Gravesend Page #10

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I THINK TO MYSELF

WHAT A WONDERFUL

WORLD:

OH, YEAH

I HATE THAT SONG, MAN.

TURN IT OFF.

TURN THE RADIO OFF.

Radio:
THE SOFTEST STATION

IN THE TRI-STATE AREA.

IT'S 12:
01

ACCORDING TO MY CLOCK,

AND WE'RE HEADING

INTO THE WITCHING HOUR

ON THIS COLD:

WINDY MORNING.

STAY TUNED BECAUSE

WE HAVE ANOTHER 35 MINUTES...

LET'S GO, MAN.

Ray:
WHERE YOU GOING?

CHICK, COME MAKE

A PHONE CALL WITH ME.

I'LL BE RIGHT BACK,

ALL RIGHT? COME ON.

I GOTTA MAKE:

A PHONE CALL.

Ray:
ZANE, HURRY UP!

SHUT UP.

IT'S COLD.

IT'S NOT THAT BAD.

WHAT HAPPENED?

GIMME THE GUN.

WHAT HAPPENED?

I COULDN'T DO IT.

YOU WHAT?

I COULDN'T DO IT.

YOU WANT TO GO:

TO JAIL, MAN? HUH?

YOU COULDN'T DO IT?

YOU WANT TO GO TO JAIL?

NO! I'M SORRY, MAN!

I'M SORRY!

YOU'RE SORRY?

YOU'RE SORRY?

YEAH.

YOU'RE SORRY?

YES.

IF I GO TO JAIL,

YOU GO TO JAIL!

YOU HEAR ME?

YOU HEAR ME?

IT'S F***IN' COLD.

IT'S F***IN' NICE, MAN.

I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU GUYS

ARE COMPLAINING ABOUT.

LOOK AT:

THE F***ING STARS, MAN!

COME ON, MAN!

IT'S TOO COLD

TO BE HERE.

WHY DO YOU:

WANT TO BE HERE?

WE USED TO DO THIS

ALL THE TIME, RAY-RAY.

COME ON, MAN.

F***.

THIS IS THE WAY:

IT USED TO BE, BRO.

SH*T.

HANG WITH THE GUYS, MAN.

THIS IS WHERE I HAD

MY FIRST F***, MAN.

RIGHT HERE ON:

CONEY ISLAND.

THIS IS WHERE I HAD

MY FIRST BONE, HERE.

MY FIRST JOINT, MAN.

Zane:
THIS IS WHERE I ASKED

MARY TO MARRY ME, MAN.

YOU KNOW WHAT:

SHE SAID TO ME?

SHE SAID I WAS CRAZY.

YOU GUYS THINK I'M CRAZY?

F*** IT, MAN.

YOU KNOW WHAT?

YOU GUYS ARE GONNA

THINK I'M A FAG...

BUT I MISS HER, MAN.

THINGS AREN'T THE SAME.

THEY NEVER WILL BE, MAN.

TIME IS LOST, MAN.

WHY DO YOU:

ALWAYS SAY THAT?

I'M TALKING ABOUT,

WHY DO YOU ALWAYS

HAVE TO SAY:

HOMO OR FAG OR QUEER

OR LESBIAN?

WHAT THE F***

DO YOU CARE, MAN?

I'M TELLING YOU

IT BOTHERS ME.

COME ON, GUYS.

LET'S F*** THIS SH*T.

WHY DOES IT BOTHER YOU?

I'M GOING TO BED.

ZANE...

I HAVE TO TELL YOU

SOMETHING.

TELL ME WHAT?

MIKEY, DROP IT, OK?

COME ON, GUYS.

LET'S JUST GO TO SLEEP.

COME ON.

LET'S JUST, LIKE--

MIKEY, LISTEN, MAN,

I DON'T WANT

TO TALK ABOUT IT, MAN.

JUST FORGET ABOUT IT,

ALL RIGHT?

LET'S GO TO BED.

WAKE UP TOMORROW AND

GET SOME F***ING NATHAN'S.

ON YOU, RAY-RAY.

Chicken:

THAT'S RIGHT.

GOOD NIGHT, MIKEY.

GOOD NIGHT.

GOOD NIGHT.

GOOD NIGHT, CHICKEN

GOOD NIGHT, CHICKEN.

GOOD NIGHT, MIKEY.

MIKEY!

CHICKEN,

WHERE'S MIKEY AT?

HE'S GONE.

MIKEY!

OH, WE GOTTA

DO THIS NOW, MAN.

WE GOTTA TAKE:

CARE OF THIS, RAY.

WE HAVE TO TAKE:

CARE OF THIS.

CHICK, YOU READY?

LET'S DO THIS.

NO. WE'RE NOT

GONNA GO TO JOJO'S.

IT'S OVER.

WE'RE NOT GONNA

GO TO JOJO'S!

WE'VE SPENT

ALL THIS TIME...

WE'RE GOING TO JOJO'S.

WE'RE NOT GOING TO JOJO'S.

I'M GOING TO THE COPS.

YOU'RE GOING TO THE COPS.

HE'S GOING TO THE COPS.

WE'RE NOT.

YES, WE ARE. COME ON--

F***IN' LEAVE ME ALONE!

