Black Cadillac Page #6

What would call it?

- Holy raiment.

Yeah, okay.

Look, all I'm saying

is my brother's never

lost at anything.

Anything.

We call it The Streak.

You want to take a right

up here on Cedar, Scott.

( Cadillac engine

rumbles )

I think those guys

are back.

Who?

( Cadillac engine revs )

They sure are friendly.

Scott:

What the hell's the deal

with this clown?

These guys friends

of yours?

Charlie, are they acting

like friends of ours?

C.J.:

You should've

slammed on your brakes,

- taught those

f***ers a lesson.

- That's nice language, son.

The language

comes with the face.

- Know what I'm saying?

- Sure do.

This is what comes

from the hunt.

You must have some issues

your own self, my friend.

I don't have issues.

- I don't sit

on things that long.

- How'd you get yours?

Me and my brother

were deer hunters,

but we don't use guns;

Bow and arrow,

in the name

of the sport.

Chuckles, how manly.

I hit this deer--

one shot, clean through

the heart.

I go to gut it,

but the buck has

life in him yet.

He swings his antler,

and the damned point

cuts me right here

and just goes--

whack!

I knew what

the old buck was thinking--

"heart for a heart."

That's the way

of things, isn't it?

- Yours?

- I got this Uncle Jimmy--

tripwire vet.

Crazy dude--

'Nam zombie.

Takes me trout-fishing

by moonlight.

He says

that's the best time.

What the hell

do I know?

So, dumb ass that I am,

standing too close,

Uncle Jimmy casts

and hooks me.

Freaked and pulled away

leaving half my face

on the line.

And that's the story

of me and Uncle Jimmy.

I call it "When You Wish

Upon a Scar."

The thing about a scar--

you shouldn't try

to hide it.

You know, wear it

like a badge.

That way, it takes on

a kind of beauty.

Chicks dig scars.

You find that

to be the case, C.J.?

- I'm gonna miss

you, Chuckster.

- ( laughs )

But I can't say when.

What the hell

are they doing?

Charlie, maybe you should

do something, being a cop

and all?

Oh man. I'm off-duty

and way too tired to deal

with jokers like this.

Just go around 'em.

Scott:

Well, so long, Caddy.

Have a nice life.

( engine rattling )

( softly )

Sh*t.

( engine revs )

- What do they want?

- What do you think

they want--

they want to drag.

You gonna give them

what they want?

( snorts )

With you in the car?

I think I'd like

to keep my license.

I told you,

I'm off-duty.

If it was me,

I'd kick their asses.

- ( Cadillac engine revs )

- You do what you want.

Come on, go for it.

Oh sh*t.

Jeep.

Jeep!

Very nice.

Hey, you want

me to drive, huh?

( tires screech )

- Why are we following them?

- I'm not following,

I'm losing.

Holy sh*t!

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