Michael - Down Came the Rain
B: Is it true that I killed my mother?
(Harshly:) What?
B: Can I have some?
(Laughs:) No.
B: I fell in the mud. I slipped and you weren't there. I called for you. You just kept running.
(Yelling:) I said I didn't hear you!
B: How far is the city?
About eighty miles.
B: Please?
All right. Here. Try it.
B: Yes.
All right. Now, would you like some supper?
B: It's stuck, brother.
For Christ's sake--
B: Bor-nnnn. How old were you?
Four.
B: Pizza!
Fresh out. How about a sandwich.
B: Michael? Don't leave me.
HEY-YA BRUCIE!
B: Daddy would tie them for me.
He would not!
Brucie sniffles.
Here. Wipe your nose. Now, did you hurt yourself when you fell in the mud?
B: Because of my problems...
Hey. You never counted your leaves. Why don't you go get them and count them.
B: Okay. And I didn't kill her?
NO!
B: Why don't you cook something?
Naw...
B: What?
Never mind. Promise me you'll never listen to Peter again, okay?
B: Will you do it for me?
No I won't. You know how to tie your shoes.
B: When's Daddy going to be back?
Tomorrow.
B: No. How sick was she?
Very sick. I- I don't remember.
B: You sound just like Daddy.
What do you want for dinner?
B: Orange juice. What's that?
What is it?
B: I called, brother Michael. I called just like you said. You just ran away.
What's the matter, Brucie? Did you get lost?
B: Brother Michael, you know what else I saw on a tree today?
What. What else did you see.
B: Brother Michael, how far back can you remember?
What?
Brucie giggles.
What?
B: Aunt Trudy.
When did she tell you that?
B: Did I kill--?
Who told you that?
B: What did she look like?
Who?
B: You do too!
Why do you think I hate you?
B: I don't know.
Why don't you come out here and count them?
B: Can I have some orange juice?
Yeah. Here's your sandwich.
B: Sick?
Yeah...
B: No.
Are you sure?
Brucie grumbles.
Aw, come-on, Brucie. I was only having a little fun. What are you so godd4mn mad about? I let you try it, didn't I? Dad wouldn't have let you.
B: Borned?
Born.
B: How old were you when I was borned?
Born.
B: You said you didn't know!
Brucie, I'm not going to tell you again. Tie your shoes.
B: But Aunty Trudy said that she died when I was borned and Peter told me that I killed her.
Brucie, you didn't kill her. Peter made a mistake.
B: Daddy would know.
Brucie...
B: I forgot.
Brucie...
Brucie screams.
Brucie? You okay? What's the matter?
B: I called. You turned and saw me. You just kept running.
Did you fall?
B: How sick?
Do you want anything else to eat?
B: You're so strong, Mickey. I bet there isn't anybody as strong as you.
Don't just stand there. Go on in and change.
B: How old are you now?
Eighteen.
Brucie exits.
How many different leaves did you find?
B: And how old am I?
How old are you?
B: NO! I mean, what time?
How should I know?
(Brucie looks down and laughs.)
Hurry up. And put on a jacket. It's getting cold.
B: It was really big. As big as a house, I bet...
I bet...
B: I called. You just kept running.
I didn't hear you.
B: Did you take a picture of it?
I didn't see it.
B: Brother Michael...? Brother Michael, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I made you hate me.
I do not hate you.
B: Yes you are. You yell at me. You hate me.
I do not hate you.
B: How far is that?
I don't know, Brucie. Your shoes are untied.
B: What kind of bird what it?
I don't know.
B: How far back can you remember.
I don't remember.
B: Our mother.
I don't remember.
B: When will he be back?
I just told you. He'll be back--
B: I fell in the mud. I called you. You just kept running.
I never ran once. It isn't my fault you can't keep up.
B: Daddy always does.
I'm not Daddy.
B: How far is that?
I'm not going to tell you until they're tied.
B: Then why are you mad at me all the time?
I'm not mad at you all the time.
B: You yelled at me.
I'm sorry I yelled at you.
B: Michael...!
I'm sorry. Here. Blow your nose.
Brucie turns away.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry I didn't come back. Are you hurt?
B: MICHAEL STOP LAUGHING AT ME!
I'm sorry; Brucie. It's just that if you could have seen your face...!
B: Is it good?
It's great.
B: I did! I can't get it off. Help me.
Jesus, Brucie. Can't you do anything on your own?
B: Uh huh.
Mama was sick. Very sick.
B: If you did see it, would you take a picture of it?
Maybe.
B: Am I sick too?
Maybe... No! That's not the type of sickness I'm talking about. Are you finished eating?
B: Can I listen to what Aunt Trudy tells me?
Maybe... That b!tch...
B: I saw a big black bird on our walk today. Did you see it?
No.
B: Did Aunt Trudy lie to me too?
No. But you didn't kill her. Peter is a bad boy Brucie, and I don't want you to listen to anything that he tells you anymore, all right?
B: I will...
Now.
B: That was funny. Sing me the song.
Oh no. I don't feel like it right now.
B: I guess so.
Okay. Go into the tent and put on another pair of pants.
B: One more sleep?
One more sleep.
B: But Aunt Trudy said I did. And so did Peter...
Peter told you that too?
B: Is Daddy far from here?
Pretty far.
B: Okay. Brother Michael, I can't get my shoe off.
Pull harder.
B: Thanks.
Put on your shoes.
B: Beer.
Right.
B: Fourteen.
Right.
B: How did she die?
She was sick.
B: Daddy told you to watch me.
So what? You called. You know your way back to camp.
B: Is that what Daddy drinks?
Sometimes.
B: Again?
Sorry...
B: Ants. Trillion and Trillions of ants?
That many, huh?
B: These are okay...
Those are wet. You'll catch cold. Go on.
B: I know.
Tie them.
B: Where did Daddy go?
To the city. Tie your shoes.
B: And she died when I was bor-nnnn?
Yes.
B: He did?
Yes. He lied.
B: Is that far?
Yes. What would you like to drink?
B: Because I killed my mother?
You didn't kill her.
B: Yeah. What kind of sick am I?
You're not SICK! Forget it, Brucie.
B: I'm telling Daddy!
You're telling him what? Sh!t... Well you can just take care of yourself from now on you immature little b4stard! I HAVE HAD IT!
B: What?
Your fly. Zip it up.