Don't Look Back Page #5

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Mouse'll know him.

Mouse.

Yee-haw! This is great!

Yee-haw.

Now I remember why I left Texas.

- What a dumb-ass, man.

- I hate to see that happen.

Would you ride one of them bulls for $1,000?

No.

Look.

Jesse, you feeling all right?

I got to go to the can.

Whoa there, fella. Don't you say "excuse me"?

F*** off, I've got to go to the bathroom.

- Don't they teach you freaks any manners?

- Get the f*** off of me, you redneck!

F***in' p*ssy.

I'm going to rip this goddamn door off,

and whoop your scrawny little ass.

Son of a b*tch probably picked my wallet.

He's probably on dope, too.

Sir, I'm a police officer.

Could you open up, please?

Hold on, I'm taking a crap.

God damn it, open up, you little thief!

Would you come out, please?

Just a minute. I'll just get my pants up.

What the hell's going on here?

He said you tried to take his wallet.

He's crazy.

Look how he's dressed, for God's sake.

Hell, look at that shirt.

What are you high on, buddy?

Unfortunately, I am not high on anything.

If you'll excuse me,

I've got some friends waiting for me.

Excuse me.

The boy put this in my stall.

- What's your name?

- I'm not going to tell you.

What's your name?

You're so pretty. Where'd you go to school?

Where you from? What's your name?

F***.

Elizabeth.

What the f*** is going on?

Where'd he go?

Didn't he go the other way?

No, he was headed for the back gate.

There he is.

Get in here. It's us.

- Let's go. Come on.

- Let's get the hell out of here.

- What's wrong?

- Let's take him to the hospital.

No hospitals. Just get me back to Galveston.

- What are you doing?

- Tell me what's going on.

Did you steal something? Are you sick?

F***, he's not sick. Look, he's a f***in' junkie.

F*** you!

Sh*t.

- What happened to you out there?

- You don't know sh*t!

Just get me the hell home.

Not to Granddad's to Morgan's where my...

- You should've told us.

- Where my thing is!

- Lf you had come back, we could've helped.

- I am back!

I'm here.

How you doing tonight, Mouse?

What's the f***in' deal?

We just want a little information

and then we'll get out of here.

I'll give you a little information.

I don't like d*ckheads who invite

themselves into my f***in' house.

Actually, Mouse...

...Esmerelda here, she invited us in.

They're real nice, Mouse.

You shut the f*** up!

- Sit down.

- Don't tell me what to f***in' do...

God damn you, sit the f*** down!

God damn it!

You sure know how to piss a guy off, don't you?

I've got one simple question for you.

Where's Jesse?

Jesse? That f***in' skank head.

He lives on Franklin.

Franklin's a long street.

East of Highland,

in those little f***in' shitty buildings.

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