Grand Canyon Page #2

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next year.

Yeah?

Mm-hmm.

I have to get her

a uniform.

Ooh!

I'm going to bed.

Sleep tight, baby.

Good night, Ma.

/t was more slow time

than Showtime

earlier this season.

The Lakers were simply

out of sync.

But a stifling defense

and a return of

that patented running game

has catapulted L.A. Back

into serious contention

in the west.

They're now just a game and

a half back of the Blazers

after ending Orlando's

magical road run.

Magic was hot as they

put up everything.

Dunleavy wanted a timeout.

His team was down by 10.

Here's EarvinJohnson

missing the layup.

This is Sam Vincent

of Orlando.

Three on one, the /ceman.

Jerry Reynolds

stuffing over Teagle.

The Lakers got hot

and went on a 20-point win.

Hello?

Hello?

Hi, guys.

Mack, what's wrong?

Nothing. I'm fine.

The car died.

Where?

Near the Forum.

Oh, sh*t.

Roberto.

On Manchester?

No, no. Like an idiot

I took a shortcut

and got turned around.

You've never been

where I broke down.

Sh*t. Are you out

of there now?

Yeah. I'm at a gas station.

Good.

You're lucky you got

out with your life.

It could have been

curtains, Dad.

Roberto,

could I talk?

See you

tomorrow, Dad.

Good night, pal.

You want me

to come and get you?

Nah. If they don't finish,

I'll take a cab.

Sleep. I'll tell about

my adventure tomorrow.

Adventure?

Mack, what happened?

Are you all right?

I'm fine.

Go to bed, honey.

I love you.

Love you, too.

Bye.

You can go swimming

in the ocean every day

and be perfectly cool,

you know.

Then one day,

one particular day,

you bump into

the big shark.

The big shark

don't hate you.

He's got no feeling

for you at all.

You look

like food to him.

You don't hate

hamburger, do you, huh?

Yeah.

Those boys back there,

they ain't got

nothing to lose.

If you just happen

to be swimming along

and bump into them,

well...

It might not be

worth worrying about.

It's like being

in a plane crash.

Well,

that's comforting.

I'm glad you

brought that up.

There just seems to be

so many ways to buy it,

particularly

in this city.

I'm amazed at

the end of each day

that anybody's alive.

Then other days I think

that maybe people

aren't so fragile.

Things have always

been kind of brutal,

and people just

keep on going.

You ever been

to the Grand Canyon?

I always meant to go.

I was there.

It only takes about

nine hours from here.

I know. We were planning

to take my boy.

How old is he?

15? Probably won't

want to go with you now,

probably go

with his friends

and his chick now.

You've missed

that boat.

What's his name?

Roberto.

Roberto.

After Roberto Clemente.

No sh*t.

Man, get yourself

to the Grand Canyon.

Beautiful, huh?

It's pretty, but that's

not the thing of it.

You can sit right

on the edge of it.

I did that.

I did everything.

I went down in it,

stayed overnight there.

The thing that got me

was sitting on the edge

of that big old thing.

Those cliffs and rocks,

they're so old.

It took so long

for that thing

to get to look

like that.

It ain't done either.

It happens right while

you're sitting there

watching it.

It's happening right now

while we're sitting here

in this ugly town.

Yeah.

When you sit on the edge

of that thing,

you just realize what

a joke we people are.

What big heads we got,

thinking that what we do

is gonna matter

all that much,

thinking our time here

means diddly

to those rocks.

It's a split second

we've been here,

the whole lot of us.

And one of us?

That's a piece of time

too small to get a name.

You trying

to cheer me up?

Yeah. Those rocks

are laughing at me.

I could tell.

Me and my worries

is real humorous to

that Grand Canyon.

Hey, you know

what I felt like?

I felt like a gnat

that lands

on the ass of a cow

that's chewing its cud

next to the road

that you ride by on

at 70 miles an hour.

Small.

Oh, yes...

it's small.

My name is Mack.

Yeah?

Simon.

Oh!

No!

Aah!

Aah!

/ said left!

/ told you left!

You scum-sucking pig!

/ must have

heard you wrong.

No!

/ told you not to move!

- Aah!

- Aah!

Aah!

Where's the shot?

What shot?

You took out the shot.

Which shot?

The money shot...

the bus driver's head,

the brains-

on-the-window shot,

the viscera-

on-the-visor shot.

We thought we'd show it

to you like this,

without all the...

Put it back.

Don't show me anything.

You don't need it.

You're not even

giving it a chance.

How does the rear-view

mirror gag work without it?

Am I the only one here

who respects the writing?

I got to help these kids

on the bus.

Right. Counselor

in training.

When I get back from camp,

I'll practice driving

every time we get in the car.

That gives me a month

to relax.

Have a great time, pal.

You, too.

I'll write a lot.

Yeah.

All right, you have

15 seconds to tell me

all the mother stuff

one more time.

Sunscreen, hat,

allergy pills,

summer reading,

floss.

Watch out for

poison oak, lyme ticks,

bears, dragons...

pestilence.

Just be careful,

O.K.?

Write if you

need anything.

Mom, I'm going to camp,

not the army.

I love you, sweetheart.

Me, too.

Be happy.

He's leaving home

Bye-bye

I got to go.

You O.K.?

Mm-hmm.

O.K. Call you later.

O.K.

I don't want

to go!

Come on, son.

Come on, son. You're

going to have fun. Really.

That's your

good luck hat.

Bye-bye!

O.K., Robby, you ready

for an adventure?

Mm-hmm.

We're going to figure

this town out, you and me.

Here we go.

You ride shotgun.

O.K., Mommy.

O.K.?

O.K.

Hey.

F***, you scared

the sh*t out of me.

The Rolex.

The car? You want it?

You got it.

A**hole. I told you

I wanted the watch.

The bleeding's

under control.

Just barely.

This guy's lucky.

What do we got here?

A gunshot wound

to the thigh.

Bone, muscle,

and arterial damage.

Is he conscious?

In and out.

Oh, looks like he's

coming out right now.

Severed the sartorious

muscle,

the anterior gracilis,

and partial trauma

to the rectus.

Femoral artery?

Jesus, what a mess.

Did the femur

just shatter?

See if it's even possible

to save the leg here,

O.K., O.K.

O.K.

O.K. Shh. Shh.

Yeah.

Yes. You got

a soapy head. You do.

Yeah.

What's that?

Yes, I know.

I know. O.K.

Here we go.

Right here where you can

see everything.

Mmm.

Yum, yum, yum, yum.

It's only

a paper moon

Sailing over

a cardboard sea

Where's that toe?

Here it is.

Look at this.

Oh, this is going

to look very good on you,

I can tell.

I know. Come here.

Go oopsie daisy, do.

O.K.

Who's up?

Mrs. Flores

and her three sons.

Mmm. Then what?

At 4:
30, Mr. Duk.

Mr. Duck?

Mr. Duk.

Mr. Daffy Duk?

You're awful.

That's why

I can't stand you.

Hello.

Honey?

Hi, Mack.

How you doing?

Good. I'm having

a good day.

Why are you whispering?

Am I whispering? I guess

I'm feeling quiet.

I've been sitting

out back.

I talked to Davis.

How is he doing?

Terrible.

Apparently, the bullet just tore

the sh*t out of everything.

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