Burn Country Page #2
Huh? Huh?
Whoa! Whoa!
Oh, now she's a penitent!
some weak-ass sub-ninja sh*t
with a kitchen knife,
and now look at her.
Lindsay, would you just
calm down.
F*** that.
Osman, could you please
get back to the car?
Yeah, I can take care of myself, mama!
Please, I asked you to stay...
Hey!
Calm down now, huh?
Okay, it's me.
Hey! Hey!
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Whoa! Easy!
Take that,
foreign correspondent!
Lindsay, let him go!
Oh, come on, Glor! Come on!
Let him go!
Ah, f*** it!
F*** it!
You okay, mama?
Huh?
You okay? Huh?
He hurt you? Did he hurt you?
Are you okay?
You going to be
all right, Maddie?
Why don't you guys go in
and get some rest, all right?
To the car.
To the car.
- Hey. Mr. reporter man.
- Don't turn back.
Just walk. Just walk. If you report
any of this, I will kill you.
Come on, come on.
Up, up, up, up, up.
All right, all right.
Let's see, what do we got here?
Let me see.
Back home, if she had brothers,
they would go
to his house tomorrow
and they would put him
in the ground.
Nah, Lindsay's not bad
when he's not high.
And when he is,
he's a truly impressive magnet
for heartache and trouble.
The man can build
a damn fine hot tub.
Finds all the wood himself.
Yes, well, I don't think it is
talent to find wood in the forest.
He'll apologize to you.
Hey, Osman.
What?
I like you.
I wasn't sure at first.
But it's nice to see you angry.
Hey, no heroics in the future.
We can take care of ourselves.
Good night.
Police blotter?
That f***er.
I'm not complaining.
I'm just... Deferent
as hell when I called.
"Yeah, sure, Gabe.
Anything you need.
"Your piece in the times
magazine tore my heart out."
I'll bet he didn't even read it.
Oh, he read it.
It tore his heart out. He wanted very
much to make sure that I was okay.
You going to go crazy
over there, man?
Look, I got a few friends
in New York that can...
No, Gabe.
I'm not going to go crazy.
Not if... Not if you
have something to do.
Not if I have something to do.
The market, airport road.
Osman, I got to go.
Your understudy's
giving me the eye.
Yeah, I think, uh...
I think your mother
wants to talk to you.
I'd rather not, buddy.
It's easier not dealing with her fretting
over me, if you know what I mean.
Look, stay strong. You're a badass, man.
You're a fixer, huh?
California can't possibly
defeat you, huh?
Own it, brother. You know?
You hear what I'm saying?
Own it.
Gabe?
He had to go to work.
I'm going to go get
some cigarettes.
Can I get you anything?
Where is he?
I haven't heard
from him since...
It's a mile-and-a-half
away.
Hello.
May I help you?
Yes, a pack of reds, please.
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