Crossroads Page #4

Look at the walls!

- I'm not sleeping here!|- This is what we can afford.

Is this run by the hour?.|I'm not sleeping here.

- Where you gonna sleep?.|- I don't know.

This place is disgusting.|I'll take this bed.

So how come|you're going to L.A.?.

My uncle might have|a job for me there...

so I'm gonna check it out|and if I like it, I'll move there.

What about your band?.|Don't you have a band?.

No, I was just filling in the|other night. I don't have a band.

Mimi said that she didn't think|you'd come with us on the trip.

Neither did I.

You sorry you did?.

Not so far.

Well, good night.

Good night.

Hey! It's freakin' cold!

- We're in here.|- I'm in here.

I just need|to brush my teeth.

- What are you doing?.|- You're so touchy.

Mimi, how do you know Ben?.

- Just from around.|- Gosh, don't you think he's cute?.

- He's all right.|- I can't believe he was in jail.

- What?.|- Yeah!

He like killed a guy.|What?. That's what I heard.

Excuse me?.|He killed somebody?.

No, he did not kill anybody--|I don't think.

Okay, he had a car, he was|coming to L.A. Don't be upset.

I'm on a road trip with a killer and|you're telling me not to be upset?.

- He'll hearyou.|- Oh, my God.

What's up?.

Do you know him at all?.

He used to hang out with some|of the guys at the trailer park.

So he may have|killed someone, okay?.

So what?. He did his time.|He paid his debt to society.

Oh, my God.

Ready to go?.

Yeah.

Hey, you wanna ride up front|with me today?.

No, that's okay.|The backseat's fine. It's okay.

- I'll check us out, okay?.|- Yeah.

- I'll be back.|- I'll come with ya.

No, it's okay, I'm fine.

- Will you please get me some chips?.|- No, Mimi.

Open the door.

I'll get my own chips.

Y'all, wait for me!

So when he came home|last Christmas, he proposed.

He's comin' home as soon as|he's done with school next spring.

You're seriously|gonna marry that loser?.

You don't even know him.

- What's wrong?.|- Nothing. It just kicked, is all.

- Can I feel it?.|- Ifyou want.

It kicked again.

- What about Kurt?.|- What about Kurt?.

- He's the father, isn't he?.|- Yes, Kurt's the father.

But it wasn't working out,|so I dumped him.

You're gonna raise this baby|all by yourself?.

I'm gonna go wait in the car|with Ben, all right?.

That's so typical of her.

She's not thinkin' about her future.|How's she gonna get by with a baby?.

Well, she brought this|upon herself.

What?.

- Hello.|- Hi, Pop.

Sneaking away in|the middle of the night?.

I'm very upset with you.|Dr.Johnson went...

to a great deal of trouble|to get you that job.

- I'm sorry, okay?.|- Sorry?

You are coming back now! And|you will regard that as a command!

You're usually so levelheaded...

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