Don't Look Back Page #2

Hi, Morgan.

I want you to say hey to Jesse, the Jesse.

Steve told me you were back for a visit.

Nice to finally meet you.

- Nice to meet you.

- See there.

We're on our way to the Point.

Thought you both might want to come.

We'd love to, but my parents are here.

Hi, there.

Steve, come on now! Let's go get drunk.

Get some clean underwear on.

So you say this cat's name is Jesse?

And you been looking for him.

I've been looking for him.

I tore up half of goddamn Hollywood

looking for him.

I almost caught the son of a b*tch

in a crosswalk.

In a crosswalk?

But he got away again?

I couldn't get out of the f***in' car.

You didn't take that money yourself, did you?

What?

Hell no, Marshall!

God damn it! I didn't want to come down

here in the first place.

Skipper, son, this is a major f***-up.

You lost track of a lot of my money.

I know I did. I'm sorry, I just f***ed this up.

This is business, did you know that?

Are you pissed off at me?

- Did you tell me the whole story?

- Yeah.

I gave you all the damn details. I know

I'm good with details, you've said that.

Take your finger out of your ass

and send this prick to get our money, or...

Duff, I believe I'd keep my mouth shut.

I got half a mind to send your ass

back to Humboldt County, but I won't.

I appreciate that. Thank you.

I'm sorry I f***ed this up.

But I'm going to do the best I can

to help straighten it out, I mean it.

I'll set it straight.

You told me the whole story?

Yeah.

- Didn't leave anything out?

- No, I didn't leave nothing out...

Get this sack of sh*t out of here,

then clean this up.

This is not our house.

How are we going to get the money?

We find Jesse.

Will somebody light a joint?

I got a f***in' headache.

I've been up in Alaska

working on them crab boats.

Made a bunch of money.

So I went to Vegas

where I lost it all playing roulette...

...but not to worry, I won it all back

and then some playing blackjack...

...so I thought I'd spread it around,

come back here and spend it on my boys.

- Hell, get it out, man.

- That's great.

Hey, fellas. Those three little chicky birds

are looking at us.

Don't you start...

Excuse me, Lou-Ann.

We would like to buy those three,

hot, little chicky birds some alcohol.

- And another round for this table here.

- No, you better count me out.

- Come on!

- I promised Michelle I'd get back...

Relax!

We'll get you back.

We don't want you getting conked

with no rolling pin.

It's just that her parents go to bed

real early and...

That's sweet.

Couldn't do it. You know, my balls, Jesse,

they sensitive to squeezing.

- Morgan was married. Did he tell you this?

- No.

- Did he tell you he was married?

- This Morgan?

- This Morgan. Did he tell you?

- He was married?

He didn't tell you about this?

Tell him, how was that marriage?

- F*** you.

- I'm just curious. How was that?

The longest six weeks of my life.

I'll tell you that.

You were married for six whole weeks?

That's a long time for you.

Then, the dumb f*** went

and joined the Marines.

The Marines?

I was in the Marines, and watch it

with that "dumb f***" sh*t, Steve.

- I'm proud to be a Marine.

- Yes, sir.

- Dumb f*** to you, son.

- This guy wanted to go the damn Gulf War.

- Get out. You were in the Gulf?

- Yeah.

What was that like?

Hell, man. There were 17,000 of us

on ships off the Kuwait coast.

I was on a Nassau.

I was primed. I was ready to hit the beach.

I couldn't sleep at night thinking about it.

Me and my buddies...

...storming through the surf, up that sand,

going to kick Abdul's ass, right?

So we waited.

We waited.

And we waited.

- And?

- They never sent us in.

We were just a f***in' decoy.

That's all we were.

The whole show went on without us.

The biggest goddamn disappointment of my life.

The closest I came to combat

was an incoming from a f***in' seagull.

He's pissed he didn't get a chance

to shoot anyone.

No, I ain't. Don't make fun

of sh*t you don't understand, son.

Greatest honor a man can have

is to die for his country.

- Don't you understand?

- I don't know.

Thank you. I don't think I agree.

I don't think I'd be willing to die

for anything any politician...

...or government told me to.

Not me.

There are some things

I might be willing to die for.

Like what?

Like what?

Like what would you be willing to die for?

I'm a little curious.

- My family.

- Your family?

What about your friends?

What about me and him?

What about me or him?

You, maybe. You're an a**hole.

- Salud.

- Salud.

Jesus Christ! The f***in' friends I have.

I ate it all, Mommy.

- Good.

- Can I go out and play?

Sure, honey.

This guy's fat. Skipper said Jesse was skinny.

This guy's long gone. He's probably

spending our money in Hawaii.

We'll find him.

Here's your peppers, honey.

I'll give you some onions.

Saut them in some butter, slowly.

Jesse Parish.

How are you, Granddad?

Tolerable.

That's good.

What are you making?

Don't rightly know till I finish it.

What happened to the bait shop?

Blowed down.

How come you didn't build it back?

You're pretty good at this.

How come you didn't come back here?

Ain't heard hide nor hair of you for years.

Ain't got no money to speak of.

To tell you the truth,

I wasn't going to ask for any money.

I was going to give you some.

You can use it for the bait shop

or whatever you want.

Where'd you get that?

Don't tell me. I don't want to know.

And I don't want none of that, neither.

I guess I shouldn't be surprised

at your irresponsible ways, boy.

Just like your mama was.

One of these days I expect

she'll come waltzing back in here, too.

I doubt that.

You ain't staying here with me, are you?

No, I'm staying at Morgan's.

I was going to say you could stay

in the tool shed in the back.

I got kind of used to staying by myself.

Ain't nothing against you in particular.

Thank you.

When was the last time

that you called me by my name?

His name's Jesse. Long-haired rocker type.

He was supposed to hang out here all the time.

Hey, white boy.

What the hell them damn tattoos mean?

I know y'all not white supremacists,

some kind of Nazis.

Yeah, we are.

The tattoos mean we don't like n*ggers.

Know where this guy is?

No, man. We don't know no goddamn Jesse!

Y'all don't want Calvin

to cut your guts out, do ya?

There's a guy named Mouse.

He sells a lot of sh*t to the rockers.

Why don't you ask him?

If your boy's smoked out or a junkie,

Mouse'll know him.

Mouse.

Yee-haw! This is great!

Yee-haw.

Now I remember why I left Texas.

- What a dumb-ass, man.

- I hate to see that happen.

Would you ride one of them bulls for $1,000?

No.

Look.

Jesse, you feeling all right?

I got to go to the can.

Whoa there, fella. Don't you say "excuse me"?

F*** off, I've got to go to the bathroom.

- Don't they teach you freaks any manners?

- Get the f*** off of me, you redneck!

F***in' p*ssy.

I'm going to rip this goddamn door off,

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