Last Man Club Page #6

Yeah. You feel like driving?

Yeah.

Come on, let's go.

Hey, he's gotta pay me back

for that liquor

he stole from me.

The man's paid enough.

Listen here, you little white-trash

whore, this is between me and will.

What was that?

Shooting two people in 24 hours

might draw some attention.

I swore I'd kill the next man

that talked to me like that.

There will always be

rats in this world, Romy.

Doesn't mean

we have to kill 'em all.

Bummer.

All right, you need anything

out of your trailer?

I got a little package

on the bed.

- Oh, and there's... there's that bag.

- All right, you take him to the car.

- You, get in.

- What?

You know, you might

wanna find something to read.

Oh!

Smells like old man's sh*t.

Mangy dog!

Oh, it stinks.

Let me out of here!

- How's he doing?

- He's sleeping it off.

It's good to have friends,

you know?

- I've never known anyone for very long.

- Oh, you're still young.

Yeah, I haven't been young

for a very long time.

I'm afraid I'll be an old woman with

my past still chasing after me.

Your past will be your future

if you keep running from it.

Is that what happened to you?

I never ran from anything...

Until now.

Will? Will, wake up.

We're here.

Easy.

Whoa. I got you.

Easy.

Oh, it's right over this way.

- I need a drink.

- You're ok. I'm here for you.

How did you get like this?

Life didn't quite turn out

the way I expected.

Why didn't you let someone know?

We could have helped.

I could have done something.

What could you have done,

or anyone for that matter?

We waited for Jeff to come

home for 30 years.

Ella never gave up hope.

It finally killed her.

After she died,

I gave up on everything.

A few bad decisions later, I found

myself living behind a bar.

Or under one, if I had enough

money in my pocket.

58,000 just seems like a number until

you put a name to each one of these.

Here he is. 37e.

Here he is.

My boy.

Jeff was shot down over Hanoi

and went missing in 1972.

Will blamed himself.

Why did he blame himself?

Jeff volunteered for one of

those secret suicide missions.

He died trying to be the hero

his father was.

Good night, grandpa.

Taylor, are you asleep?

Are you still mad at me and mom?

Are you and mom

getting a divorce?

Why would you ask that?

- Well, are you?

- No.

If you and mom ever get a divorce,

I'd wanna live with grandpa.

- Then I could take care of him.

- Taylor, we're your parents.

It's our job

to take care of you.

- I'm not a job, dad.

- I didn't mean it that way.

You and mom act like it's a

job having grandpa live here.

- I never said that.

- It's the way you act.

You never listen

to either one of us.

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