Blackway Page #3

- Who's "Blackway"?

- Well, he's been,

kind of, messing with

that young lady over

there, you know,

giving her trouble,

and I thought,

perhaps, you could help

me find him, you know.

You really think this old

f*** and his boyfriend

are gonna be able to

help you, sweetheart?

- Don't call me that.

- Hey, Nate,

lighten the f*** up.

We're just having a

friendly talk here,

what's the matter with you?

- You know, my

advice to you, sweetie,

is, do whatever you can,

you know, for Blackway.

You know what I mean.

Yeah, maybe, maybe get

on your knees, huh?

Appeal to his better nature?

- You say that again, you're

gonna need a d-d-doctor.

- Oh, I'm gonna, I'm gonna

need a d-d-d-doctor?

- Nate.

- Son of a b*tch!

- Hey, boss!

Knife!

- Oh.

- Ow.

- Leave him alone.

- He's hurt.

- It's his fault.

- Why is it my fault?

- Just is, that's why.

- He start-t-Ted it.

- He didn't, you started it.

- Stop the car.

- Gonna throw up or something?

- No, I just need to get out.

- What's the problem?

- This is my fight, ok?

Not yours, hear me?

- Well, it seems to be

ours, now, doesn't it?

Why are you doing this?

- Needs to be done.

Needs to be done.

Hey, Sam, how are you?

- Hey, guys.

- Good.

- How's it going, man?

- Good.

Hey, Dottie, beautiful.

- Oh.

- Where do you want us to sit?

- Oh, you can go to hell.

Uh, your friends can

sit wherever they like.

- All right, thanks.

- Want your coffee?

- Yeah, some water for my pill.

- What's that for?

- Huh?

- Your heart?

- No, down below.

- Viagra?

- No.

- It helps him piss.

- You have to take

a pill to piss?

- No, I have one stop pissing.

- Here's some water.

- Thanks.

- Ok.

Ok.

- Just coffee, thanks.

- Omelette and toast for her.

- Ok.

- But I'm not hungry.

- Gotta eat, shut up.

An omelette and toast and...

- Can I get a hamburger,

a Philly cheese steak,

and a side of onion rings?

Oh, what's your soup of the day?

- Give him the same as her.

Ok.

Thank you.

- Cover your face.

Back in a minute.

- Les.

- Hi, Chris, how are you doing?

- I'm, I'm doing good.

Listen, I'm sorry

I never made it

to Amy's memorial, but I...

- That's ok, you were

inside, you couldn't.

When did you get out?

- A couple of months ago.

I'm 83 days clean and sober now.

- Good.

- Hey, are you ok?

- Yeah.

- Let me see.

Tough guy, huh?

- It wasn't so bad.

- That's not what you think.

I used to work in a restaurant.

I was baking muffins.

- Looking for Blackway.

Where can I find him?

- Didn't you just hear me?

I'm clean now, 83 days.

- So?

- So, the last thing I need

to know is where Blackway is.

- You used to work

in a restaurant?

- Yep.

I was even gonna open

my own place someday.

Until the a**hole that I was

with snorted up all our money.

- What kind of

food was it gonna be?

- Just, something simple.

Breakfast, lunch, coffee.

- Where is he, Chris?

Where is Blackway?

- What I hear is,

he's up at that

old motel he owns,

out on route 40.

- The Hylatt?

- Yeah.

Listen, just watch yourself.

I hear he's into all

kinds of heavy sh*t now.

Meth, hillbilly heroin,

all kinds of stuff.

- Oh.

Who he's got working for him?

- I don't know their names.

I don't know.

They ain't from around here.

- You should open up

a place like that in town.

We could use some good coffee.

And good anything.

Oh, you should, uh, let

Roena deal with that.

- Shut up, Les.

- Who's Roena?

- No one.

- Shes little

honey pie, his girlfriend.

- Shut up, Les.

- She works

over there at the clinic.

- A nurse?

- She's a technician.

- That's not what I heard.

Ooh.

- Well, you heard wrong.

- Rowen-n-na I l-l-love

you.

- Shut up Les you're not funny.

- What are you

doing with her, Les?

- Who?

- Her.

- Helping her out.

- Shouldn't get involved.

Don't get in his way.

- That his truck?

- No.

He drives a silver

monster truck.

- Quite a big operation,

going on here.

Plenty of parking space

and, uh, lots of rooms.

Lots of young girls, probably.

Their just kids.

Bastard.

- No, it's good.

When the sheriff sees this,

he'll have to do something.

- Oh, yeah?

He's not going to cross

Blackway, that's why

he sent you to see that,

uh... What's the guy's name?

- Scotty.

- Scotty.

The only one that's

gonna get this pig is,

somebody he cannot buy off.

Ok, I'm gonna see

what's going on.

- Then I'll come with you.

- Stay here.

- You're gonna spill it!

- B*tch, you spill it!

- Give it to me!

- It's all your

fault, you did that.

- Come on, I need some!

- Shut up!

- Did he say who they were?

- I don't know, some old f***,

and, and, and his kid.

Might have been his son,

Murdoch wasn't sure.

Said he hadn't seen him

before, or the girl.

- Girl?

- She's the one looking for you.

- What girl's looking for me?

For what?

- I don't know.

- You the

dead girl's grandfather?

- Her father.

- Wouldn't blame a man

for having a few drinks

after burying his daughter.

Put your window down.

Where you going in such

a hurry, old timer?

- Home.

- You've been drinking?

- No.

- You sure about that?

- Yeah.

Just get on with it.

- What did you say?

- Just write the goddamn tick...

- get out of the truck.

Get out of the truck!

Now!

Where you coming

from, all dressed up?

- Been to Morrison's.

- Funeral parlor?

- Yeah.

- You the dead

girl's grandfather?

- Her father.

- You're her father.

- Yeah.

- Well, wouldn't

blame a man for having

a few drinks after

burying his daughter.

- I haven't been drinking.

I won't say it again.

- You gonna say

it as many goddamn

times as I want you to say it.

Let's go, this way.

The old sobriety test.

I don't have any kids, myself.

At least, none that I know of.

Gotta be pretty

f***ed up, though.

Watch your only

kid running wild.

Hanging out with the bad crowd.

Getting mixed up with drugs.

Let's go, let's go, let's

go, walk, pop, walk.

Wondering, "was I a good dad?"

"Was I a bad dad?"

"Was I too strict?"

"Not strict enough?"

Let me put your mind

at ease, old man.

In my experience,

from what I've seen,

nothing you could have done.

A girl like Amy.

She can't be contained.

You sure as sh*t ain't

gonna change her.

You were probably

just a bad dad.

You're done.

- Did you just hear that?

- Just the ice machine.

- All right.

Catch ya later.

- Aright, see ya

- sh*t.

- That was his

motorcycle, what happened?

Did you talk to him?

- Yeah, sure, we sat

down, had a cup of tea,

talked about the weather,

the movies, and everything.

What the hell do

you think I did?

- So, what now?

- We just have

to find out, that's all.

- Can you give

him a message for me?

Tell him "Delphine says,

'hey' and, he should call me."

- F*** am I, an answering

service?

- Tell him.

- - Good afternoon.

God, it's cold, isn't it?

- Who are you?

- So, we're looking

for Richard Blackway.

Do you know where he is?

- He ain't here.

- Well, we've

been trying to find him.

But, uh, where is he?

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