ROSIE. You lie. You do it every time you come in here and then I have to put more sugar packets out because you eat them all.
DEREK. I’m not the only liar here. Ricardo says you lie all the time. He says every time you open your big, fat, lazy mouth — you lie.
RICARDO.
DEREK. Make her stop! I didn’t do anything!
ROSIE. He’s eating up all the sugar packets in this place and I am not restocking them.
RICARDO. I’ll handle it.
ROSIE. You’re always sticking up for him. Protecting him like he’s some kind of retard.
RICARDO. I said I’ll handle it. Go in the kitchen and wash up the dishes. We need to get out of here soon.
ROSIE. I am sick and tired of going in to the kitchen.
JUDY.
RICARDO. Judy, wait. The storm is—
DEREK. Rosie hates me.
RICARDO. Rosie hates everyone.
DEREK. I only took the sugar packets because I was hungry.
RICARDO. Derek, did you take your sister’s gun?
DEREK. I don’t wanna talk about that.
RICARDO. She called me. Britney said it was missing. Did you take it?
DEREK. No. It doesn’t matter.
RICARDO. Did you get rid of it?
DEREK. I put her gun away, someplace safe. That way it can’t hurt anyone.
RICARDO. You shouldn’t be here.
DEREK. I didn’t have anywhere else to go. Besides, I promised you—
RICARDO. I know what you promised me. I just didn’t think you were serious.
DEREK. Of course I was serious. Look, look.
RICARDO. You bought tickets?
DEREK. Two of them. One for you and one for—
RICARDO. Where did you get the money for bus tickets?
DEREK. It doesn’t matter. We needed it and I got it. You’re my best friend and we want to leave together and you said all that we needed was money and I got it and I bought the tickets and I’m ready to go now. Tonight at ten-thirty.
RICARDO. Did you sell your mother’s ring?
DEREK.
RICARDO. Damn it, why? Why did you do that?
DEREK. Because I want to go—
RICARDO. No. Derek, we can’t.
DEREK. I sold it and I bought the tickets and I packed a few things. Britney said it was a good thing I had enough sense to leave because she wanted me out. She said the sight of me made her sick. She said I was a filthy, disgusting person and that you and I deserve what we get because we’re in love with each other.
RICARDO.
DEREK.
RICARDO. There’s nothing to tell. Remember that, Derek.
DEREK. They all think we’re best friends, just like you wanted.
RICARDO. We are friends.
DEREK. But what about the other stuff?
RICARDO.
DEREK. But we liked it.
RICARDO. I know. That’s my problem.
DEREK. It wasn’t your fault. I kissed you first.
RICARDO.
DEREK. Yeah, neither have I.
RICARDO.
DEREK. Maybe you aren’t that way with other people, only with me.
RICARDO. Yeah, maybe.
DEREK. Is it true what my sister said?
RICARDO. What do you mean?
DEREK. Are we in love with each other?
RICARDO. Yeah…sure… I just don’t want anything bad to happen to you, Derek. Do you understand that?
DEREK. But I thought—
RICARDO. Rosie thinks you and I are… together.
DEREK. Then maybe she’s the one who told my sister.
RICARDO. Do you think someone saw us, Derek? At the lake that night?
DEREK. I don’t care if they did.
RICARDO. Well, I do. If my family thinks me and you are -
DEREK. Ricardo, I’m hungry. Can you make me something? I spent all my money and I haven’t eaten since yesterday.
RICARDO. I wish you wouldn’t have bought bus tickets. Maybe it’s not too late—
DEREK. For what?
RICARDO. To get your mother’s ring back.
DEREK. But she wanted me to go. She told me so. She said I was special and that I was gonna meet someone else who was just as special and someday I would leave this place. And then, after she died, I met you. And I finally had someone else to talk to. That’s probably why I like you, because you’re nice and you listen to me and I know that’s a tough thing to do because sometimes I don’t make much sense—
RICARDO.
DEREK. When you started working here, everyone was being mean to me and you made them stop. You stuck up for me, Ricardo.
RICARDO. I didn’t do anything special.
DEREK. You did, you did. No one has ever looked out for me like you.
RICARDO. It wasn’t fair…what they were saying and doing to you.
DEREK. Sometimes, it hurts me — all the stuff in my head. I can’t turn it off. I want it to stop. All the thoughts and the words and the little bits and pieces that keep going over and over — it makes me crazy. I really thought I was crazy until I met you. I was very, very lonely and I don’t feel embarrassed about telling you that, because I know you understand me.