The Lookout

It only happens

once a year, and then they die.

It's like a mating ritual or something.

Isn't that romantic?

Yeah. Yeah, it is.

- Chris!

- Dude, what the f***?

- That's so not cool.

- God! You scared me.

- Sorry.

- What happened?

- Sh*t. They're gone.

- You hit a deer or something?

- They're usually right here.

- Sit down.

- The party's that way.

- The party's this way.

- Danny.

- Come on, it's prom night.

Whoo!

Yeah!

Class of '03, kiss my ass!

Now look.

My God. They're so beautiful.

Look, look. You can grab the light.

- Jesus!

- It's not funny.

- You can turn the lights back on.

- Come on.

- They were so beautiful.

- Told you, right?

- Please. You're freaking me out.

- There's more up there.

- Now!

- Hang on.

- Turn on the goddamn lights!

- Chris...

All right.

I wake up.

Turn off the alarm.

I look outside

so that I know what to wear.

I take a shower...

... with soap.

And then I shave.

Sometimes I cry for no reason.

But I'm getting a handle on it.

I wake up.

I get dressed.

I take my meds.

When Lewis is gone,

I make the coffee, which can be tricky.

I eat breakfast,

but I don't read the paper.

It confuses me, which makes me mad.

I wake up.

I put on my coat and go to class.

I wake up.

Ten more seconds.

We're just doing one day, OK?

No big deal.

And time.

It's OK, chief. It's not a test.

- Hey.

- Hey.

That's a nice hug.

Want anything?

Hi.

- What are you having?

- Hot chocolate.

- I'll have that. Thanks.

- OK.

- Any problems this week?

- Nope.

Swearing? Crying?

- Sequencing or memory issues?

- No.

Taking your meds?

- So all's good.

- Why? What's Lewis say?

You're the only one who can talk about

what's going on with you.

Well, in that case, I'm great.

There you go.

- Careful. It's hot.

- I know.

Have you spoken to Mr. Tuttle yet?

- No. I will.

- When?

- You were a model before.

- Chris...

I was just wondering how you go from

being a model to being a case manager.

After my head injury I realized there

were more people in the world than me.

Wanna go to a movie with me sometime?

- I don't think that's a good idea.

- Come on. It's just a movie.

We should talk about the women

in your life.

- You mean besides you?

- Yeah. Is there anybody?

Think you should do something

about that?

I think about f***ing you all the time.

I don't think they heard that

over by the door.

- I didn't mean it like that. I meant...

- I know what you meant.

Would you have said that

before your injury?

So now you're gonna bring up

the frontal lobe bullshit?

Disinhibition. That might be getting

in the way of your meeting someone.

Asking a stranger for sex isn't

the best way to start a relationship.

- Not a good one.

- You're not a stranger.

- I have a relationship with you.

- I'm paid to work with you.

- Why are you here?

- You tell me.

I know why I'm here.

I'm here to help you get what you want.

What you really want.

But you've gotta know

what that is first.

I just wanna be who I was.

Hey, kid, your mom called

to remind you about Thanksgiving.

I told her you had a hooker in your room

but that I'd be sure

to pass on the message.

OK, so the menu for tonight

is spaghetti amatriciana.

That's that pasta that's got

the bacon in it that you like.

The tomatoes are on the counter, so

open up the cans and put them in a pot.

Garlic press, a**hole.

F***!

Hello, 1-800-Flowers.

Ma'am, if I can send them to my own

mother, anyone can send them to anybody.

And it just so happens to be

our featured special. Uh-huh.

Let's see. It's got roses and lilies

and snapdragons and fuji mums.

Australiums, which smell awesome,

unlike tulips, which don't smell at all.

Lewis, I can't find

the motherfucking can opener!

They should last

about a week or two. That's right.

Terrific. And your name?

Kathy. Is that with a C or a K?

K. Kathy with a K.

That's a beautiful name, Kathy.

Chris?

I don't smell dinner.

Chris?

I'm sorry, Lewis.

- Feel better?

- Yeah, thanks.

Chop some lettuce, cucumber, whatever

else you might want for your salad.

- Let's talk about your afternoon.

- We had to write again.

Oh, yeah? Let me guess.

Topic A, "Why am I all f***ed up?"

Or topic B,

"Living with being all f***ed up."

Reggie had us list a typical day,

and I kept getting stuck on "I wake up."

- I couldn't think of just a list.

- Well, don't think of it as a list.

Think of it as a story instead.

A story like what?

Like, you know,

"Once upon a time I woke up,

took a piss, beat off in the shower..."

- How is that gonna help me?

- I don't know.

Stories are what help us

make sense of the world.

- I can't tell stories.

- Use one you already know.

OK. How about War and f***ing Peace?

That's a story.

I'd start a little simpler, though.

How about Goldilocks

and the Three f***ing Bears?

Where's the cucumber?

- Come on. Let's hear it.

- You want me to tell you Goldilocks?

Entertain me.

OK. Once upon a time, there was

a little girl named Goldilocks.

- And then?

- And then...

I don't know, man.

She got eaten by a wolf.

F***ing hit by a truck. This is stupid.

Start at the end. Can't tell a story

if you don't know where it's going.

And lose the wolf.

That's Little Red Riding Hood.

The three bears find Goldilocks

asleep in their beds.

And then, um, she takes off.

Exactly. All right, now, that's the end.

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