NO! NO! NO!

DON'T--

RAY! HOLD UP, RAY!

MRS. LONGO...

NO.

MIKEY'S NOT HERE.

IS HE THERE?

ZANE, HIS JACKET'S

IN THE CAR.

MIKEY'S NOT HERE.

IS HE THERE?

ALL RIGHT...

LISTEN TO ME.

LISTEN TO ME, PLEASE,

JUST FOR ONE SECOND.

LISTEN TO ME, PLEASE.

ALL RIGHT,

JUST LISTEN TO ME.

WILL YOU LISTEN TO ME?

LISTEN TO ME!

GET RID OF THE GUN, CHICK.

CHICKEN, GIVE ME A HAND.

CHICKEN, GIVE ME A HAND!

Sal:
AFTER 72 HOURS,

THE POLICE LET ME GO.

NO APOLOGIES,

NO EXPLANATIONS.

NOT THAT I EXPECTED ONE.

THE COPS JUST NEVER

BROUGHT IT UP AGAIN.

WHEN I FINALLY GOT HOME,

I BEGAN TO HEAR WHAT

OTHER PEOPLE HAD HEARD.

AND FOR A WHILE,

I AVOIDED TALKING ABOUT IT.

EVENTUALLY, MY PARENTS

MOVED FROM THE NEIGHBORHOOD.

NOT TO PLAY:

THE SYMPATHY ROLE,

BUT I GREW UP:

IN A NEIGHBORHOOD

A LITTLE DIFFERENT FROM

THE REST OF THE WORLD.

THERE ARE CERTAIN RULES

WHICH ARE EMBEDDED

IN THE STREETS,

WHICH ARE WRITTEN NOWHERE,

BUT WE ALL KNOW:

THOSE RULES,

THE SAME WAY:

WE KNOW OUR ABCs.

AND YOU CAN'T JUST COME HERE

AND LEARN THOSE RULES.

YOU HAVE TO BE BORN HERE,

SPEAK THE LANGUAGE,

EAT, PLAY, AND DIE HERE.

ARE YOU LUCKY:

NOT TO LIVE HERE?

I'D ARGUE THAT.

I'M PROUD

OF WHERE I COME FROM

AND LIVING HERE ALLOWS ME

TO SEE THE WORLD

A LITTLE DIFFERENTLY.

LIKE ANYONE:

WHO LIVES IN A GHETTO,

YOU LEARN WHAT'S REAL

AND WHAT'S NOT PRETTY QUICK,

AND YOU CAN'T PAY

ANY INSTITUTION ENOUGH

MONEY TO TEACH YOU THAT.

[LIGHTER CLINKS]

AFTER A FEW MONTHS

OF SHAKING KIDS DOWN,

QUESTIONING EVERYONE ALL THE WAY

TO THEIR GRANDMOTHERS,

THE COPS, LIKE EVERYONE ELSE

IN GRAVESEND,

TURNED THEIR BACKS AND

NEVER REFERRED TO IT AGAIN.

I DON'T LIKE

TO GET SENTIMENTAL--

ME AND MY FRIENDS

WERE NEVER LIKE THAT--

BUT WHEREVER YOU GUYS ARE,

GOOD LUCK.

AND IF YOU CAN SOMEHOW

COME BACK,

DON'T COME BACK

TO GRAVESEND.

NO ONE WANTS TO KNOW

OR HEAR YOUR NAMES.

[SIRENS]

[EXPLOSION]

BUTTERFLIES, TIMID EYES

FALLING DOWN TO THE SEA

AT HIGH TIDE:

BRINGING ME:

BACK TO THE PLACE

I CAN FEEL...LOW

SHOULD BRING ME:

BACK HOME:

COFFEE CUP, BELLY-UP

TO THE BAR:

WE WALK IN PAIRS

SCATTERED BY NUMBERS

DARE US TO STARE

AT THE SUN:

WRITTEN EVERYWHERE

THE END OF TIME:

IS HERE:

BEWARE:

IF YOU BELIEVE:

THERE'S A HEAVEN

SOMEWHERE BETWEEN

YOU AND ME, YOU AND ME

WELL, I WILL TRY

TO BELIEVE:

THERE'S A HEAVEN

BUT THE ANGEL:

GONE BLIND:

IN THE SWEET:

SUMMER SNOW:

I HARDLY REMEMBER

WHAT I USED TO KNOW

WHAT I USED TO KNOW

WHAT I USED TO KNOW

RIDE A LANE:

'CROSS OPEN PLAINS

TRUTH--LOOK ON WITH

DISDAIN AT THE FEAR

NO ONE WILL CLAIM IT

AT THE END OF THE DAY

DESIRE AND REMAINS

AND IF YOU BELIEVE

THERE'S A HEAVEN

SOMEWHERE BETWEEN

YOU AND ME, YOU AND ME

WELL, I WILL TRY

TO BELIEVE:

THERE'S A HEAVEN

BUT THE ANGEL:

GONE BLIND:

IN THE SWEET:

SUMMER SNOW:

I HARDLY REMEMBER

WHAT I USED TO KNOW

WHAT I USED:

TO KNOW...KNOW

WHAT I USED:

TO KNOW...KNOW

MMM:

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