Duel Page #3

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What is that

supposed to mean?

- Oh, never mind.

- Just a minute.

I know what it's

supposed to mean.

It means you think I should go

out and call Steve Henderson up...

- and challenge him to a fistfight

or something. - No, of course not.

But you could have at least

said something to the man.

I mean, after all, he...

practically tried to rape me

in front of the whole party.

- Oh, come on, honey.

- Just forget it.

- You gonna be home by 6:30?

- If Forbes lets me go in time.

Is it that important

that you see him?

He's leaving for Hawaii

in the morning.

The way he's been griping to the front

office, if I don't reach him today...

- I could lose the account. - You said

there'd be no problem getting home on time.

There probably won't be.

It's your mother. God knows

she's not coming to see me.

Honey, I said there probably

won't be a problem.

Well, just be on time, okay?

All right.

Okay, I'll be there.

Here's your card, sir.

Be with you in a second.

- Save them stamps?

- No, thanks.

Good enough.

Come back, now.

Will do.

I gave you the road.

Why don't you take it?

Why don't you go?

Oh, boy, you're beautiful.

I don't believe it.

I don't believe it.

I'm in no mood to play games.

Let's go.

Well, it's about time, Charlie!

My God.

Jesus.

Come on, you miserable fathead.

Get that fat-ass truck out of my way.

Well, I'm never going to

make that appointment now.

You miserable...

Okay. Okay.

You want to play games.

You all right, mister?

Yeah. Yeah, except...

- Oh, my neck.

- You got a whiplash, probably.

Yeah. It's all right.

He's all right.

What happened?

- That truck driver tried to kill me.

- Kill you? Go on!

He chased me

down the mountain at...

at nearly 90 miles an hour,

and I don't...

- don't know what else you'd call it.

- Tried to kill you.

It sure looks like you got

whiplash, all right.

- You got the whiplash, all right.

- Oh, that's okay.

Thank... It's okay.

- Anything I can do for you?

- No, nothing. Thank you.

- That's okay.

- Okay.

Just a little whiplash is all.

What happened

out there, mister?

- Can I use your men's room, please?

- Yeah. Through the door...

on the right,

down the hall...

turn left, second door.

Well, you never know.

You just never know.

You just go along figuring

some things don't change, ever.

Like being able to drive

on a public highway...

without somebody trying

to murder you.

And then one stupid thing

happens.

Twenty, twenty-five minutes

out of your whole life...

and all the ropes that kept you

hangin'in there get cut loose.

And it's like, there you are,

right back in the jungle again.

All right, boy, it was a nightmare,

but it's over now.

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