Boys Don't Cry Page #5
Come on. Come on. Little bit.
Four years ago, you wouldn't have thought
he could take care of himself, let alone a kid.
Sh*t, four years ago you wouldn't
have been able to talk to him.
Prison?
And her mother! Jesus Christ!
And this one...
- This one kept that boy's spirit alive.
- Mom, just forget about that.
The little bastard pissed on me!
She hasn't had the proper trainin'!
- Your mother's an a**hole, you know that?
- John, she had an accident.
It's OK, sweetie. It's not your fault.
Havin' fun?
Yeah.
- What do you think of my mom? Weird, huh?
- No, I like her.
I think she's funny.
- Are you for real?
- Excuse me. Am I interruptin' somethin'?
Take a picture of me and my daughter.
Lana's dad gave us that.
- I don't feel like havin' my picture taken.
- Come on, honey. Just one.
Come on, son.
Well... refill time.
Bring it in when you're ready, OK?
Here, look. It's not bad, huh?
What?
- No.
- Why not? You're beautiful.
Come over here.
I had a dream about you last night.
You did? What happened?
Come on, tell me the dream.
Someone walked me home
last night. I think it was you.
No fair!
Lana! It's time to go to work!
John, you're too f***ed up.
Why don't you let Brandon drive?
Hey. Here you go, little buddy.
You all right?
Tom!
Nice car.
Why don't you turn down your radio?
Yeah, totally.
- What the f*** are you lookin' at?
- Wall people.
- What the f*** did you say?
- Wall people.
Let me outta this f***in' car!
Bite me, you f***in' fudgepacker!
- Eat me.
- F*** you!
- Go after 'em!
- Step on it!
Go! Come on, go!
Come on, p*ssy. Go faster, you cocksucker.
Come on, Brandon! Go!
Go, Brandon!
Oh, no, it's the man!
F***! It's the piggers!
Come on, these cops are onto us.
What the f***...?
Don't stop, don't stop. Go faster.
- Brandon...
- Go faster.
Brandon, stop.
That's it, that's it.
They ain't got no f***in' balls.
When you hit the gravel, drop to 40.
I can't see.
That's OK. Neither can he. You're flyin'.
Take it out.
Get off me, dick. I wasn't doin' anythin'.
Goin' awful fast back there, Mr Brayman.
- Tell me what you're doin' in Falls City.
- Just visitin', sir.
Yeah? Where are you stayin'?
He's stayin' with me.
I can't run a check on this.
Our computers are down.
But I could run you all in right now.
They ain't got anythin' to do with it.
I got a little carried away back there.
- We don't got anythin' like this in Lincoln.
- A dustless highway?
Only one in Nebraska.
That's a hundred-foot drop.
- I won't lock you up, but you get a ticket.
- OK.
Those are residential streets
back there, so you slow down.
- Do you read me, Mr Brayman?
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