Mojave

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You know, people talk as

if it's all suddenly just this,

but you gotta remember

that I've been famous

in one way or another

since I was 19,

and you get tired.

You wanna be like Byron

and you wanna go to Greece,

you wanna run guns in Africa.

When you get what you want...

What do you want?

Apparently,

you've broken your phone again.

You do have a family.

Do you care?

Buddy,

there's your usual off radar

and then there's off radar.

If you're dead,

will you let me know?

I'm getting a lot of calls.

If there's something going on,

you have to tell me.

We are coming.

Hey, you forgot your change.

Come on.

Come on!

Come on! Come on!

What are you waiting for?!

Come on!

Good.

Hello, the camp.

If your problems the rifle,

well, I definitely understand that.

I'd kill for some milk.

Who are you?

The great questions,

brother, the essentials.

Where are you from?

Where you going?

Who are you?

- No one in particular.

- Anybody in general?

That's the crux of it, brother.

You're not a talker-

I like that.

You know, you meet people out here

and they just...

well, they tell you what they

want you to think they are,

which is bad enough,

or what they really think they are,

which is worse.

Where they think they're from,

where they think they're going,

or... where they meant to go.

I mean, you meet a guy,

and he tells you...

"I have a child.

I have a beautiful home."

And he tells you that, right?

And maybe he believes it's true,

but I think,

in what sense

does he have a house and child?

I mean, these basics.

Bank has a house.

Wife has a child.

You see if she doesn't.

Bank has a house, brother.

You pay the bank,

don't pay your taxes,

you see who owns your house.

You rent it from the government.

So this happened to you?

Oh, man,

nothings that easy, brother.

No, no, nothings that easy.

That's Ahab's leg, brother.

That's some story conference sh*t.

Mars a fine work of ambiguity.

You know, I'd believe

Ahab if he had two legs

and wanted the whale

for reasons he couldn't explain,

but the whole... missing leg

as motivation, man, that's...

it's like the executive's wife

thought of that sh*t.

- You know something about that'?

- No.

I'm into motiveless malignity.

I'm a Shakespeare man.

Well, congratulations.

Let's talk about the desert.

Talk about what you want to.

Jesus came out here.

The desert.

Not this one. Another one.

"Kiln of religions, the desert.

T.E. Lawrence said that.

Look at where the world

is because of solitary dudes

going mental in the desert.

Jesus came out,

had an existential

conversation with himself.

Famously, you know.

"Here I am. I'm apparently Jesus.

Is it worth it

to be what I am?"

To be or not to be.

Oh, it always comes down

to that, doesn't it?

To be or not to be.

And where else to think about it

but where there's...

nothing?

In Jesus' case...

he had a conversation

with an aspect of himself

that, for argument's sake,

we'll call the devil.

"You can have the world,"

the devil said.

"King of the world.

Or you can do some good.

Useless personally until the future,

definitely involving

a Roman execution,

which is gonna f***ing hurt."

That's what he thought about

in the desert.

Which brings us to what are you

thinking about in the desert?

I'm thinking some guy with a gun

who doesn't like the government

just walked in

pretending to be the devil.

- You like the government?

- No.

- You wanna sell your soul?

- What do you got?

Women, money, fame?

Oh, I've got poverty and obscurity,

brother, if you want that.

Yeah, I've got plenty of that.

I have a surplus, brother.

What do you do out here?

I fall upon travelers.

People come out to the desert,

they gel fallen upon by thieves.

It's very traditional.

In fact, ifs most of the Bible.

That and war.

I'm only f***ing

with your head, man.

No, I'm only trying it on.

It's just ideas.

It's just conversation.

I tend towards the fantastical.

Should I thank you for the coffee

and get my rifle and go?

Well, I'm gonna thank you for my coffee

and get my rifle and go.

If I wanted to kill you, brother,

I would have laid out there

and shot you by your fire.

Well, then you couldn't have

pretended to be the devil.

Okay-

We have a situation.

I understand it.

I appreciate it.

I'll give you the cartridges.

You keep them.

I'll take the rifle.

No.

Well...

in that case.

The desert's no place

to be cut, brother.

You walked into the wrong

f***ing camp, brother.

Brother, is it too late

to say you got it wrong?

F***.

Whoops!

You're f***ed, brother!

You're f***ed!

Seven.

Never been out here.

Me neither.

Game on, brother.

Game on.

Yeah, I wouldn't have

picked me up either.

Client number one.

What happens in court

is a story.

It isn't what's true.

What prevails in court is whichever

of two fictional narratives

makes the most material sense

to the lowest common denominator.

I'm not really asking.

I already know.

Are there any other

rhetorical questions

you need for me to answer?

All I'm saying is if something

was too complicated to explain,

you would advise not explaining it?

Absolutely.

I'll call you later.

Hey, urn, would you like

some coffee?

I wrecked the truck.

Have somebody get it.

It's in the desert.

Coordinates are on the back.

Welcome back, sir.

How's the new house?

I know you're busy, but have you

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