The Last Detail Page #6

- It's Sunday!

- Sunday?

What's that supposed to mean?

Come on!

You want to go see your mother?

I don't want to get you guys

in trouble or nothing.

You've been so good

to me already.

Let's go and see your mother.

Don't worry about it, Mule.

Know what I mean?

That's Calvin Coolidge Junior High.

I went there.

Where's your old man, Meadows?

Seattle.

Seattle, Washington.

I know where it is. What's he doing?

I think he works in a hardware store.

He's married.

Well, I mean not to my mother,

but to somebody else.

Maybe I even have a half sister.

I think I do.

Camden High!

I graduated from there.

Miss Marabito.

I wonder if she still teaches there.

She made me want to be a veterinarian.

You want to check next door or anything?

Your mom have any friends

in the neighborhood?

- Mrs. Esposito.

- Maybe she's over there.

Her car's gone.

What do you want to do?

You want to wait around a little?

We could wait around a little.

I'll go check with Mrs. Esposito.

- Legs really bother you, don't they?

- Sometimes.

You ought to take vitamins.

No, take vitamins. Seriously, man.

Go to the dispensary.

- What's wrong?

- We let him go by himself!

He could get away!

Don't get excited.

That kid ain't going nowhere.

What makes you so sure?

Well, you know him.

Jesus Christ!

Then where is he?

Where is he?

There.

Don't get your balls in an uproar.

Meadows ain't going nowhere without us.

Let me tell you something

about a kid like Meadows.

He's the kind of guy,

he's going to the brig...

...and secretly he's probably glad.

On the outside, too many things

can happen to him, all of it bad.

This way, the worse part's

already happening.

He's probably glad.

Glad.

If you ain't right...

...you better be quick,

because I ain't.

She went for the day.

Sunday!

You want to go in and wait awhile?

What for?

Well, she might come home early.

No, thanks.

Well, at least you could sit

in your own house.

Maybe we can get in.

I don't know what

I would've said to her anyway.

You know what Meadows ought to do?

He ought to get his old lady

to write her congressman.

She can write letters to her congressman

till she owns the f***ing post office!

It don't mean diddlyshit!

Look, either we let him go

or he lives with it.

And we ain't about to let him go.

Understand?

Now look what you made him do.

- What I made him do?

- Yeah.

- Where you going?

- To the head, okay?

If that don't make you just

want to sh*t in your flat hat, man.

Look what you went... Look what you...

I hope you're satisfied!

You're the one insisted

we take him to see his mother!

I hate this detail.

I hate this f***ing

chicken-sh*t detail!

I love the f***ing detail, I suppose.

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