Don't Look Back Page #3

and whoop your scrawny little ass.

Son of a b*tch probably picked my wallet.

He's probably on dope, too.

Sir, I'm a police officer.

Could you open up, please?

Hold on, I'm taking a crap.

God damn it, open up, you little thief!

Would you come out, please?

Just a minute. I'll just get my pants up.

What the hell's going on here?

He said you tried to take his wallet.

He's crazy.

Look how he's dressed, for God's sake.

Hell, look at that shirt.

What are you high on, buddy?

Unfortunately, I am not high on anything.

If you'll excuse me,

I've got some friends waiting for me.

Excuse me.

The boy put this in my stall.

- What's your name?

- I'm not going to tell you.

What's your name?

You're so pretty. Where'd you go to school?

Where you from? What's your name?

F***.

Elizabeth.

What the f*** is going on?

Where'd he go?

Didn't he go the other way?

No, he was headed for the back gate.

There he is.

Get in here. It's us.

- Let's go. Come on.

- Let's get the hell out of here.

- What's wrong?

- Let's take him to the hospital.

No hospitals. Just get me back to Galveston.

- What are you doing?

- Tell me what's going on.

Did you steal something? Are you sick?

F***, he's not sick. Look, he's a f***in' junkie.

F*** you!

Sh*t.

- What happened to you out there?

- You don't know sh*t!

Just get me the hell home.

Not to Granddad's to Morgan's where my...

- You should've told us.

- Where my thing is!

- Lf you had come back, we could've helped.

- I am back!

I'm here.

How you doing tonight, Mouse?

What's the f***in' deal?

We just want a little information

and then we'll get out of here.

I'll give you a little information.

I don't like d*ckheads who invite

themselves into my f***in' house.

Actually, Mouse...

...Esmerelda here, she invited us in.

They're real nice, Mouse.

You shut the f*** up!

- Sit down.

- Don't tell me what to f***in' do...

God damn you, sit the f*** down!

God damn it!

You sure know how to piss a guy off, don't you?

I've got one simple question for you.

Where's Jesse?

Jesse? That f***in' skank head.

He lives on Franklin.

Franklin's a long street.

East of Highland,

in those little f***in' shitty buildings.

He lives with a guy named Gary.

He's a fat f***in' drummer, all right?

See how easy that was?

Someone's at your door.

Could you get it, you f***in' slug?

I'm coming. Keep your britches on.

- Hey, Michelle.

- Why are you doing this to my husband?

- Excuse me?

- I know all about you.

Do you?

You're a heroin addict.

But I'm going to stop.

You expect Steve to drop everything

and take a week off from work...

...and stay with you till you get off drugs?

- No.

- You think Steve's at your beck and call.

- No, I don't.

Michelle, honey, why don't you cool out a little?

You waltz back into town

and corrupt my husband...

...and go out drinking all night

and no telling what else.

I wouldn't do anything to hurt y'all.

Why don't you stay in California?

You don't belong here.

God damn it! That's enough.

This is my house. You don't come

in here talking that kind of sh*t.

He's a guest in my house.

Why would Steve ever care about you?

- Why?

- Why? There's lots of reasons.

You know what happened

in the summer of 1981?

- Morgan, don't, man.

- Shut your mouth. She needs to hear this.

You know Steve's dad was killed in a car wreck?

- Of course.

- His mom became a basket case.

One night she goes on a binge.

These guys get in the car

and drive all over town.

Finally, Jesse sees her car outside

that sh*t-ass bar, Mike's.

So, he goes in. There's Elaine sitting

in the booth with three f***in' big dudes.

She's out of it.

She's trying to get away from them.

They're not letting her go.

She's half-undressed.

He's a 16-year-old skinny f***in' kid...

...and he wades into them,

and they kick the living sh*t out of him.

But when he comes out of Mike's,

he's got Steve's mom with him.

To this f***in' day

she don't know what he did for her.

It's funny, she never did approve of Jesse.

She still don't.

That's just one f***in' story

about Jesse Parish. There's others.

I told them that Jesse was going to have

to pack some clothes for this coming week.

Just because you're going into the woods...

...I don't want y'all to be slobs

and never change clothes.

Come here.

God, I love you.

Squirrel hunting's great up here.

I thought that was for shooting Jesse

if he tries to escape.

That's funny. Y'all don't get it, do ya?

You f***ers are going to kill me.

You guys don't have clue one.

Come on. Let's go back to the city

and get me fixed up.

I can't do this.

Look!

There's nothing here.

Wake up.

- What?

- Jesse's gone.

He's gone.

- F***! You're supposed to watch him.

- I know.

- I fall asleep for three hours...

- I'm sorry!

- Sh*t!

- What?

- My rifle's gone.

- Are you serious?

Settle down. Go that way, I'll go this way.

We'll make a circle. We'll find him.

Hurry up.

I shot two squirrels.

- What's going on?

- You scared us half to death, cocksucker.

You don't be leaving like that,

taking a rifle without letting us know.

Sorry.

- Why don't you cook these?

- F*** you.

So, you're okay?

Everything's okay?

I guess, but I'm afraid

I'm not out of the woods yet.

I'm looking for somebody that might live here...

...an old friend of mine, his name's Jesse.

No Jesse here.

I think he lives with a guy named Gary.

Gary's kind of fat, plays the drums.

Gary Dell, he's always drumming,

driving everybody crazy.

He's in 422.

If he's home, you'd know it.

- You're a pain in my ass, man.

- I know.

- Ever since you were a kid...

- I said, yeah. Lay off.

Thank you, fellas. Be my valentine, all right?

What do you want? A blow job?

I don't know.

Y'all are my friends. You saved my ass.

Wish there was something I could do

to really thank you.

Are you serious about that blow job?

Where the f*** is Jesse?

Jesse split, man.

He's not staying here anymore.

Look, I'm really not one of Jesse's friends.

I should've known.

Maybe he moved in with Bridget,

his old girlfriend.

He said something about that.

- Where does she live?

- Sh*t, I don't know.

But she hangs out at Boardners.

Jesse hangs out there, too.

It's on Cherokee just down from Hollywood.

Hey, man. I'm back.

Hey, shitheel.

Hey, man. You okay?

Come on, open up the door.

- What's up?

- Nothing. What are you doing?

Sitting here thinking.

Know what I realized?

I was never very good at this.

Come on, man, I got a date.

Get out of the bathroom.

I've been meaning to talk to you

about something.

What?

It's about that money I got.

Blackjack, right?

I stole it.

Out in LA.

These two dudes

were trying to kill each other in a car...

...some dope deal or something.

I kind of stumbled on it and saw this briefcase.

I took it.

Are you shitting me?

I sh*t you not.

How much money are we talking about?

$200,000.

God damn.

- Where is it at?

- I hid it.

- Where did you hide it?

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