Booker:I can do this all day.
Booker:All week.
Booker:All month.
Booker:I have nothing but time.
Macie:Are you fucking kidding me?
Booker:Hi, baby.
Macie:What the hell do you want, Booker?
Booker:I wanted to talk to you.
Macie:Yeah, well, I don’t want to talk to you.
Booker:I know. I know you don’t want anything to do with me. But I had a really bad day and I just… It made me think of you.
Macie:You had a bad day, and it made you think of me? How fucking sweet. After four years, that’s what made you finally reach out to me? You are such an asshole.
Booker:Four years, three months, and five days. But who’s counting?
Macie:You left without telling anyone, without saying good-bye. Up and joined the Marines with no explanation. And now suddenly you need me because you had a shitty day? How selfish can one person be?
Booker:You have every right to be angry with me.
Macie:I’ve moved so far past angry, I can’t even see it.
Booker:What’s worse than anger?
Macie:Indifference. Bye, Booker.
Macie + McCall
Macie:Your dickhead of a cousin texted me in the middle of the night. Actually, he texted me several days in a row like a psycho.
McCall:I don’t really know how to respond to that. Did you talk to him?
Macie:No. Basically, I told him to fuck off.
McCall:That’s fair, and I’m sure exactly what he expected to happen. He knows you.
Macie:He said he had a shitty day and he wanted to hear from me.
McCall:Did he happen to tell you about his shitty day?
Macie:No. I didn’t ask.
McCall:Okay.
Macie:Okay? That’s it? Why, all of a sudden, do I feel like there’s something I’m missing?
McCall:Uh, because I was purposefully vague and intriguing to draw you in?
Macie:What’s going on, McCall?
McCall:Booker was in an accident. He woke up a couple days ago, and he’s laid up in a hospital somewhere in the Middle East. His mom is flying there now. They’ll only let immediate family in.