Blackway Page #5

Now!

- Ok.

- My fault.

- Huh?

- He seemed like a regular guy.

I didn't know what to do.

I was just trying

to be friendly.

- Oh, it isn't your fault.

Doesn't matter what you

did, what you didn't do.

Blackway's just a piece of sh*t.

F*** him.

He'd have found you

either way, that's life.

If it wasn't Blackway, it'd be

something else, wouldn't it?

Cancer, car wreck, drugs, dope.

Suicide.

You name it, it's all... It's

always going to be something.

It's all in the game.

Yeah.

None of us gets out

of this life without

some bad stuff comes

looking for us.

Keep our heads down,

hope it passes us by.

Or we can,

you know, do what

we're doing now.

- What's that?

- We're gonna meet the

son of a b*tch, aren't we?

Head to head, face to face.

F*** him.

Piece of sh*t.

Trash.

- So, this is it?

- Yeah.

Got my first work here.

In the woods.

Yeah.

This place was

called "Boyd's job."

50 men working, living here.

Pretty tough.

And, uh, no logging

had been done here for,

oh, maybe, 20

years, maybe longer.

Jimmy Malla's truck.

Jimmy Malla.

He's dead and gone.

And that.

Wow.

Holy Moses.

Nothing's changed.

Must be Blackway's.

Yeah.

Now, this is his bunk house.

Wasn't here in my day.

He doesn't go in for much

housekeeping, does he?

Hey.

Make yourself useful.

Cut some timber and make a fire.

Make it a big one.

Got a lighter?

- Yeah.

- Ok.

Make it a big fire.

You two okay?

- Yeah.

- I'm gonna have a look around.

- What, now?

- What?

- Now?

- Yeah, we got time.

He won't be here for a while.

When he does come,

we'll hear it.

- How do you know?

- Well, the only way in and out

of this place on wheels,

coming up the logging road.

And he drives one of those big,

stupid, diesel trucks of his.

So, we'll hear him

two miles away.

- What the hell is that?

- Its a goose gun.

Belonged to my uncle Walter.

Next biggest aid to

us is heavy artillery.

- F***in' thing's an antique.

- Yeah.

Still works, though.

I hope so.

Ok, well.

- Lester.

- Yeah?

- There's something wrong.

We, we need to get out of here.

- Too late now, kid.

You've crossed the line.

No going back.

You were warned.

Weren't you?

Ok.

- Have you ever, uh,

fired one of those?

- Uh uh.

- Come here.

Show me.

Why are you

stand-d-ding sideways?

You're not surfing.

Like this.

Yeah.

Make sure it's not loaded.

Trying to kill me?

Yeah, same thing.

Use both hands.

Hold it tight.

- I am.

- Got a recoil.

Line your target

up with your sight.

Up.

Squeeze the t-t-trigger.

- Ok.

- Boom.

That's good.

And now we put

the bullets in it.

Can I ask you something?

- Mmhmm.

- Why d-d-didn't ya... You leave?

When Blackway was bothering you,

why didn't, uh, you run?

- 'Cause that's all I've ever

done,

- here

- and I'm tired of it.

You know, I'm

starting to realize

that maybe Lester's right.

Some people are just bad.

- What's, uh, Seattle like?

- It's nice.

When it's not raining.

You should go sometime.

- Les always says

I should travel.

- Well, why don't you?

I thought you always

do what Lester says.

- Not always.

- How'd you two meet?

- Work.

Les says that his d-d-daughter

used to be babysit me.

I can't remember.

- Hello, sweetheart.

Don't f***ing move, Skippy.

Don't move.

Where'd you get this?

Where'd you get this?

Huh?

Where'd you get this?

Why ya looking so surprised?

You actually think you

could get the jump on me?

Huh?

You and your boyfriend,

running all over town,

asking questions about me?

Ya burned down my

place of business,

ya beat up my

f***ing accountant.

You think I wouldn't

find out about this?

Huh?

I've been waitin' here for you.

Where is he?

- Who?

- Don't f*** with me!

Where is he?

- I don't know!

I don't know.

- Where is that old f***?

- Sh*t.

- Damn it!

- I got you now, you bastard.

- Watch this, sweetheart.

- I got the old man,

he was on the bus.

- Keep an eye on him.

I'll get her.

Hey, Lillian!

Lillian!

Here, sweetheart.

- Lillian!

- Blackway.

- That... That antique still

works?

- Yeah.

- Murdoch?

- He's by

the skid-d-der.

- Is he breathing?

- No.

Come on.

- Yeah.

Now, we'll, uh...

Drag them both off

into the woods.

- What if somebody finds them?

- Not up here, they won't.

Coyotes, buzzards, foxes, crows.

They'll find 'em

first, and, uh...

Take them to little

bits and pieces.

They'll be nothing

left of them in a week.

- Ok.

- He used us as bait.

- Huh?

- He used us to draw

Blackway out into the open.

- Yeah.

- And it worked.

- Sure did.

It would have worked better

if Joe Palooka there, hadn't

picked a fight with Blackway

and spoiled my best shot.

- That was your plan?

- Yeah.

Yeah.

Blackway liked to think he was

the worst guy around, and, uh...

Didn't think anyone would

go as far as he did.

That made him sloppy,

and predictable.

Yeah.

If the worst guy around

makes that mistake,

the second worst

guy has a chance.

- "Second worst guy"?

That's you?

- Not anymore.

- What d-d-do you say?

- Enough light?

- Ahh, lets go, lets

get the hell out of this place.

- Hey, let's go.

- You did it.

- Yeah.

- What if... One of

Blackway's men...

- "Blackway."

Who's "Blackway"?

- Lester...

- See ya around.

- You gonna get your girlfriend

Roena to take care of that?

- D-d-damn it, I told you,

she's not my girlfriend.

Lester just thinks

she is because her

car broke down once,

and I gave her a ride.

- Then what is she?

- Roena?

I d-d-don't know.

She might be my cousin.

What?!?

Her stepd-d-dad's

my mother's cousin,

so what's that make me?

- Full of surprises.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes