The Indian Runner Page #2

...Frank hit me.

My daddy said he had to go to jail.

But don't worry because I'm here

to take care of him."

He's a likable son of a b*tch.

Where does he get it?

I don't know.

Frank, he took off his clothes

to take a sh*t.

Frank, he took his clothes off

to take a sh*t. Frank.

- Great-looking kid, Joe.

- Yeah, thanks.

Got a great-looking mama.

What did she say?

- She asked if you'd take him.

- Sure, kids love me.

Come here, Raffael.

How you doing, boy?

Incest product?

That ain't really what she said?

I knew that.

I got a real bad idea I want

to follow though on...

...and I need your okay.

It's about Frankie, huh?

I wanna offer him a room

when he gets out.

I gotta get close to him again.

I gotta try.

Something.

Why do you think he'll want to?

You told me... I thought he had

that masochist waiting for him.

- Maybe the masochist will come too.

- Wait a minute.

No, you're probably right.

He probably won't want to come anyway.

- We have a child in the house.

- I've thought about that.

I'd talk to him first.

If he wants to come with the girl...

I'd meet her, decide from there.

I'm not going to say no.

Doggone it, Raffael.

What'd you do that for?

Put sand down my pants for?

Frank's jailer told me releases

didn't start until 10 a.m.

I'd only driven through

three states...

...but, man, this country

looks smaller on a map.

Frankie had few enough

moments of tenderness in him.

I didn't need to interrupt this one.

I thought better to wait my turn.

Collect from Joe.

Hi, babe. I'm still here.

No, I haven't yet.

Soon. I figure.

Kid's got me smoking again.

I will.

Yeah, I will. I know, I will.

I love you.

Okay. Bye-bye.

Little sister, that you?

Big brother do?

How about Winnie the Pooh?

He's in the zoo.

This I knew.

- He don't like the view.

- 'Cause he sniffs glue.

Open your damn door.

Are you sore?

How the hell'd you find me here?

Nice guy.

Are you gonna invite me in?

Owe you 40 bills.

So pay me.

Repeat:
How the hell did you

find me here today?

I followed you from the jail.

I've been across the street.

Smoking, which I had quit, but...

You followed me?

What you got there?

Got some squares for me?

Mommy's gone.

Bye, Mommy.

Where the hell is she?

The funeral was a month ago.

I was in f***ing jail, Joe.

I know where you were.

What difference does it make?

You still wouldn't know.

What are you doing here?

You come here to guilt me to death?

Meet my old lady, Dorothy.

Or Dotty, or Doe, or Dute...

...or whatever.

Not "whatever."

Hi, Dorothy. I'm Joe.

I'm Frankie's brother.

Nice to meet you.

Joe followed us.

Like a common criminal.

Well, here's your beer and stuff.

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