Clears throat )

We... we'll...

Well, we want

to take care of you,

pay for your college,

buy you a car,

give you some fun money.

You wouldn't have to worry

about work or bills.

You could be

young and carefree for once.

Your mama and I were very close.

We went to the same church,

lived on the same block.

We did everything together.

I just want to make sure

you're taken care of.

You don't have to worry

about me.

- Really.

- Well,

you've been taking care

of others for too long.

First your mama

when she was sick

and now frank.

Hello, we haven't met.

No. I'm Louise.

I'm Cathy's cousin.

And this is my husband, Doyle.

B*tch!

( Clears throat )

You must be frank.

Cathy and I have

talked a lot about you

the last couple of months

and about Laura.

I was just talking to Laura

about her future.

Shut up, b*tch.

- It's just a tick.

- Sorry.

Laura's gonna be

all taken care of.

I see.

And what about you, frank?

Do you have somebody new

to take care of you?

- Ah, no.

- Yes.

I... I don't need

a... a new caretaker.

I'm finding him

a new caretaker very soon.

I just hope

you're not expecting Laura

to take care of you?

Oh, no one needs to worry about.

Laura's future or... or mine.

Stupid b*tch!

Ugh, sorry.

Look, um...

I appreciate your offer,

but I can take care

of things myself.

- ( Clanging ) - Frank: (

Screams ) Son of a b*tch!

( Screaming continues )

And what about college?

I'll have him settled

before I go.

Uh-huh.

Doyle, honey, could you get me

some more wine?

- Of course.

- Quite a bit of it.

All right.

( Mixed chatter )

Yeah!

- Frank!

- Yeah!

You will stop it now.

- ( Kids laughing )

- ( Door slams shut )

Oh...

( Yells out )

( Grunting )

Slow down.

I didn't bake that many.

Why? Chocolate makes

everything better.

Yeah, it's chocolate all right.

- Hmm.

- Will you quit eating them?

I made them for Laura.

I shouldn't feel better,

though, should I?

I mean, Laura's mom is dead.

- Hey.

- Oh, my god.

Laura, I'm so sorry.

Oh, my god.

I just said "oh, my god."

Oh, my god.

I can't stop swearing.

- What's the matter with me?

- You're high.

- Calm down.

- ( Laura laughs )

What?

There's pot in the brownies.

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