25th Hour Page #9

A man... with no friends.

- Monty, please. Don't leave me.

- Monty, come on.

- Please!

- You were my friend.

Monty.

I'm sorry. Don't leave me.

Come on.

You are missing your party.

You know what time it is?

- You know what time it is?

- Late at night. No, it's early.

- You up for a little more still?

- Yeah.

Yeah, definitely.

Hey, that's Jake. Remember Jake?

Come here. Go see Jake.

- What time is it?

- I got a couple of hours.

I'm sorry for everything

I put you through, Naturelle.

I've been confused.

I've been... thinking that you...

- Doesn't matter.

- It matters to me.

- Don't hate me when I'm gone.

- I could never hate you.

I love you.

- Stay with me.

- One last thing I gotta do.

- Don't go.

- I'll be back.

Wouldn't that be the life?

Working a tugboat.

- Out on the river every morning.

- Yeah, it'd be nice.

It'd be nice.

What time you got?

- Quarter past six.

- Alright.

Alright. Come on.

- You ready for Mr Doyle?

- Yeah.

The leash is yours.

I need you to make me ugly.

I can't go in looking like this.

I told you.

It's all about the first day.

If they get one look at me

looking like this, I'll be finished.

You said anything.

You just said you'd do anything.

This is what I need.

What are you thinking? I give you a

black eye, no one will mess with you?

- I need more than a black eye.

- F***ing help me here.

- I need you to really f*** me up.

- I can't do it.

- You can.

- I won't hit you.

- I think you want to a little bit.

- What?

You think I've deserved it for years.

You give me that look,

like you'll smack some sense into me.

Here's your chance. I need it.

This is your favour? "Make me ugly"?

Where the hell is this

coming from? This is bullshit!

Don't p*ssy out on me, Frank.

I need this from you.

I won't fight back...

I'm not gonna kick your...

What the f*** do you want from me?

- This is insane.

- Shut up!

Shut up. Nobody's talking to you.

Stay out of it.

Enough! This is bullshit.

Let's go get breakfast.

Forget this sh*t.

- No breakfast.

- Hey! Don't do this, Monty.

Where's this bullshit you fed me?

"I'll be there for you."

- I will, but I won't hit you.

- Bullshit.

- He doesn't know what he's doing.

- This is convenient for you.

- That's what I think.

- Convenient?

Send me away, say, "Bye, Monty,"

take care of Naturelle for me.

I would never f***ing

cross that line. You're full of sh*t!

Frank, he doesn't mean it.

The way you look at her.

Her titties, her ass.

You've wanted to f*** her for years.

Don't f***ing do this!

Stop it!

- Don't do this!

- Now, Frank. Now. Do it.

Do it, you f***ing p*ssy.

Stop, Frank. Stop!

I'm sorry.

That's enough. Stop.

Oh, my God!

Monty! Oh, my God!

OK. It's alright. Just get me inside.

Get me inside.

Of course I will.

Oh, my God, baby.

Oh, my God.

Monty, let me take you to hospital.

Why did you stay with me

all this time?

- Should've left me long ago.

- Stop talking like that.

I'll wait for you.

As long as it takes.

Don't cry, baby.

I'm such an idiot.

Naturelle, I blew it.

I really blew it.

Who's that?

- Who did this to you?

- We gotta go.

Let him take you to the hospital.

It's OK. It's OK.

- How did this happen?

- He just showed up like this.

- Monty.

- He's a mess.

Look at him.

Oh, God.

These people are hooligans.

I'll take him to the hospital.

- Say goodbye here, Pop.

- You don't trust my driving?

I can't do it this way.

Just let me walk away,

Pop, please. It's easier.

Yeah. Easier?

My God, you don't understand.

Let me drive you there.

I need to know where it is

for visits, you know?

OK, buddy?

Help me out.

- Help me out?

- OK.

- Give me the bag.

- No hospital, Pop.

No hospital.

Let's go.

- I gotta go.

- One second. Wait, wait, wait.

No, no.

- I don't want you coming to visit.

- No.

I want you to be happy, so you

forget about me. Live your life.

I figure we take the Henry Hudson

to the Sprain Brook Parkway,

then to the Taconic.

That should get us there.

Easy drive to Otisville.

Jesus, look what they did to you.

I tell you, Monty, it'll be OK.

It looks bad, I know it, but when

the swelling goes down, it'll be OK.

Them hooligans

sure gave you a licking.

- How many were there?

- I don't know. A bunch of 'em.

- You get some good shots in?

- Yeah, I got some good shots in.

Give it a month,

you'll be better-looking than ever.

Pop.

You were right. It wasn't her.

It wasn't Naturelle.

Of course it wasn't Naturelle.

Cool dog.

You're a cool dog.

Give me the word

and I'll take a left turn.

- Left turn to where?

- Take the GW Bridge. Go west.

Get you stitched up and keep going.

Find a nice little town.

On the way, stop in Chicago

for a Cubs game.

You always wanted

to see Wrigley Field.

Dad...

I'm saying, if you want it,

if that's what you want, I'll do it.

- No. They'd take your bar.

- My bar?

Jesus, my bar. They can take

my bar to hell and back.

You think my bar

means more than my only child?

Give me the word and we'll go.

They'll find me.

- Sooner or later.

- You know how they find people?

They find them

when they come home.

People run away but they usually

come back. Then they get caught.

So you go

and you never come back.

You never come home.

We'll drive.

And keep driving.

Head out to the middle of nowhere.

Take that road

as far as it takes us.

You've never been west of Philly,

have you?

This is a beautiful country.

It's beautiful out there.

Looks like a different world.

Mountains, hills,

cows, farms and white churches.

I drove out west with your mother

one time, before you was born.

Brooklyn to the Pacific

in three days.

Just enough money for gas,

sandwiches and coffee,

but we made it.

Every man, woman and child alive

should see the desert

one time before they die.

Nothing at all for miles around.

Nothing but sand and rocks

and cactus and blue sky.

Not a soul in sight.

No sirens. No car alarms.

Nobody honking at you.

No madmen cursing

or pissing on the streets.

You find the silence out there.

You find the peace.

You can find God.

You take the high road

and I'll take the low road

And I'll be in Scotland afore ye

But me and my true love

Will never meet again

On the bonny, bonny banks

of Loch Lomond...

So we drive west.

Keep driving

till we find a nice little town.

These towns out in the desert,

you know why they got there?

People wanted to get away

from somewhere else.

The desert's for starting over.

Find a bar and I'll buy us drinks.

Two.

I haven't had a drink in two years,

but I'll have one with you.

One last whiskey with my boy.

Take our time with it.

Taste the barley.

Let it linger.

And then I'll go.

I want you to keep that.

I'll hold it for you.

I'll tell you, don't ever write me.

Don't ever come visit.

I'll tell you

I believe in God's kingdom

and that I'll be with you again,

and your mother,

but not in this lifetime.

You'll get a job somewhere.

A job that pays cash.

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