The Burning Plain Page #2

Yeah, he said he's gonna

be back day after tomorrow.

He's making a delivery

to Abilene.

That's okay.

I'll do it.

Hey.

Hey, guess what?

Senator Parks office

just called.

He's coming in today for lunch

with a party of eight.

Sh*t! He couldn't

call a day ahead?

Lawrence?

Senators party is coming in

in 2 hours, they want the usual.

Two hours? Was he expecting

to get everything?

I'm gonna call Forresters

fish market see what they got.

Where were you last night?

What?

Where were you last night?

Home.

Who with?

You promised

never to ask any questions.

Who the f*** with?

I have work to do.

I'll be right back with another

bottle, you all enjoy your meal.

Why is the Senators

wine glass empty?

Sylvie, I'm sorry.

The Senator seemed pleased.

I'll say.

He left a 500 dollar tip.

I think he wants us to vote

for him in this next election.

- You're unbelievable.

- No, I'm not.

That's what I want

for Christmas next year.

Remember that.

Have fun.

Sylvie!

Who the hell's this guy?

Jesus christ, John,

don't do this right this minute,

It's just a friend, okay?

He's a costumer, I saw him

having lunch here yesterday.

Yeah, yesterday.

Hey, wait.

Just...

F*** whoever you wanna f***...

and that's it?

When you leave your wife...

then you can talk.

Let's go.

- Jesus christ.

- I wanna talk to you.

- Unlock your door.

- Hey.

- Come on! Talk to me!

- Hey, come on, leave her alone.

F*** off.

- Sylvie!

- What?

- What's your problem?

- I wanna talk to you.

- My friend, leave her alone.

- I told you to f*** off.

- Hey!

- John. John!

Jesus christ!

What're you? Seven?

- What're you doing?

- I wanna talk to you.

Ah, this is bull-sh*t.

I leave you to figure this sh*t

out with your boy-friend.

- He's not my boy-friend.

- Why'd you do this?

Don't touch me.

Give me five minutes.

What'd you think?

Just keep f***ing following me!

- Hey, Sylvia.

- You don't own me, John.

Do me a favor and f*** off.

I'll...

Let me take you home.

- You okay?

- What'd you want?

You okay?

You okay?

I don't understand you.

Hey, hey!

I take you home.

What?

I take you home?

Come on.

Hey, I take you home?

Home.

What's your name?

Me? Carlos.

You?

Sylvie.

Sylvie?

And, Sylvia.

Hi.

You know who I am?

I'm not here to fight.

Well, what'd you want?

I just wanna know more,

that's all.

Who your mother was...

and what she did with my dad...

You already know

what she did.

No, I don't.

Can I talk to you this sunday?

Okay, I'll come look

for you then.

Daddy!

Daddy!

Daddy!

Hey.

Hey, darling.

I thought you didn't

get back until tomorrow.

- Yeah, but I rapped up early.

- Hm'hm.

Where're the kids?

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