He Never Died Page #3

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What time is it?

About 9:
00.

I've been here since 6:00.

All right.

I-17... I-17

O-75... and

B-1! Does anyone have B-1?

Hey, if you're an alcoholic or

something, I can get you something else?

Hey!

Oh, man...

Hi.

Hey!

I'm a melancholy

man That's what I am

All the world surrounds me

and my feet are on the ground

Hey.

Here ya go.

Shouldn't be carrying so much.

Thanks.

Sh*t happens.

When all the stars are

falling out onto the sea

And underground an angry

voice is carried on the wind

Whoa, man. Sorry about that.

And you'll remember

what's being said

By all the good men

this world's ever known

A number man is

what you'll see

Oh, f***, man!

You just go an' do that?

You just f***ing got sh*t all over me.

Man, I should f***ing lay you out.

You better give me money for

all the sh*t you just ruined.

Yeah, you should give

us everything you got.

You look 14.

Man, suck on these nuts.

And give your sh*t

before you start bleeding.

You. How old are you?

He's old enough to f*** you up.

I'll take it.

Hello, Jack,

I couldn't find your last name.

I just wanted you to let you know that we

are going to kill Andrea K. Huntsmen...

if you don't show up at the docks.

See, you decided to kill

an associate of ours, so...

we went right ahead and

kidnapped her earlier today.

And killed a Mrs. Gillian

Huntsman in the process.

I didn't mean to do that.

But you know, these

things do happen.

Midnight at the docks, don't

call the police, blah blah blah.

And see you then. This is

just for your information.

Bye... when do we kill

this f***ing b*tch?

Okay.

Um.

Loser Syndrome?

Loser Syndrome.

Yeah?

Hey.

Hey.

What's going on?

I don't know. Nothing.

It kind of looks like something.

It's nothing. I'm fine.

What was that this morning?

Today?

You just kinda ran out.

That's right. Sorry.

I just... my head was in a bad place.

Oh... how are you now?

Steady.

That's good.

- Cara!

- Yeah.

You've got a call.

- Who is it?

- Who do you think?

Just let him know to stop calling?

I do, but he's a lunatic.

I don't care... take care of it.

I, uh, I gotta take care of this, so...

Real quick, what are you havin'?

Steak, rare.

Okay.

What about Ted? I mean,

I know he's skinny...

- but you know what they say about skinny guys, right?

- Cara...

your boyfriend is outside.

He's not my boyfriend.

I still don't care. He's

causing a disturbance.

Oh, sh*t, sh*t, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Don't be a nob.

Don't!

Oh, they're really going at it.

Is there anyone else?

No, it's just the two of them,

but I'm calling the police.

Oh, come on!

Look, they're gonna start

throwing at each other, Norm! F***.

Cara... what the hell's wrong with her?

The guy seems borderline retarded.

Yeah, you would know. Hello?

Yeah, I'm at Times

Square Diner, I've got...

I got it.

Oh... um... cool.

Give it to me!

My own goddamn car back! God!

Give me my goddamn purse!

Uh-huh, here you go. Take it!

You? What the f***, dude?

I'm talking to...

You better cut that sh*t out, or

I will f***ing floor you! I swear!

Jack! Get the f*** out of here, just leave!

Now, Jack! Please.

Don't!

I just get...

Ugh...

I'm taking the car!

Well, I am gettin' it back!

Well, whatever, b*tch! Go be a whore!

Oh! How am I a whore, huh?

Tim, you do not take that car!

Do not take the car!

Goddamn it! F***!

What? Why did you do that?

You're dating Tim?

No... I mean, well, I was...

but we were miserably hating each other...

because we co-own a

car which we both need.

Oh, my god, you know Tim?

A little.

Oh, Jesus Christ, why did you do that?

It seemed appropriate.

No, it wasn't...

but... thanks... I guess.

Look, I know, you walk all the time.

Yup. How far are you going?

It's about 12 blocks.

You'll be all right.

Yeah. I'll be fine. Well, see ya.

- Take care.

- Sh*t.

So we live like

six blocks from each other.

Looks like it.

Do you have the time, by the way?

Oh... it's 12:
48.

Do you have a

middle-of-the-night appointment?

I had something, but... it's over now.

Oh, right, too busy

getting punched in the head?

Well actually, it was probably better

than the alternative I had planned.

That was amazing, by the way.

You won a fight by not doing anything.

Did you used to box or something?

A little actually.

Neat.

So, what do you do anyway?

I mean, I see you almost everyday and

then other than your name being Jack...

I don't really know anything about you.

I didn't know you had a

daughter until recently.

Where is she, by the way?

She's probably with her

mother at this point.

Oh.

Well, I grew up with split parents.

She'll be all right, she seems resilient.

I like to think so.

And honestly, if I had to pick what

your daughter would sound and act like...

...it's pretty much Andrea.

That's a shame.

No, no, that's a good thing.

You guys have like this... bantery report.

I don't know, that stuff's important.

I didn't have that with my mom or my dad...

and I wish I did.

Did you have it with your parents?

Jeez. You're kind of out there, aren't you?

Someone just told me that.

Well, you are.

It's the normal ones you

have to be careful about.

That's the truth and a half.

So, what do you do?

You never talk about yourself.

I don't do much of anything

anymore, but when I did...

I did a little bit of everything.

Like what?

I was kind of a bodyguard for

a while. Then I sold antiques...

which probably made me the most.

I owned a few businesses.

Uh, construction for a while. Truck driver.

Teacher for a while,

history most of the time.

Military took up a good part of my life.

Manager for a whole slew of businesses.

Landscaper. Fisherman.

I bootlegged for a while.

Wreck diver. Minor...

for coal, silver, gold.

Stunt man for movies for a while. Nurse.

I was a medic for a while.

That's when I was in the military. Cook.

Prison. There's a good

amount of prison in there.

Professional gambler... horse breeder.

Potter. I made pots for a while.

Tinsmith, then a blacksmith.

Retail for almost everything.

Mechanic...

- Wow.

- Yeah.

That's just a lot.

Yeah.

You're like a

Jack-of-all-trades.

Oh, god... um...

Well, I went to business school

for four years to be a waitress.

What did you want to do?

I wanted to own a coffee

shop and I did for a while.

And it failed, and

then, um, I got divorced.

And I became a waitress

to get back on my feet.

And I guess I still am,

because I'm still at

the diner, which I hate.

But I do enjoy the lack of responsibility.

I was never a waiter.

You'd be terrible at it.

You're right, I would.

That is the most I've

heard you say, by the way.

That's the most I've said in years.

Well, I'm glad I was here for it.

This is me, by the way.

God, I am such a wimp. You

walk to the diner everyday?

I like walking.

Walking, bingo, and getting punched in

the head. I know three things you like now.

That sums me up.

Well, thanks again.

Okay.

This could be bad.

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