Hot Summer Nights Page #2

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(MUSIC PLAYING)

(THUD)

(SOFTLY) Oh, my God.

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

(SLOW ROCK GUITAR

MUSIC PLAYING)

(GLAM ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

(GIRLS LAUGHING)

(SLURPING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

WOMAN:
Honestly, f*** you.

Yeah. F*** you!

BOY:
She was the biggest fox

in 50 miles.

Most kids I know

would've chopped off a nut

just to touch her hair.

Phil Lambert once stole

a pair of her underwear

from the girls' locker room.

And he has the picture

to prove it.

I mean, like,

every boy in town

used to jerk it to her.

I know I did.

Still do.

Before he and his prom date

were killed by a drunk driver

on the Mass Pike,

Ricky Worrel

swore on his mother

he saw her naked once.

He said if you rode your bike

past her house

at just the right time,

you could steal a look

in her bedroom window.

He promised everyone she had

a mole on her left tit

which, if true,

would be the closest thing

to an imperfection

ever documented about her.

Too bad he was alone,

no one could back him up.

That Bazooka Joe

would be the closest

he ever came to kissing her.

He kept that piece of gum

until the day he died.

Others had better luck.

Freshman year in high school,

she was dating a senior,

Kirby Wells.

He was the first kid in town

to get a tattoo.

But when he drowned

that summer in Louis Bay,

she didn't bat an eye.

Or so the story goes.

But Kirby Wells

wasn't her only ex

that wound up dead.

By junior year,

she was dating a linebacker

on the Boston College

football team.

And he would drive up

from Chestnut Hill

every weekend just to see her.

- I play football.

- BOY:
But when she dumped him,

he was so heartbroken

that he quit the team.

And then,

when he heard

she had a new boyfriend,

the poor bastard hung himself

by the neck.

(CAR DOOR SHUTS)

It smells

like f***ing sh*t in here.

Can you take me home?

(GIRL SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

Come on, gorgeous.

Enough with the hysterics,

all right?

You're embarrassing yourself.

Suck a f***ing dick, a**hole.

Who's the river rat, huh?

Or you could just stay here.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(LIGHTER CLICKING)

Want one?

What?

Oh, no. No, thanks.

I have asthma.

That blows.

He looked like a real...

He looked like a real a**hole.

(CHUCKLES)

And how would you know that?

He was eating Raisinets.

Food of...

Food of a**holes.

- (RADIO SWITCHES ON)

- (CLASSIC R&B MUSIC PLAYING)

(GIRL LAUGHING)

What?

What are you laughing about?

(CLASSIC R&B MUSIC CONTINUES)

- Wanna hear a joke?

- (SWITCHES RADIO OFF)

Sure.

You're not going to laugh

'cause it's not funny.

Okay.

Okay.

So, this

man walks into a man

with his pet... (STAMMERS)

(CLICKS TONGUE) This, um...

Just gonna start again.

This man walks into a bar

with his pet giraffe.

And the giraffe just

goes to sleep on the floor.

And there's a bartender

in the bar,

and he says, "Hey, hey,

what's that lyin' there?

"Can..." You know...

And the guy says,

"That's not a lion,

"that's a giraffe!"

(CLICKS TONGUE)

That's my joke.

You're dumb.

What's your name?

Uh, Daniel. But people

call me Danny.

Why Danny?

'Cause...

It's cool.

I don't really think

it's cool,

so I'm just

gonna call you Daniel.

- Cool?

- Cool.

Very cool.

(SIGHS)

Hey, what... What's your name?

(CHUCKLES)

(SIGHS)

(PATTING POCKETS)

F***.

(WHEEZING)

(SIGHS)

(CLASSIC R&B MUSIC RESUMES)

You know,

I drove her home last night

in my car.

And, uh...

I just, I can't get her

out of my mind.

Her nails were, like,

painted black

but she chewed 'em down

real low and, uh...

This look she gave me, man...

This f***ing look...

I don't even know her name.

(CHUCKLES)

What would you say

if I told you

I wanted

to start selling weed?

No, don't tell me this is

about f***ing p*ssy.

No, no.

- Nah.

- It's about p*ssy.

- No, no, no.

- (COUGHING)

Wow, I'm, like, really high.

I'm, like, really high.

HUNTER:

Where's this chick live?

What?

- Where does this girl live?

- She...

Oh, just, like,

over near the airport.

Oh, f***.

DANIEL:
"Oh, f***" what?

Uh-oh...

Did you bang her? (LAUGHS)

She's got, like, a penis

or something? (GIGGLES)

She's my sister,

you little sh*t.

Well, is it cool if I...

Just leave her alone.

- Okay.

- "Okay"?

- No. No "okay." I'm serious.

- Yeah, no, dude.

- I'm serious.

- Yeah, yeah.

- Leave her the f*** alone.

- All right. Okay, okay.

Yeah.

Don't tell her

I said anything.

She doesn't talk to me

anymore.

Why... Why not?

She's gonna get outta here.

She's gonna go on

and live a good life.

Yeah.

Okay, all right.

All right, forget her,

you know.

I still want

a piece of your action.

- Why?

- Look, look,

cops are all over you, dude.

Nobody know...

Nobody knows me.

- You're serious?

- Yeah, I'm...

- (SNICKERING)

- I'm serious.

Why not?

Exactly.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

Yeah.

DANIEL:
So what's

the standard pricing?

A gram goes for 10 bucks.

We call that a dime bag.

That's what

we smoked at the party.

Exactly. Good,

you're a fast learner.

What's this one?

That's 3.5 grams.

We call it an eighth.

It's 30 or 40, depending

on how good the bud is.

Most people

wanna buy those things.

What about this bad boy?

That's a zip. It's an ounce.

So it's 200 bucks,

give or take.

If more people bought these,

my life would be

a lot f***ing easier.

Well, we should sell

more of those.

Yes, we should sell

more of these.

But you can't make people

buy what they don't want.

And how can we

make them want it?

(PUFFS)

You're a smart little f***,

you know that?

You're too smart

for your own f***ing good.

(COUGHING)

All right?

(INAUDIBLE)

BOY:
And so it began.

Over the next month,

they sold all up and down that

town and five towns over.

And if you were like me,

which means

you were getting stoned

in lower Cape Cod that summer,

you were getting it

from Hunter Strawberry

and Daniel Middleton.

(CAR ENGINE STARTING)

(MUSIC BLARING ON CAR RADIO)

(POLICE SIREN WHOOPS)

(MUSIC STOPS)

(INDISTINCT POLICE RADIO

CHATTER)

(GLASS SQUEAKING)

OFFICER:
You're new

out this way.

- Yes, sir.

- That wasn't a question, pal.

(SIGHS) Happens every summer.

And when the air's so heavy

you can't breathe,

the nights turn long

and sleepless

and the stars feel like

they're burning out above you.

The whole world

feels like it's

folding in.

When you long

for cooler times,

do you know what it is

that's gonna tear you apart?

No, sir.

You will soon.

See you further down the road,

Mr. Middleton.

HUNTER:
Yeah,

that sounds like Calhoun.

DANIEL:
Who?

Calhoun. That's his thing,

just putting the fear of God

into anyone

- that'll f***ing let him.

- Okay, yeah.

He scared the sh*t out of me.

He's been on my back

for f*** knows how long

and I'm still here.

Hey, I don't know about you,

I don't wanna end up

in Walpole

getting f***ing butt-raped

by a skinhead in the showers.

Whoa, whoa, whoa,

take it easy, bro!

No. I had a half pound of weed

in the back of my car

when he pulls me over.

That's insane.

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