10,000 Saints Page #3

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Who's "TM"?

Just a boy who died.

Jude!

Is he ever gonna

go back to school?

Hey.

It's me!

Whoo!

I hope I didn't alarm you.

I just thought maybe

it'd be good if we had a few,

few seconds before the

girls knew I'm here, huh.

Nice.

What the f*** are

you doing here?

Come to kidnap you.

What did you...

What's with your hair?

Huh?

I'm sorry about your

buddy, Teddy, you know.

You hardly knew him.

Yeah, but I'm still

sorry, you know.

You got weed in here?

Maybe.

Maybe. Come on,

don't bullshit me.

Where is it? Let me see it.

Mmm.

Ugh!

Where did you get

this ditch weed?

I stole it.

Yeah, well stealing's

not cool, Jude.

It's not cool at all.

All right?

From now on, you're only

smoking your dad's sh*t.

Phew!

What did you mean when you said

you were here to kidnap me?

I'm rescuing you.

Taking you to the Big Apple.

And why would I go with you?

I'm offering you

Manhattan, champ.

Don't play hard to get.

Would I have to go to school?

Afraid so.

Well, f*** that.

I'm never going back.

Except for, I mean,

driver's ed, but...

Okay, New York public

schools blow anyway.

You're safer on the street.

But you're gonna have to

have gainful employment

and promise not

to tell your mom.

When will we leave?

Tomorrow morning.

Don't you just feel the

bad vibes in this place?

Seriously.

Pack up your sh*t, huh?

I'm gonna go say

hi to your mom.

Good talking to you.

You know what? F*** you!

Uh...

Hey, hold on a second.

Prudence, my baby girl, hi!

Um...

What are you doing here?

Look at you.

Growing up into

a stone-cold fox.

Uh, I'll be off in a

couple of secs, okay?

Yeah, I'm back. Sorry.

No, that, yeah,

that's what I'm saying.

Mmm-hmm.

Mmm...

Hello, Les.

- Remember me?

- Yeah, hello.

How long have you been here?

Damn you look good, huh.

Long enough to have a

successful father-son reunion.

Really? It went well?

Yeah, yeah. No, it went great.

We're gonna leave in

the morning.

I figure you might make us

something delicious, you know?

And then, maybe I

crash with you?

Oh, really?

For the night, yeah.

Is that the plan?

That's the plan, yeah.

Thinking you wouldn't have

worn that patchouli,

if you didn't want a little

bit of Lester.

Come on!

Stop, please!

Les.

Come on, wake up.

Flashback's over.

Mmm...

I thought we were gonna

have a lost weekend.

Oh, no.

I've had enough of

those to last a lifetime.

- One more time.

- No.

You have a long road

ahead of you.

- Come on, come on.

- Get up.

It'll only take another second.

Your son is packed

and ready to go.

Harriet, come on,

come on, come on.

Baby.

This place is a shoebox.

Yeah, well it's a rent

controlled shoebox.

I got it off this lady

friend of mine

who went back to her husband.

The one you got pregnant

and left your family for?

Uh, no.

A different one.

She never had that

kid, by the way.

What about Eliza's mom?

Did you break up

that marriage too?

Uh, no.

Eliza's dad dropped

dead of a heart attack

when she was about...

Three.

He was some kind of fancy

pants lawyer I think.

Eliza's dad,

Teddy,

the almost-Donahue kid.

It's almost as easy to not

be here as it is to be here.

Yeah, pretty much.

Okay, I cleaned this

off for you.

Okay, this is your domain.

No pets.

Otherwise anything goes.

How about a little

pack-a-lolo before unpacking?

Hmm?

- That's fine with me.

- Yeah?

This is one of your

mother's finest.

I call her Gertrude.

"Hamlet, cast thy

knighted color off."

I guess you can see why.

Eliza's mom won't spend

time here, huh?

Would you hold this for a sec?

It's all part

of my master plan.

These are tips that you need to

learn on your way to manhood.

Truthfully you'll probably

be pulling a lot of ass

now that you're a New Yorker.

Did I already tell you

that I have a handgun?

You're serious?

Yeah, yeah..38 Special,

it's right underneath

the kitchen sink there.

His name's McQueen,

but don't ever touch it,

unless I tell you to.

Why would you tell me to?

I guess we should probably

talk about curfew, right?

What curfew?

Exactly.

As long as you demonstrate

that you are somewhat

in control of your

faculties, all right?

As long as you return at night

from wherever it is you go,

I am willing to forgo

any curfew.

Is Mom cool with all this?

If you stay out of trouble,

your mother doesn't need

to know everything.

She seems to be of

the opinion that

this is some kind

of rehab clinic.

Which it clearly is not.

Understood?

Understood.

Glad to hear it.

Eliza!

I've got good news.

Les' son is in town,

and we're all having

dinner tonight,

which is, you know, I...

I think's a really good thing.

I'm in the shower.

You see, Diane used to be

a world-class ballerina.

And the thing about

ballerinas is,

when they're dancing,

they do a ton of blow.

And when they're retired,

they smoke a ton of grass.

So that's how you met her?

Yeah, well, no, actually I was

dating her friend first...

Hello.

Thank you.

Hi. We have a table for...

Oh, hey, hey!

Ladies...

Hi.

Come and join us for a drink.

- Look at you.

- Hi.

How are you?

Jude!

Well, we're all

just so thrilled

you're here with us in

New York, aren't we Eliza?

Eliza, come on,

you've been whining about

meeting my kids forever

and now one of them finally

materializes and you check out.

I'm not checking out, okay?

How do you like it

so far in New York?

Oh, it's so much better

than Vermont.

And the music's great too.

And what kind of music

do you listen to?

Hardcore mostly.

Hardcore...

Is that one you know, Eliza?

Eliza knows it.

And she even saw

The Misfits in concert.

Right, Dad?

And what does it sound like?

Um, have you ever

heard of punk?

Darling, I'm from England.

What do you mean,

The Clash, the Sex Pistols?

It's kind of, but a huge scene

in New York right now is.

Straight Edge, which basically

means no drinking, no drugs,

and, uh, just not

being promiscuous.

In the old days we

called that "square."

I'm not square, Dad.

Yeah, well...

Some of them are

recovering addicts.

Mmm-hmm.

Some of them have

parents who are addicts.

Well, do you know what,

I think that sounds

like a fabulous organization,

don't you, Eliza?

Fabulous, darling.

Eliza.

Teddy's brother is in a really

popular Straight Edge band.

- Is he?

- I'm trying to find out

where he lives.

Well, that shouldn't

be too difficult,

doesn't his mother know

where he lives?

Oh, his mother's nice but...

She's crazy.

Off her rocker, yeah,

that too, right?

Do you have, um,

some more sake?

Yes, I'm dying for

some more sake.

Let's get some immediately.

Excuse me, hi, could we have

another large sake, please?

You have Johnny's address?

That's right by us. I mean,

it's a fourth tier hell,

but I'll take you over

there if you want.

This is Teddy's handwriting.

How'd you get this?

Yes, how did you get

that, darling?

Excuse me, I need

to use the restroom.

Feels weird that she

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