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I'm going... I'm going.
Would you settle for a PG13 relationship?
What's that?
Oh Billy... Please... God...
I heard screaming. The door was locked. Are you okay...
He's here. He's trying to kill me...
Jesus, SHIT!
Hey, hey, it's just me.
No... I don't... it's just... Oh God, Billy, someone was there, someone tried to kill me.
The police say I scared him off. It wasn't me, Sid.
I know. He called again last night at Tatum's house.
See, it couldn't have been me. I was in jail, remember?
I'm so sorry... please understand.
Understand what? That I got a girlfriend who would rather accuse me of being a psychopathic killer than touch me.
You know that's not true.
Then what is it? Is there somebody else?
No...
Is it the sex thing? Am I being too pushy?
No, it's me, Billy. I need time. I'm still adjusting to my mom.
It's been a year since she died.
Tomorrow. One year tomorrow.
When are you gonna let that go, Sid? When my mom left my dad I just accepted it. This is the way it is. She's not coming back.
Your parents split up. It's not the same thing. Your mom left town, she's not in a coffin somewhere.
You have to move on, Sid.
Subtlety, Stu. Look it up.
It's okay. We need to talk.
So...
So... I'm sorry. I've been a selfish shit and I'm sorry.
No, Billy. I'm the one who's been selfish and selfabsorbed with all of my post traumatic stress.
You lost your mom...
But you're right enough is enough. I can't wallow in the grief process forever and I can't keep lying to myself about who my mom was.
I think in some weird analytical, psychological bullshit way I'm scared I'm gonna turn out just like her, you know? Like the bad seed or something...
Oh Sidney...
Everytime I get close to you I see my mom. I know it doesn't make sense.
Sure it does. It's like Jodie Foster in SILENCE OF THE LAMBS when she kept having flashbacks of her dead father.
But this is life. This isn't a movie.
Sure it is, Sid. It's all a movie. Life's one great big movie. Only you can't pick your genre.
I wanna let go. I do...
Ssshh... everything's gonna be okay. I promise.
Sshh... it's okay.
Or even a good porno.
What?
You heard me.
Are you serious?
Yeah... I think so.
Who did you call?
What?
When you're arrested you're allowed one phone call? Who did you call?
I called my dad.
No, Sheriff Burke called your dad. I saw him.
Yeah... and when I called no one answered.
Uhhuh.
You don't still think it was me?
No, but if it were you, that would have been a very clever way to throw me off track. Using your one phone call to call me so I wouldn't think it was you.
I thought you were...
I'm alright. Gotta... get... help.
NO! Don't believe him.
It's okay. Give me the gun.
It's called GUESS HOW I'M GOING TO DIE!
Fuck you.
We already played that game. You lost, remember?
Why did you kill my mother?
Why? WHY? Did you hear that, Stu? I think she wants a motive. Hmmm... I don't really believe in motives, Sid. I mean, did Norman Bates have a motive?
I don't understand...
We did your mom a favor, Sid. The woman was a slut bag whore who flashed her shit all over town like she was Sharon Stone or something.
Jesus... fuck, that hurt.
Stop it!
Got the ending figured out yet? Time's running out.
Hello?
Are you alone in the house?
You bitch where the fuck are you?
Not so fast. We're gonna play a little game. It's called GUESS WHO JUST CALLED THE POLICE AND REPORTED YOUR SORRY MOTHERFUCKING ASS?
I'm gonna rip you up bitch. Just like your slut whore mother.
Gotta find me first, you pansyassed Mama's boy.
Thank you, Hank. We're on it. What were you doing out at Sidney's tonight?
I just wanted to see her, that's all.
You rode your bike out there?
Yes, sir.
And last night? Sidney said you crawled through her window last night too?
Did you ride past Casey Becker's house?
No, I didn't. I didn't kill anyone, Sheriff.
We're gonna have to keep you, Billy. The governor's got SBI, FBI, and god knows who else on their way down here.
What? She asked.
It's called tact, you fuckrag.
Sorry.
I didn't kill anybody.
No one's saying you did.
Owwww...
You open your mouth and stupidity pours out.
Sorry.
How'd you do?
Piece of cake. She'll be there.
Thanks, butt wart. You did good.
So you gonna try and make up with Sid?
Duh... that's quick.
I was just asking. Why are you always at me?
Because I'm trying to build your selfesteem. You're far too sensitive.
Oh...
You ready to party hard tonight?
You know it.