Don't Look Back

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Stay down.

- Where do you think he is, Jesse?

- Could be anywhere.

Come on.

Let's go, come on.

Go!

- What is it?

- Thought I heard Morgan.

Behind us.

- What are we doing?

- We're waiting, Steve.

- Here he comes.

- There's Morgan.

He'll come rushing in like always.

We'll get him.

Now!

You'll walk the plank, Bluebeard!

You're going to be food for sharks.

You'll never take me alive.

Gotcha!

You got me.

I can see it.

My whole life flashing before my eyes.

You know, Morgan, you always die good.

- What are you doing?

- We're going to bury some treasure.

- Here's our treasure chest.

- Great! Now all we need is the treasure.

I got treasure...

...my lucky clearie.

- My Apache arrowhead.

- My penny that was run over by a train.

Careful, Jesse. That knife is sharp.

Your turn, Steve.

Repeat after me...

Some day we'll come back

and dig up the treasure.

"Some day we'll come back

and dig up the treasure."

- And we'll never split up.

- "And we'll never split up."

"We'll never split up."

Hey, Jesse.

- Hey, Bridget.

- Jesse!

You look like sh*t.

Thanks.

Listen, can you hook me up, darling?

I'm a little on edge.

I can't do that for you. I'll get you a beer.

Carl, can I have a beer?

Yeah, sure.

Is there anything around?

Mouse or Elliot?

No.

I don't like to see you look like this.

You can move back in with me, you know.

Any time.

I'd like that.

I wish I could.

Thanks for the beer.

You're wasting your time on that one.

He's just a junkie.

I can't go to Mouse, I'm flat broke.

Can't you just hook me up? I'm hurting.

- I can't help you, man.

- I need something, bad. Come on.

Sh*t.

- Step off, man.

- Know it blows, bro.

You're $1 short and a day late, baby.

They gone.

They all long gone.

But you know what?

They had that good sh*t, too.

Right!

What are you trying to f***in' sell me?

There ain't no f***in' crank in this.

Hey, motherf***er.

Thought you said you liked dope.

Boo.

What the f*** are you doing?

Sh*t! What's happening, Jesse?

Jesse!

Jesse.

- Mouse here.

- Hello, Mouse. It's Jesse.

- F***in' Jesse...

- No, don't hang up!

- Do you have my money?

- Yeah, I do. I got some money.

I swear to God, man. You hear that?

That is cash.

- Great. I'll see you in the morning.

- Not in the morning. I need some now.

- It's too late now.

- I'll give you all that I owe you and more.

Come on, please. Let me come over right now.

All right, you sh*t. We'll do it now.

Thank you very much. Thanks.

F***.

- I'm going to split.

- Okay, man. I'll see you later.

No, I mean, I'm going to split.

Go stay with Bridget maybe or somewhere.

What about my money, man?

You still haven't paid me sh*t.

Let's see... Uno, dos...

...tres hundred dollars. Is that cool?

Yeah, man. That's cool.

Want some spaghetti?

I think I'll pass.

The drumming sounds good, man.

Have you seen Bridget? She been here today?

She left about 30 minutes ago.

- Did she say where she was going?

- No, just that she was hungry.

Tell her good-bye. I've got to split.

- How about paying your bill?

- Yeah.

Motherf***er!

Come here!

Sh*t!

Flight 421 to Houston, now boarding at 37 D.

Your attention, please. Flight 421

to Houston, now boarding at gate 37 D.

- How much to go to Galveston?

- Galveston?

Yeah, right!

Galveston's 50 miles from here, boy.

Can you take me or what?

You got the money, honey, I got the time.

Morgan, here. Leave a message

after the beep. I'll return it if I feel like it.

- How long will you need the boat?

- About a month...

...to go back and forth to the island.

All right. Why don't you just buy it

with that wad of money you got?

What would I want to buy this piece ofjunk for?

I'm driving a boat in Texas now!

Hey, Morgan.

F*** me a-running.

God damn!

Sh*t.

You're lucky you came to see the doctor

because I'm going to fix you right up.

I got your medicine, buddy.

A little cool pop on the rocks.

Nothing like it to settle your stomach.

- Thanks.

- Salud.

Damn.

Fixing to fight a war?

If I ever have to.

Yours?

No. Some chick named Shelley.

You know they always like to leave something.

Gives them a reason to come back.

You're not dead.

Me and Steve, we thought

you had to be dead or something.

You didn't call.

You didn't write.

Hey, dude.

You look like sh*t.

I'm okay. I'm just a little beat.

The curtain just moved again.

Man, Steve is going to sh*t his drawers.

I called him this morning,

but some woman answered, so I hung up.

That's no woman, that's his wife.

He's married?

Steve's been married so long,

he's wearing f***in' golfing shirts.

She's something else, I'll tell you that.

Her Daddy's an oil man, loaded to the tits.

- Steve's a big old corporate f*** now.

- Figures.

What about you?

You still playing that guit-fiddle?

You rich and famous out there yet?

Yeah, I'm rich and famous.

What about yourself?

I'm working them off-shore oil rigs.

You must be hauling in good money.

I make enough to keep me

in beer and poontang.

Hold on. Here he comes.

Hey, Skipper!

That's a snappy-looking sports coat

you got on there, Skipper.

How you doing, Marshall?

Hey, Skipper.

Seems like to me you'd have been

back up in Humboldt by now.

I was going to call you today.

I got a problem down here.

I'm working on it now.

Just about got it fixed back.

Fixed back?

Yeah, it's a long, f***ed-up story.

I'm lucky I'm even here.

Where's the money?

That's the problem.

Sort of. I know where it is.

I know who's got it, anyway.

You remember Chuck T?

Chuck T. From Humboldt? Yeah.

He's letting us use his house

out there in Topanga.

Why don't you come with us?

You can tell us your story

about how everything got screwed up.

He's got a pool table.

- What do you say?

- Okay. That'd be good.

Are you mad at me?

Look at that. His wife's name is on

his damn boat. P*ssy-whipped or what?

Ship ahoy, a**hole.

What do you say, Morgan?

I hear you're a Republican now, Steven.

Jesse?

- I'm afraid so.

- Where you been?

He's a world traveler, been everywhere.

Now he's back. You believe it?

Why didn't you let us know where you were?

I don't know, I should have.

Why didn't you let your granddad know?

He went to the police. They didn't know.

Everybody thought something

must have happened to you.

- I'm sorry.

- Seven f***in' years and not a word!

Know what you put us through?

You couldn't call?

- You couldn't write us a postcard?

- Damn it, Steve, back off.

I came back to see y'all.

You don't have to start giving me sh*t.

- Damn.

- Come on.

Come on.

Hold on.

It's great to see you.

Get off the goddamn rag.

- Daddy!

- No.

You're kidding.

Jeremy, come over here

and say hey to your Uncle Jesse.

Hey, kid.

Hi, Uncle Jesse.

- Good shot.

- Wasn't that f***in' hard.

- Where do they live?

- I'm serious.

Shut the f*** up, this is their neighborhood.

Steve lives here?

He's big sh*t. He's corporate and all.

This is big, clean...

Little Stevie!

Hey there, Michelle. How you doing, darling?

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