Blackway Page #4

Do you know where he went?

Are you... Where did he go to?

- Why do you want Blackway?

- Well, because we are from

the church of the holy

spirit, you understand?

And he won.

Well, I mean, he won the church

raffle, it's unbelievable.

He won it.

- Won what?

- Well, uh, the fact is...

He won the toaster

oven, you know?

- Christ

the red-d-deemer.

- Christ the

redeemer, god bless him.

Amen, praise Jesus, amen.

- Trudy.

Trudy, it's me.

It's Lillian.

We went to Mckinley together.

No, no, no, it's ok, it's ok.

Shh.

We gotta get you out of here.

- Well, he won a toaster oven,

just like one of these,

I suppose, there.

- No, he d-d-didn't,

he won the gas...

- where are the keys?

Where are the keys?

- You're thinking of last year.

- He won the toaster.

- You're thinking of last year.

Denny won the cord of wood.

- He doesn't know

what he's talking about.

Good afternoon.

What the f*** is this?

- What?

- Who are they?

- They're looking for Blackway.

He won a toaster.

- He won a what?

- He won that toaster oven.

- No, you're right.

I just didn't, one, two...

That's right.

- Who are you, what

the f*** do you want?

- Well, we're from the IRS.

We want to know where Blackway's

hanging out these days.

Can you tell me, please?

- Yeah, I know who you are, now.

F*** you, old man.

- What the hell are you doing?

You're crazy.

What's the matter with you?

Tell me, where is Blackway?

I don't know, he's...

- where is he?

Where is he?

Where is Blackway?

Tell me.

You shot me in the foot!

- I'll shoot the other one.

Where is Blackway? Where?

- Oh!

- Where?

You know where he is!

- He's in the town!

- Where is he?

- I don't know!

He's got a place in the town.

- You son of a b*tch.

- I don't know!

Old man, listen to me...

- Les, we gotta go.

Les, we gotta go!

- Get the f***...

I'm gonna f***ing

kill both of you!

You're both f***ing dead!

- Did you have to

blow the place up?

- Sorry.

- Sorry, eh, you're nuts.

- I'm gonna f***ing bury you

I'm gonna f***ing bury you!

- We're never

gonna find him, now.

- Who?

- Blackway, Blackway, Blackway!

What's the matter with you?

Wake up!

What the hell do you

think I'm talking about?

Could be anywhere up in

the towns, now, anywhere!

Who's that?

- She's a friend, we went

to high school together.

- Why is she with us?

- She's coming with us.

- Hell, she's not

coming anywhere.

- We need to get

her to a hospital.

- Why, what's

the matter with her?

- He's gonna kill her.

- So?

- We can't just leave her here!

She needs to see a doctor! He

cut her in the face!

- Shut up, shut

up, shut up, shut up!

Shut up!

- What's your name, kid?

- Trudy.

- Are those

freaks up at the motel,

did they do this to you, kid?

Mess you up?

Blackway, the worst?

- Yeah.

- Ok, she

doesn't need a hospital,

she needs to get the hell away

from this place, right now.

- Now, if she

was... what's her name?

- Lillian.

- Yeah, if she was smart,

she'd get on the bus with her.

- She seems smart.

- Yeah, you too.

- Thanks.

- I meant, if you got

on the bus, with them.

- Huh?

Well, we're not gonna find

Blackway now, and, uh...

Next time we see him,

is when he finds us.

Gonna hang around for that?

- I hear

Portland... Is pretty nice.

- That's what they say.

Oh, not so smart.

- All right, let's go.

- Where?

Blackway's up in

the town forest.

As much chance as

finding Bigfoot up there.

- Trudy said he's got a

camp near the old gold mine.

- The old noisy

creek logging site?

- Yep, that's what she said.

What are you waiting for?

- Ok.

- You don't have to go with us.

You know that?

- Sure, I do.

- Ok.

Once you do, you're

gonna go all the way.

There's no turning back.

You ready for that?

- You mean kill him.

- Yeah, I guess so.

Maybe.

- Well, if it's not me or Trudy,

it will be some other girl.

Right?

- Right.

- Let's get on with it, then.

- Ok.

- Old Lester and me, we got

our start in them woods.

Only things that like

it up there in the towns

are bears, moose, and beavers.

Whatever else it was

that got those Canadian fellas.

- What fellas?

- Loggin'

crew, down from b.C.

Tough sons of b*tches.

Now it's April, a couple, three

feet of snow on the ground,

logging company hasn't heard

from them in quite a while.

So, he sends them in, in

snowshoes to hike in there

and find out what's what.

When he finally

gets to that cabin,

he finds the log skidder

marked out front.

Inside, their clothes,

equipment, old weather gear.

Even plates of food,

still on the table.

- Just like they was interrupted

in the middle of supper.

- But of those four

woodchoppers,

he finds not a trace.

Nor did anyone else, ever.

That's towns for ya.

- I used to know

some kids from high school

that used to go

to towns to party.

- They're lucky they

didn't, didn't get lost.

Hund-d-dred square

miles of nothing.

It's like the

bermud-d-da triangle,

except for f***ing trees.

- Hey, watch

your language, will ya?

Towns are a weird place.

Long way off the road.

Ok, we walk from here.

- It gets cold.

- Dewar's on the rocks.

- Thanks.

- You want to start a tab?

- No.

Here.

Take it out of this.

Keep the change.

- That's a really nice tip.

- That's a really nice smile.

- Thank you.

- What, for the

compliment, or for the tip?

- Both.

Can I get you anything else?

Something from the

kitchen, maybe?

- No.

Just your name.

- Lillian.

- "Lillian."

I like the name "Lillian."

You're new around here,

aren't ya Lillian?

- Sort of.

It's been a while.

- What time do you get off?

- In about an hour.

- Oh, I can wait.

- I can't.

- Can't?

All right, have a seat, then.

- That's not what I meant...

- I know what you meant.

- I have to get home.

- You got someone

waitin' for ya?

- Uh huh.

- Husband?

- My mom.

- Your mom.

Your mom's waitin'.

Well, call her up, tell

her you're gonna be late.

She'll understand.

If she's as pretty

as her daughter,

she'll understand real well.

- I gotta go.

- Ok, Lillian.

- This way, over there.

- My offer still stands.

- "Offer"?

- For a drink.

- I just got off work.

- We'll go somewhere else.

We'll go to my house.

- Listen, I'm exhausted.

I really just want to go

home and go to bed, you know?

Hey, a**hole, I'm serious.

What do you want?

- Same as you, Lillian.

- I don't know what

you're talking about.

- You know exactly

what I'm talking about.

You got your shirt on, that

barely covers your breast.

You got your best jeans on,

to make your ass look so good.

That's right, you

got my attention.

Now the question is, what

are you gonna do about it?

- Please, please, just

let me get in my car.

- Under one condition.

- What's that?

- Give me a kiss.

- Is this a joke?

If I give you a kiss,

will you leave me alone?

- Give me a kiss.

- Easy, easy, easy, easy, easy.

Shh shh shh, easy.

- Hey!

- Get back inside.

- Lillian, you all right?

- Moron!

Get back inside!

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