Faith of Our Fathers Page #4
Yep.
They didn't have any rooms?
Some stupid boy scout jamboree,
all booked up for the night.
Ugh, where are we gonna sleep?
Well, so at least
it's not raining, no?
I think I have scoliosis.
There's a rock lodged
between my third
and fourth vertebrae.
Isn't this backwards?
Shouldn't the boy scouts
be sleeping outside,
working on their
camping merit badges,
or weaving a basket,
or something?
Yeah, is there some, like,
ultra-comfortable, super dry,
hotel room merit badge
that I'm missing?
Look, everybody/just stop
your complaining, okay?
It's good for you
to sleep outside.
It gets you closer to nature.
I like it out here, Wayne.
And I like you.
So, tel! us more about why
you guys are going to The Wall.
This guy shows up
on my doorstep.
Here we are.
John Paul told me
about the letters.
Can I read one?
You ever gonna read that thing?
You paid for it.
You might as well read it.
Paid for it?
Long story.
"Dear Eleanor."
Who's that?
That's my mama.
Where's she?
Dead.
Pretty name.
Dear Eleanor and Wayne,
it's been raining here
for 12 days straight."
Not much to say, I guess.
Just wondering
how you all are doing.
I've been looking at things
a little differently
thanks to this guy,
Steven George.
He's a good man.
He doesn't judge me
and I can open up to him.
He's small.
He's not a great soldier,
but he's bigger
than any man out here.
I've written eight times.
I haven't heard from you.
I'd like to know how
Wayne's doing in preschool.
Okay, I love you.
Eddie.
Ugh.
Hey.
Where is everyone?
You hungry?
I'm starving.
Starving.
Annie needs coffee.
That's good.
Who's got the coffee?
Need the coffee.
Why don't I wake him up
and then the four of us
will go get something.
Yeah, sure, mate.
Okay, cool.
Cool.
Wake up.
Wake up.
Maybe I'll just let them do it.
You know,
maybe we oughta just wait.
He's a little-
Well, mate,
I'm not waiting anymore.
I saw a store about
a mile back last night.
Come on Annie, let's go.
I can wait.
Look, you
guys, it's just not-
All right, look,
I'm sorry, okay?
I just get all cranked out
when I don't get good sleep,
all fight?
go get some coffee
and some breakfast stuff
with the car,
come back and get Wayne
when he gets up?
How 'bout that?
Yeah.
I don't know, you guys.
Well, then Annie
and I'll go get it.
I don't know.
No, it'll be fine, mate.
We'll just take the car.
Yeah, we'll be fight back.
With coffee.
She's a beauty.
Not a scratch, mate.
It's not that big of a deal.
I can just try to
wake him up one more time.
Oh boy.
Ringo, where's my car?
Tell me you didn't
let them take my car.
They said they'd be fight back.
How could you
let him take my car?
They said they'd be fight back.
No, you moron!
They stole my car!
Don't call me names.
Moron!
Stop calling me that.
Moron!
If you call me moron
one more time-
Oh, what? What are you
gonna do about it, huh?
Wait here.
Oh, tell me
you're not considering
the services of this car.
I'll take care of it.
Nice move, Grace.
Oh, why hello.
What's your name?
Um, look, we-
that car that's out there,
the one with the "for safe"
sign, I wanna buy it.
Twelve hundred dollars firm,
cash only.
I have $600.
Excellent handling.
Little girl?
We'll take it.
He's got the money.
You have $600?
Well, you handled that
really well, didn't you.
And I'm out $600.
No you're not.
You're only out $100.
And you know what, Wayne?
I really don't care,
because I did the deal
and the deal's done.
So, you could show
a little more gratitude.
Hey Ringo, guess what?
I'm not showing any gratitude,
'cause I'm driving
a 1984 VW Rabbit
when I should be driving
my 1965 Ford Thunderbird!
What are you doing?
Let's see what
this little baby can do.
Slow down!
I was wrong about this car.
Truck! Truck!
Truck! Truck! The truck!
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Whoo!
No, no, no, no, no!
Stop the car, Wayne!
Look, I have
a suspended license,
a few warrants, and no ID.
My name is Edward Brisko.
You got it?
Drivel; slowly
step out of the vehicle.
Place your hands on the hood.
Passenger,
put your hands on the dash.
Okay officer,
but this isn't my oar.
Don't move.
Okay.
This your cal?
Yes sir.
Step out of the vehicle, please.
Driver's license, registration,
proof of insurance.
You see, we were
just test driving it
'cause we just
bought it, you know.
No, we weren't test driving it
because we did just buy it.
And I don't have insurance
'cause I'm from
California, officer.
John Paul George?
Yes.
Three first names?
That's what I said, too, sir.
Where's yours?
Well, I don't have mine on me.
See, I was just driving
the car up the hill
'cause he can't drive a stick.
That makes two of you.
What's your name?
Mine?
Eddie Brisko.
This your friend?
Yes sir.
That his name?
No, it's Wayne Adams.
Put your hands
on top of your head.
Interlock your fingers.
You got 2 minutes.
Hey Cynthia, it's me.
I'm on my way home,
but I may need bail.
Bail? For jail?
Who are you fight now?
Calm down!
No, don't tell me to calm down.
Okay, I can't take this.
I don't know where you are
or who you're with.
Cynthia...
No, Jonathan, I am serious.
If you don't come home
fight now...
I can't come home
fight now, I'm in jail.
Cyn...
Women.
This is why we need dads.
So, you gonna
make a call or anything,
'cause I hear
the guys in D-Block
are planning an escape
at midnight.
This funny to you, Ringo?
Yeah, Wayne, it is.
It's one big joke.
So, what'd you do?
'Bama ain't the only state
I can't drive through.
Why?
'Cause this ain't the
first time I made this trip.
Came to The Wall 16 years ago.
My mama wanted to see it.
I never made it.
Got hit by a drunk driver.
Crashed our car into the bridge.
Mama died.
So S was scared
and I just hid
'til the ambulance came
and took her away.
I just ran.
Like a stupid kid, I ran.
I needed money to get home,
so I robbed
the first gas station I saw.
I didn't hurt anybody.
So just relax, Ringo.
You'll be out of here
in the morning.
Jesus, forgive me.
What am I doing?
I'm so sorry.
I ask this for Wayne's sake.
Be a dad to him.
All right, I need a perimeter.
How long do you think it's
been since they were here?
I don't know, hard to tell.
Probably a few hours.
Fire's still going.
What's that smell?
Don't touch that, Stevie.
Check that tent there, Shears.
It's clear.
Rigby?
Clear.
I'm afraid
it's pretty clear, Sarge.
What's wrong, sir?
I don't know.
Blood trail.
Al! right, boys.
Take five, cover, and conceal.
Move.
Which one of
y'all is John Wayne?
I'm John, that's Wayne.
John Paul George?
Yeah, that's me.
Like the Beatles.
Yes.
Three first names.
That's what I said.
Hey!
Free to go.
Check out at the desk
for your belongings.
What, do you like it in here?
Let's go, scoot. Come on.
Wayne Richard Adams.
Free to go.
Check out at the desk
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