Cas & Dylan Page #3

pursue my writing career.

(music)

Have you ever heard the story

about Lost John Dean...

What is this?

- This is music.

- Uhh... It's awful.

- There is nothing

wrong with this music.

- There is nothing

right with this music.

- Did it ever occur to

you, Dylan, that there

might be something of

quality in this that you

just don't understand.

- No, no. This

is just terrible.

- It's bluegrass. It

tells a story. You are a

writer, aren't you? Give

it a chance. You might

learn a thing or two.

Long gone

from Bowling Green...

- No, I'm sorry. I hate this.

This is why

people kill themselves.

Even put bloodhounds

on his track

Yeah the doggone bloodhounds

lost his scent

Nobody knows

where Lost John went

(music)

- What did you do?

- I just figured we

can't be too careful.

We're homicidal outlaws

now. Well, you're a

homicidal outlaw.

(southern accent) I just

got mixed up with

the wrong folk.

- Where'd you

get the stuff?

- That variety store

next door. I got you some

stuff too, you

wanna see it?

- No. Where'd

you get the money?

- Hey, I'm just

looking out for our well

being here, okay? At

least somebody is.

- Hello, my name

is Stephanie and I'll be

your waitress today.

Are you ready to order?

- Sure thing,

Stephanie. Um, I'll have

the grilled cheese

sandwich, I'll have fries,

I'll have a coleslaw, I'll

have a side salad with

some balsamic on it. And

an apple pie. A la mode.

- And for you?

- Coffee.

Black. No sugar.

- Coming right up.

- Don't you hate

waitresses who tell their

name when they get to the

table? (mocking) Oh hi, my

name is Dylan and I'll be

your waitress today. I

mean have you ever

actually gotten your

waitresses attention by

yelling out her name? You

have to maintain that

anonymity for the

customer/server

relationship to work. Soon

as they become human, you

just feel bad. Be right back.

Oh sh*t. Hey Stephanie.

Yeah, can I get

that grilled cheese to go.

(music)

Oh be joyful

is that what you're brewin'

Does your daddy know

that's what you're doin'

This little girl's got a

reputation that's a 'ruined

She was giving them

the country way

Prick!

Machete in the trees

the hound dog on the chain

Wouldn't let a woman

playing the banjo in the rain

Tarot card tune

but the song's always the same

Jesus give me strength

Babe it's all right

I'm gonna

wrap you up tonight

Carry you out right

On time

Well she got comanche

she got her a coy

She got a young man

that she plays with like a toy

He don't mind

when she calls him little boy

That's the thing

that he enjoys

She wanna get it all back

but it's a little too late

She wanna start all over

on a shiny clean slate

Just kill him like a snake

and hang him up over the gate

Don't believe it

Just you wait

(Truck honking)

I'm gonna

wrap you up tonight

Carry you out right

On time

Hey all right

Ain't it good to be alive

Ain't it nice to be fighting

on the winning side

Yeah

(man):
I didn't

mean it that way.

- Thanks for

nothing you douche!

Hey! Cas! Hey!

Dr. Pepper, what are the

chances? This is perfect.

- No, no, not...

No. Nononono...

- Hey! Cas! Hey, hey!

What are you doing? I'm

not in the car yet! Hey

you just came back for me, I'm

getting very mixed signals from

you. What a skeazbag! Ugh.

That's why I hate

hitching. Ugh. That guy

was not the gentlemen

I thought he was, Cas.

- No kidding.

- Oh hey, about that

motel yesterday. Told you

I was good for it. Put

that back where it came

from. Well, that was an

ordeal. Probably could

have been avoided if you

hadn't ditched me back

there, but I want you to

know it's water under the

bridge, Cas. People make

mistakes, you know. I've

been known to act

impulsively from time to

time actually. These

things happen and I want

you to know I forgive you.

- You forgive me?

- Yeah. Yeah,

I forgive you.

- Bobby's not dead.

You've been texting him. All

this time. There are at least

twelve messages from him.

- Okay. Okay. I confess,

he's not a hemophiliac.

- Don't say that. I-- I

didn't believe it then, I

don't believe it now.

- What are we

talking about, Cas?

- Dylan, why

don't you go home?

- Because I

don't have a home.

Please. I

can't go back there.

- Dylan.

I'm going west.

All the way. What

are you gonna do?

- I'm good with west.

All the way. That's--

Fresh start.

- And what are you

gonna do when you get there?

- I told you I'm in

talks with that publishing

company out there. The

wheels are in motion, I

mean, yeah, they've been

playing phone tag with me

but I have a really good

feeling about this.

- Okay. First we gotta

set some ground rules.

- Okay. Shoot.

- One. Stay out

of my business.

- Done.

- Number two. No more

smoking. And I don't mean

just in the car. I mean

no more smoking. At all.

- I can quit anytime.

- Number three.

I pick the music.

- Okay. Just none of

that bluegrass crap 'cause

it's brutal--

- I pick the music.

- Okay, relax.

- Number four. No

talking. (chuckles)

- Aha right. Ever?

- Ever.

- Pft! I'm

not gonna do that.

- You're really bad at

that. When I say never.

Never. Stop talking!

- Okay, that's

a stupid rule.

- Stop it! No talking!

- Cas I can't go

without talking because

what am I gonna do when

I have to go pee or

something? I can't do--

- No talking. No

talking. Get out of my car.

- Keep it on the road, Cas.

- Stop talking.

I know you, rider,

gonna miss me when I'm gone

I know you, rider,

gonna miss me when I'm gone

Gonna miss your baby

from rolling in your arms

I know you, rider,

gonna miss me when I'm gone

I know you, rider,

gonna miss me when I'm gone

- Hey, you

got this in Kosher?

- Nope.

- All right.

Get it together.

- Hi, this is uh,

Dylan Morgan. I'm calling,

uh, again to follow up

on my manuscript that I

submitted to Susan Crosby.

Uh... Actually that'd be

great. Fri-- yeah I can

make Friday. I think.

Friday at 4:
30. Yeah, thank

you. Okay. Bye. Oh my god.

Permission to speak?

- Granted.

- I have a meeting

at Cresthill Books!

- Really?

(screaming)

- Yes!! Yes!! Yes! Yes!

- That's great.

- Oh my god! This is

like the company to work

with! This is huge, Cas!

Cas! Cas! Cas! Hey, you

look like sh*t.

- Agh. It's

just a headache.

- Yeah? You

want me to drive?

(chuckles)

- Over my dead body.

- You know, there's a

sort of sad irony to that.

I'm just saying.

Yes!

I told you the

wheels were in motion.

(music)

I made a wreck of my hand

I put it through the wall

I made a fist and not a plan

Call me a reckless

wrecking ball

I throw my plates

against the wall

And give it all I got

I aim to break

not one but all

I'm just a big

ol' wrecking ball

Ah. Mmm,

yeah that's good.

I am a rock

on top of the sand

I am a fist amidst the hands

And I break it

Just because I can

Oh!

(Horn dying)

(screaming)

(both screaming)

- It's my dog.

It's just my dog.

- What the f***?

I'm really sorry,

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