Warrior Road Page #5

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HEY! HOWDY.

HEY, YOU KNOW WHERE...

YOU KNOW WHERE:

"IT'LL DO" IS?

- [LAUGHING]

- EXCUSE ME?

"IT'LL DO?"

IT'S MY GIRL'S PLACE.

SON, I HAVE NO IDEA

WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT,

BUT I SUGGEST YOU MOVE ON.

- WELL, I SUGGEST YOU...

- OH, GREAT.

- THANKS FOR NOTHIN'.

- MM-HMM.

YOU GONNA LET HER

TALK TO YOU LIKE THAT?

YOU KNOW WHAT? NO.

HEY!

THAT'S RIGHT, SEE?

I KNOW YOU KNOW THIS PLACE.

WHAT PLACE IS THAT?

MY GIRL'S HOUSE, YOU B*TCH.

[POLICE RADIO CHATTER]

HEY, WHERE'S THE ACID?

[WOMAN]

WATCH IT.

[HOWARD] RUSTY HAD

BROUGHT A SHEET OF ACID

TO SHARE WITH THE GIRLS.

NOW, HE DIDN'T KNOW

WHAT TO DO WITH IT,

SO HE DID WHAT ANY CLEAR

THINKING DRUNK WOULD DO.

HE SHOVED THEM UP HIS ASS.

[JAIL DOORS SQUEAKING]

- [DOORS SHUT]

- [WOMAN] ENJOY YOURSELF.

THEY NEVER FOUND THE HITS,

SO THEY JUST LEFT HIM ALONE

TO SLEEP IT OFF,

BUT HE WASN'T DOIN'

MUCH SLEEPIN'.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

WHAT YOU WRITIN'?

- NOTHIN'.

- HMM? WHAT YOU WRITIN' OVER HERE?

WHAT IS THIS? YOU GONNA LE ME GRAB IT LIKE THAT, HUH?

[LAUGHING]

- COME ON!

- I DON'T KNOW.

JUST STUFF.

[LAUGHING]

THAT'S FASCINATING.

STUFF.

YOU SAID ON YOUR LETTER

THE OTHER DAY:

YOU DON'T CARE

IF I CRIME DON'T PAY

YOU GOT MY GIRL:

NOW YOU DONE HER WRONG

OOH! HEY!

HEY, BABY!

YOUR MAMA LET YOU DATE?

WHY DON'T YOU

GET BIT, ASSWIPE?

[GIBBERING]

NOW THAT'S A PIECE OF ASS.

WHOA, DUDE,

WHO LET SHAMU OUT?

YEAH, MAYBE SHE'D LET YOU BEND

HER LIKE A SUITCASE, HUH?

- DOUBTFUL. DOUBTFUL.

- YOU GOT ME IN MISERY

THE FBI:

IS ON YOUR TRAIL

ELLIOT NESS:

WON'T LET YOU REST

HAVE GUN WILL TRAVEL

IS IN MY PAY:

HE SWEARS TO GET YOU

IF IT TAKES ALL DAY

YEAH, I'M GOOD.

[LAUGHING]

ROUTE 66

IS IN THE RACE:

PERRY MASON:

WILL TAKE MY CASE

A-WASTIN' TIME.

[BOY] YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH.

WHATEVER.

[LAUGHING]

[BOYS LAUGHING]

[GIRL] LOOK, I JUST GOT A SINGLE.

THIS IS GOOD.

[GIRL 2] I MEAN, YEAH,

THAT'S A GOOD IMPROVEMENT.

- I JUST...

- OH, YEAH.

- HE SAW ME LOOKING.

- [BOTH LAUGHING]

WAY TO GO.

HOW'S IT GOING?

WHAT?

NOTHING.

I'M ALAN.

WHAT?

THE NAME'S ALAN.

HEY, ALAN.

WHAT'S SO FUNNY?

NOTHING MUCH, ALAN.

- I'M REBECCA.

- I'M ASIA.

[JOSEPH] MY PLACE OF PEACE

WAS ALWAYS THE WATER,

WHERE THE LOUD BUZZ OF FEAR

AND DOUBT WASHED AWAY,

AND ALL THAT REMAINED WAS ME,

PURE AS A SIMPLE STORY.

[TRUMPET MUSIC]

HIS HORN WAS A GIFT,

BEATS OF GRACE:

THAT SPRUNG FORTH

LIKE A FOUNTAIN...

SOARING OVER:

A SALTWATER CREEK...

MADE CLOSER TO THE OCEAN

WITH EACH STRIDE.

BUT WHEN THE LAST NOTE

DRIFTED DOWN AND THEN AWAY,

HE WAS LEFT WITH

THE SAME DRY SORROW

WHERE FEAR LURKED,

AND TOUCH WAS COLD

AS MIDNIGHT.

IN THOSE SMALL HOURS,

HE'D LOOK UP INTO A BLACK SEA

DOTTED WITH STARS

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