Boys Don't Cry Page #2

You know, fightin' fires,

makin' lots of money,

and then travellin' all around:

Memphis, Graceland, Tennessee...

You dick. Graceland is in Memphis

and Memphis is in Tennessee.

I know.

- Maybe you've had enough.

- I ain't had any.

No sh*t, man. People like you, you don't need

drugs. You just hallucinate 24 hours a day.

All right, Tom, you're up.

Not me, man. I'm drinkin'.

Brandon, that means you.

- Yeah, stud! Let's go, cowboy!

- Come on, you can do it.

Brandon is a mean prizefighter from Lincoln.

Be careful what you say to him.

Tough. Very tough.

Don't let 'em scare ya. You can do it.

Freak!

Come on!

You can do better than that!

One more time.

John, come on. Stop it, John.

Oh, OK, OK.

- Take it easy.

- I'm fine.

Yeah, you're fine. You're f***ed up,

you know? You are one crazy little f***er.

- What are we goin' to do with you?

- Man, it's nothin'.

Wait, where are we goin'?

Wait, I'll drive!

There's a diamond

In her eye

It's a-shinin'

Up above

And the moon

In the sky

Say you want it

Tell her why

Where gamblers

Tell you lies

She'll take a tumble

And never lose

And in the mornin'

She'll wear a smile

She's made of stars

Oh, hi.

You sell, uh...

- Ruffles?

- Ruffles. Right over there.

Thank you.

Dream on, Lana.

- I can't be sellin' you no beer tonight.

- Fine. I'll browse.

The beer's in the back if you want it.

Hey.

Space cowboy!

I'm so wasted. I don't know

if I'm ever gonna come down.

- That's OK.

- I need beer.

Come here.

It's OK. It's OK.

It's OK. Here.

- It's for me.

- Can I see some ID?

Sure.

How beautiful!

Jesus Christ, I feel like I'm on acid.

It's like an album cover.

Would you, uh... care to join me?

- Come on.

- F*** off!

Don't you talk to me like that,

you skanky little snake.

Kwik Stop.

Hey! Lana!

Lana, wait. I'll drive you. I got Candace's car.

I'm walkin'.

Well, here.

What are you still hangin' around here for?

Well, I thought someone oughta

walk you home before you get an MIP.

I don't need anybody to walk me anywhere.

- Jeez, watch it.

- I don't need you to stop me from trippin'.

Lana, you are one cranky girl.

You'd be cranky, too, Mr I'm-Going-

To-Memphis-Graceland-Tennessee,

if you were stuck where there's nothin'

to do but go bumper-skiing and chase bats.

Hey, I've been bored my whole life.

Is that why you let John tie you to the back

of a truck and drag you around like a dog?

No. I just thought that's

what guys do around here.

Wait a minute. What's your name again?

Brandon.

The discs... took off from here.

That's all there is. Let's go back.

Lana? Lana?

Look, just go on home, OK?

God, I hate my life.

Lana?

I hate your life, too.

- Don't look at my stupid house.

- I'm not lookin' at your stupid house.

I'm lookin' at you.

What was I thinkin'?

Mom... come on.

Come on!

Did you eat?

It's all right.

Don't. It's OK.

Hi. Here, drink this.

You'll feel better in the mornin'.

Come on.

It's good for ya.

Yeah, I got a thing for cow.

I know a song about cows.

- My dad taught it to me.

- You're not gonna sing it for me, are ya?

No. I can't sing to save my life.

- Me neither.

- What?

Sure you can. You sing great.

That wasn't me. It was the karaoke.

So?

You were still great.

I couldn't do it.

A lot of people I know couldn't.

You don't know any songs about cows?

Sure I do.

Comin' to you this beautiful Friday,

October 27 th, this is Corn Report.

It is 8am. It is 45 degrees.

You'd better watch out. That winter is comin'.

Hey.

Is it always this nice in the mornin'?

I made you a little breakfast.

Wow!

Thank you.

My hand sucks.

How come Aunt Lana's asleep?

Well, your Aunt Lana is a nice girl, but

she is as lazy as the day is long, sweetheart.

Don't you be like that, OK? Huh?

- Answer if somebody asks a question.

- How are things with her mother?

She gave me April for a couple of days.

I love this song! Yes! Yes!

- Who's that lady?

- Who's that lady?

Who's that lady?

A real, real, real fine lady

Beautiful lady

I wish somebody would introduce her to me

Oh, get up. Dance with me.

Come on. Get up.

I didn't get a chance

I asked her to dance

Asked her to dance

It was love at first sight...

April... come here.

Jesus, turn down the goddamn music!

- Come on, honey. Loosen up.

- No, let me go, let me go.

You motherfuckers!

Why did they let you fuckheads outta jail?

Belly is cravin', I got a shakin' in my head

I feel like I'm dyin' and I wish I was dead

If I live till tomorrow, that'd be a long time.

I'll reel and I'll fall, but I'll rise on cod'ine.

You'll forget you're a woman

You'll forget about men

Try it just once and you'll try it again

You'll forget about life

You'll forget about time

And live all your days a slave to cod'ine

And it's real, oh, it's real

One more time

And some of them fall

And rise on cod'ine

I'm an a**hole.

What?

Blowout.

- What happened?

- Aw, I'm in the doghouse again.

- I've been there my whole life.

- Women, right?

Yeah.

- You gonna do a little damage control?

- And then you'll f*** it up again.

Come on. Oh, my goodness!

Hey... who are you? What's your name, huh?

- April.

- April?

- How'd you get such a pretty name?

- My daddy.

Yeah, that's true. I named her.

- Where are you goin'?

- See Lana.

All right. Go on.

Got an extra cig, man?

Thanks, man.

Is, uh... is she Lana's?

Lana's? No.

No, I had April with a different girl. Mallory.

This here's my real family,

even if it isn't my real home, you know?

I mean...

Lana...

I don't know. It's kinda hard to explain.

Well, I got 12 more like this at home.

I keep it in a secret place.

She wrote to me when I was in lockup.

- Lana did?

- Yup. She wrote to me.

Even my own mom didn't

write to me. But she did.

Lana and her mom. They took me in.

F***. F***er.

- Brandon, honey, where are your folks from?

- I'm from Lincoln.

But my dad's out in Memphis right now,

and my mom's in Hollywood.

- Hollywood?

- Yeah.

- Oh, wow!

- Yeah. My sister's a model.

- That's glamorous!

- Hey, Brandon,

- Why don't you clean these ashtrays for us?

- F*** you!

I'm just playin' with you, bud.

Brandon, honey, come here.

Over here. Closer, where I can see you.

Let me look at you in the light. Come on.

Come on.

Come here. Let me.

I can believe you got a model for a sister.

You're like a little movie star yourself.

Hey, April. Want a beer?

Hey! What the f*** are you doin'?

Here you go, hon. Here you go.

Have some of Daddy's.

Come on. Come on. Little bit.

Four years ago, you wouldn't have thought

he could take care of himself, let alone a kid.

Sh*t, four years ago you wouldn't

have been able to talk to him.

Prison?

And her mother! Jesus Christ!

And this one...

- This one kept that boy's spirit alive.

- Mom, just forget about that.

The little bastard pissed on me!

She hasn't had the proper trainin'!

- Your mother's an a**hole, you know that?

- John, she had an accident.

It's OK, sweetie. It's not your fault.

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