Jacknife Page #3

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- He's up front. | - This way?

Oh, yeah. No, I got no | problem with that. Oh, no.

Hold on a second.

Be on time tomorrow.

Hey, Davey! Davey!

- How you doing? | - I suck.

Let's go grab a beer.

- Look, look, Megs... | - Since when ain't you thirsty?

Since when ain't you thirsty?

- What you doing here? | - I thought I'd see how you'd doing.

I got my car, I just came over. | It's just about to fall apart.

So then she, she moved to Florida.

I don't know. She thought | Connecticut was too cold.

Maybe too many bad memories | of your old man around here, huh?

It must've been tough, Davey. | You come hobbling off the plane...

...and they tell you he's dead. | - Yeah. I was pissed.

It was his gung-ho vet sh*t that | got me to enlist in the first place.

I'd been fantasizing for months | to deck that son-of-a-b*tch.

Yeah, man, I felt cheated.

You're outta here!

You know what I hated? | Waiting.

Knowing it was just a matter of | time till something bad happened.

F***, yeah.

See, Davey, the only way I could | handle it was to get up for it, man.

know what I'm saying?

It was like, like | something set in, you know?

And not just me. | I was like a lot of us, maybe.

I was never there, Megs.

I don't follow that.

It never happened.

It's over and done with. | You understand?

Go, go, go!

Go, go, go!

I got one at ten o'clock! | Dead hot!

- Bobby, please. | - Come on, Dave!

- You got five seconds! | - Come on, Davey!

Get him outta of here!

Bobby, don't, please! No!

No!

- Help me! | - Come on, Davey!

- Got my piece? | - Got it! You okay, Davey?

- Let's go! | - My f***ing leg!

Bobby.

How long you been back?

A month, maybe.

Well, I hooked up with | an old buddy of mine.

A vet?

Trying to give him a hand?

Sh*t, I, I go all I can do | to help me, man.

- You wonder if you'll forget it? | - Every damn day.

I don't know if I wanna think about | this stuff he makes me think about.

It makes me feel good when | my friends come to me.

Makes me feel good to know | I'm not alone. That's important.

To know you're not alone.

People alone... | they just waste away slow.

That's true for all people, | you know, man? Not just vets.

Jake? This...

this guy, he's got a sister.

Tell me about her.

- What time did you get home? | - Don't start.

- Mother called. | - Great.

- How's Florida? | - She wanted to talk to you.

So you could get on the extension | and you could gang up on me?

Forget it.

Have a nice day.

Oh, I forgot. Your friend | left you a number.

- Who? | - Joseph. Megs.

He's not my friend, Martha.

- He wants you to call him. | - He's not my friend.

Quiet, please!

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