Boys Don't Cry Page #6

- Absolutely, sir.

Did you see this ID?

That's pretty slick: Charles Brayman.

I let you down. I'm sorry.

Man, don't worry. We'll take you

to the tunnel, chase some bats.

Yeah... it's like the tunnel of love.

God, Candace, would you get a grip?

- Is that your real birthday?

- No. November 10th, '72.

Hey, that's next week. Let's have a party.

21! You're gonna be a man!

Sh*t.

Don't you never pull that sh*t again.

- What?

- You heard. Don't never pull that sh*t again.

You got me stopped by the f***in' cops.

Why... But you're the one

who told me to race after 'em.

I had you in the clear and you f***ed up.

John, it's over. Don't get upset.

I'm not upset.

You almost got us killed.

- I almost got us killed?

- Whoo! Brandon...

- You led us 90mph into a cloud of dust.

- Brandon...

- We were about to go off a 400-foot ravine.

- Sh*t! F***!

- Get outta my goddamn car.

- All right...

Get outta my motherfuckin' car!

- Get outta my goddamn motherfuckin' car!

- Sh*t! Get off me, you sick f***!

Get outta my goddamn motherfuckin'

sh*t-eatin' cocksuckin' car!

Get out!

- Not you.

- F*** you!

Welcome to the psycho ward.

Come on, Kate. He's takin' us to work.

You know, Tom set that fire hisself.

That's my car!

Doctors say he ain't got no impulse control.

I'm the only one who can control that f***er.

Come on. We'll walk you home, Candace.

You ever try this?

Tom, did you set your own

family's house on fire?

What about this?

You ever do this?

What the f***, Tom?

Some people punch holes in walls.

This... helps snap me back into reality.

Gets a control of this thing inside of me,

so I don't... lash out at someone.

Me and John used to do it

to ourselves all the time in lockup.

I could always go deeper than him.

He was such a wuss.

Try it.

I guess I am a p*ssy, compared to you.

I'm just jokin' with you, man.

F***!

F***!

Brandon... hey.

- Lana.

- I'm so sorry. I just had to see someone nice.

I just got off work.

I'm havin' a nervous breakdown.

Just a minute. I have to pee, OK?

God, I was scared to death that

Candace was gonna catch me.

She's obsessed with findin' a husband.

You're her favourite candidate.

I can't believe you worked last night.

You must be exhausted.

Me neither. I do it all the time, though.

You don't have to be sober to weigh spinach.

Thanks for the coffee.

I'm crashin' really hard, though.

l, um... have to go back to Lincoln

to take care of some stuff.

- You really leavin'?

- Yeah.

Are you gonna see your sister? The model?

Yeah.

Nicole?

She's pretty. Is she gonna be there?

Yeah. Now that she's married,

we're gonna be takin' off any second.

So... where are you goin'

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