Lantana Page #5

I want your name.|Give me your name!

I want your name!

A bourbon, please.

A double bourbon with ice.|Thanks.

You all right?

Yeah.

You sure?|You don't look all right.

What?|Are you a cop?

Yeah.

Really?

Really.

Sorry, I just--

something weird|really happened.

I was walking and this woman|started yelling at me.

She thought|I said something to her.

- What for?|- I don't know.

I was walking down the street|and she went nuts.

- Did you?|- No.

I didn't do anything.|I don't do stuff like that.

Take it easy.|I believe you.

Sorry. It was just|really weird and--

now you're a cop,|so that's really weird. Sorry.

You want another drink?

Yeah. Thanks.

Same again.

Paula:
Sharon said|there's a booze bus on the freeway.

Nik:
I'll take|the backroad home.

- Hannah!|- Yeah?

Grab Dad's wallet|from the kitchen.

Hannah:
Yeah.

Hey.

- She asked me for coffee this morning.|- Who?

- Jane.|- What for?

- I don't know.|- Hannah: I can't find it!

It's near the fridge.

I don't know.

She's trying|to come on to me.

What?

She's lonely, Nik.

And you're bored.|That's a lethal combination.

Stay away from her.

What's the matter?

You're a bit jealous, huh?

Huh?

You ever f*** with our marriage,|and I cut your balls off.

I'll hang them on the lawn,|between your socks and your jocks.

Got it?

Sure, babe.

Wake me up|when you get home. Huh?

I'm running down|this hill,

and I go|around this corner.

And suddenly,|there's this guy, and bam!

Right into him. Right away,|I'm going after him...

''You f***ing prick!|Look where you're going.''

- But it was your fault.|- Well, yeah.

I don't know|why I went at him.

It was just-- my buttons|got pushed or something.

Anyway,|so I look down,

and there he is,|on the ground, cowering.

- Huh?|- He's got blood on his face...

- and he broke his f***ing nose.|- Oh no.

And he gets up and|he starts to role-play.

- And that's when it happens.|- What?

- He starts to cry.|- What for?

I don't know.|What makes a man cry like that?

Yeah, a lot of things.

So what did you do?

I just held him.

I just stood there|and I held him.

But the whole time|I was thinking,

''You f***ing weak prick,|pull yourself together.''

- Don't you want to cry sometimes?|- Yeah, but--

- you don't, do you?|- Mmm.

Hey.

We ordered your food,|but we ate it.

What's that smell?

- Where's your mom?|- Dancing.

- Where's your brother?|- Upstairs.

Sh*t.

Sam!

Sam?

Sam! Sam!

What the f***|is going on?

For Christ's sake,|I'm a cop!

- All right, you get the good stuff.|- Don't you smart-mouth me.

- What's going on?|- Your brother is being an idiot.

- So what's new?|- Did you know about this?

Have you tried it?

If you ever give|your brother that sh*t--

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