The Last Detail Page #2

They really stuck it to you, kid.

Stick it in and break it off.

Up your gigi with a wah-wah brush...

...stick it in and break it off.

Leave the kid alone.

I ain't bothering him.

Am I bothering you?

- No, sir.

- I ain't bothering him.

Just trying to be helpful.

So tell me,

how are you going to help him?

I want to ask you a few questions.

You don't have to answer,

but maybe I can help.

Come on!

Now, before this polio thing,

did you have a record?

No. Well, not with the Navy.

I got in trouble a couple of times

with the cops before I enlisted.

I see.

Was it in the nature

of a serious offense?

For example, was it in the nature

of a felony or a misdemeanor?

Well, it was in the nature

of shoplifting.

But I never was in jail,

if that's what you mean.

You know, Meadows...

...this eight years, it ain't

necessarily eight years.

- It isn't?

- No, it isn't.

They're going to knock two years off

for good behavior.

So that's six years right there.

Really?

That's something.

Ain't it?

At least we got a long train ride.

Man, I sure love trains!

It beats the sh*t out of sitting up

in Sh*t City, don't it?

Man, he didn't have those with him.

No, he didn't.

Why don't you take your coat off...?

Goddamn it! Halt, Meadows!

Halt!

I got him! All right, I got him!

You f***ing a**hole!

Let me go!

I got him!

I got him! I got him!

All right!

Don't you f***ing move!

Sit down.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry...

...for stealing the money.

I swear I didn't want it.

I'm always stealing junk I don't need.

It's all right.

It's all right, Meadows.

Come on. Be a man.

Quart bottles of hair tonic,

model cars...

I couldn't even build a model car.

Just crap...

...you know?

I had money on the books.

You can ask anybody.

But it's gone now...

...because I got forfeiture on pay

and everything...

But I had money.

It's okay, man.

- It's okay.

- It's not okay.

The kid's crazy.

Yeah, he ought to see

a f***ing psychiatrist.

What about now, man?

We got a nut on our hands right now.

You know what I mean?

We ought to take him off the train

at Washington...

...walk him around a bit

till he gets cooled off.

He's a f***ing mess.

Well, the last train

don't take off till 10:30.

Plenty of time for some good chow.

What do you want to eat, Meadows?

I don't know.

- What do you think?

- Looks good.

A little crowded.

What do you think, Meadows?

It's fine.

Think they'll melt the cheese on the

burgers? I like the cheese melted.

Do you see a booth in there, Mule?

It's a little crowded.

- F*** the crowd. I'm hungry.

- Me too.

Maybe the next place, huh?

We're going to miss our train!

Who gives a sh*t?

So we miss the train.

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