Desperation Page #2

a Jew, a Hindu, or Mr. Magoo.

In Desperation...

We don't care about

those things much.

Peter!

Peter! Let me go!

Peter!

Shotgun, get the shotgun!

Shoot him, shoot him!

Get it!

Get it, woman!

Pick it up,

for God sakes!

Don't do that.

Drop it, Mary.

Put it down, Mary.

Put it down.

Drop it.

Now, if you don't

want to see your liver...

come squirting

out of your nose...

I'd put it down, Mary.

Kill me if you're going to.

Now, why would

I want to kill you...

when things are

just starting to get interesting?

He killed my husband!

He killed our little girl.

Three billion red Chinese

don't give a damn.

How they hangin', old timer?

Don't you hurt him!

I'm warning you.

Who are you, boy?

I'm David Carver.

I live at 248 Poplar Street

in Wentworth, Ohio.

Yeah, but...

who made thee?

Canst thou say

who made thee? Tak!

I guess my folks did.

And God.

There's no god

out here, little Dave.

Leave him alone!

Haven't you done

enough to our family?

Even bald-headed

hoppin'-Satan...

don't step his split-foot

much west of Tonopah.

This is Desperation.

Only thing out here

is can tah and can tak.

And don't you forget it!

You're mine.

David, what's wrong?

What's... what's

wrong with him?

There's nothing

wrong with him.

What do you mean?

Are you blind?

I think your son

is praying.

Well. Hey there.

Are you a nice person?

Well, I like to think so...

but, then again,

if I was Ted Bundy...

do you think I'd tell you?

I'd know.

I got a psychic streak.

Up yours!

That's pleasant.

So what's your name,

young lady?

Cynthia Smith.

Smith? Oh. Smith.

That's a likely story.

No, really, it is.

Sure.

Honest!

OK.

Who are you?

Me? Steve Ames.

A noble moniker.

So, haul your psychic

streak on up here...

Cynthia Smith...

And let's make

some miles, OK?

Yeah, I guess you'll do.

Oh. Well, thank you

very much, cookie.

Don't call me cookie,

and I won't call you cake.

Oh, my.

You gonna smoke that

or gum it to death?

Yeah, I quit.

Never hurts to keep

in practice, though.

What you lookin' at, huh?

Your T-shirt.

Yeah, right!

I'm lookin' at your t-shirt!

Come on, that's OK!

We're all animals, right?

Oh, come on, now!

Give me a break.

I worked with Dylan back in '95

when, uh, he did Unplugged.

No way!

Yeah, yeah way. Yeah.

I was doin' amps

and guitar tech...

back in those days.

Are you a roadie?

Well, this truck looks too small

to carry a band's gear.

No, I'm workin'

for this writer...

And he's, uh, he's driving

cross country...

doing little speaking things,

you know?

And he does one

every couple of days or so...

and when he gets back

to the west coast...

he's gonna write a book about it.

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