The Woodsman Page #7

It just means that we gotta

catch you all over again.

I'll see you, Walter.

Talk to me like you f***in'...

Speak to me like you f***in'...

I am not...

I am not...

- Let's go.

- You don't feel sorry for this sick f***.

- Mind your own business, Pedro.

- This is my business.

What the hell is goin' on here?

Who did this?

Any man who can't deal with it,

you meet me in the office.

I'll pay you for the week.

You can clear the f*** out.

We got a lot of orders today.

Get to work.

This is bullshit.

Are you okay?

Watch your back, b*tch.

This is ready whenever.

Where's Walter?

I don't know.

I don't f***ing believe this.

- Goddamn it, Mary-Kay!

- B*tch, what the f*** are you doin'?

- What is going on?

- This is bullshit, Bob!

It's bullshit.

People have the right to know.

See anything interesting?

Not yet.

- What are you writin' in that book?

- It's my bird book.

I've identified 67 species

of birds this year alone.

Wow.

Where are your friends?

Don't you have any friends?

I have friends.

A pretty girl like you

should have a lot of friends.

I'm not pretty.

- Well, not in the common way.

- What does that mean?

It means that uncommon beauty...

is commonly overlooked.

You know, like people only notice...

the birds with the brightest colors.

What's your name?

Let's see. Linda.

Susan?

Jennifer?

Jackie?

You tell me your name,

and I'll tell ya mine.

Robin.

Yeah, like the bird.

- How old are you?

- Twelve.

- No, you're not.

- I will be in three months.

I can't wait. I hate being 11.

It has to be the stupidest age

in the world.

What's your name?

Walter.

- Do you have many friends?

- No.

How come?

A long time ago, I was sent away f...

When I came home,

all my friends were gone.

Sounds like you were banished.

Banished, yeah.

Birds are my friends.

They know I watch them...

but they don't mind

because they like being watched...

if they know

you won't hurt them.

- Robin...

- Yes?

Would you like to sit on my lap?

What?

Would you like to sit on my lap?

No, thank you.

Okay.

Doesn't matter.

Do you want me to sit on your lap?

Yes.

I would enjoy that.

I know this place that's really quiet...

except for the sound

of these tiny little birds.

They sound like finches.

Yeah, they might be finches.

Do you want to see?

My daddy lets me sit on his lap.

- Does he?

- Yes.

Do you like it when he asks you?

No.

Why not?

Are you two alone

when he asks you?

Does he say strange things?

Does he move his legs

in funny ways?

Walter...

do you still want me

to sit on your lap?

I will.

I don't mind.

No.

Go home, Robin.

Come on in. It's open.

Hey, Walter.

What can I do for you,

Sergeant Lucas?

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