Bullet Head Page #7
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- Year:
- 2017
- 93 min
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Jesus.
Nobody wins.
WALKER:
Jesus f***, this was last night.
Christ, how long
until sundown?
STACY:
Call our ride in 50,
then get out that fire escape.
Yeah, well,
what say you, kid?
Hmm?
Are you a cat person,
or are you more of a dog person?
Dogs.
I used to love them books
when I was little
where they got them
acting like people.
You know, driving around
in cars,
and making deposits
at the bank,
and all that.
Dad kept on having to whup my
ass for trying to talk to them.
To dogs?
Yeah. I'd see them
tied up outside the store,
and I'd ask where they parked
their trucks.
[chuckles]
but Pops said he could hardly
keep us fed.
So I had chickens
and stuff.
You a farm boy?
No, just-- Just country.
A few egg hens,
a busted-ass old milk cow.
I found this one dog by the side
of the road when I was 6.
It couldn't have been
He-- He must've got hit
by a car or something.
His leg was busted up
real bad.
He was a-- He was a shepherd,
I think.
[whimpers]
I knew my pop wouldn't
let me keep him.
The dog catcher
would just put him down.
So I hauled his poor ass all
the way back to this old shack
we had out
behind our house.
And Dad was drinking
so much by then
I knew the toolshed's
the last place he'd be.
But this little dog was crying
so loud from the pain
that first day,
I was sure he'd hear
I stayed in there
all night,
petting him and begging him
to be quiet
till he finally
calmed down.
Started bringing my lunches
home from school.
At first all he wanted
was that cheese you peel off.
But a few days in I had him
grubbing on meatballs,
and chicken nuggets,
and all that,
like a regular schoolboy.
Had to clean the sh*t
off his fur every day,
because his leg was still
too f***ed to stand up.
But I didn't mind.
Nobody'd ever been that happy
to see me my whole life
as when I walked
in that room.
Tail wagging so hard
against the ground
he's kicking up dust
all over himself.
[door chime dings]
I'd hide food under my bed
to save up for the weekends,
you know,
but it was June already.
Pretty soon school was done.
sold some baseball cards
I had from Christmas
and bought him some food,
but I ran out after a week.
Had to swear I wouldn't come
back to the only store in town
after I got caught
racking Alpo
to convince them
not to tell my pop.
Only one place
left to go for food.
I was having nightmares
But the look on that dog's face
after a couple days,
it was like not eating
wasn't the worst of it for him.
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