Don't Look Back Page #6

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He lives with a guy named Gary.

He's a fat f***in' drummer, all right?

See how easy that was?

Someone's at your door.

Could you get it, you f***in' slug?

I'm coming. Keep your britches on.

- Hey, Michelle.

- Why are you doing this to my husband?

- Excuse me?

- I know all about you.

Do you?

You're a heroin addict.

But I'm going to stop.

You expect Steve to drop everything

and take a week off from work...

...and stay with you till you get off drugs?

- No.

- You think Steve's at your beck and call.

- No, I don't.

Michelle, honey, why don't you cool out a little?

You waltz back into town

and corrupt my husband...

...and go out drinking all night

and no telling what else.

I wouldn't do anything to hurt y'all.

Why don't you stay in California?

You don't belong here.

God damn it! That's enough.

This is my house. You don't come

in here talking that kind of sh*t.

He's a guest in my house.

Why would Steve ever care about you?

- Why?

- Why? There's lots of reasons.

You know what happened

in the summer of 1981?

- Morgan, don't, man.

- Shut your mouth. She needs to hear this.

You know Steve's dad was killed in a car wreck?

- Of course.

- His mom became a basket case.

One night she goes on a binge.

These guys get in the car

and drive all over town.

Finally, Jesse sees her car outside

that sh*t-ass bar, Mike's.

So, he goes in. There's Elaine sitting

in the booth with three f***in' big dudes.

She's out of it.

She's trying to get away from them.

They're not letting her go.

She's half-undressed.

He's a 16-year-old skinny f***in' kid...

...and he wades into them,

and they kick the living sh*t out of him.

But when he comes out of Mike's,

he's got Steve's mom with him.

To this f***in' day

she don't know what he did for her.

It's funny, she never did approve of Jesse.

She still don't.

That's just one f***in' story

about Jesse Parish. There's others.

I told them that Jesse was going to have

to pack some clothes for this coming week.

Just because you're going into the woods...

...I don't want y'all to be slobs

and never change clothes.

Come here.

God, I love you.

Squirrel hunting's great up here.

I thought that was for shooting Jesse

if he tries to escape.

That's funny. Y'all don't get it, do ya?

You f***ers are going to kill me.

You guys don't have clue one.

Come on. Let's go back to the city

and get me fixed up.

I can't do this.

Look!

There's nothing here.

Wake up.

- What?

- Jesse's gone.

He's gone.

- F***! You're supposed to watch him.

- I know.

- I fall asleep for three hours...

- I'm sorry!

- Sh*t!

- What?

- My rifle's gone.

- Are you serious?

Settle down. Go that way, I'll go this way.

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