Juggernaut Page #4

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It's naive.

He's your brother, Dean.

I see nothing from you.

No-no emotion, no effort,

nothing.

Why are you involving us?

You don't like this?

This life that I made

for us?

Now you got Jack thinking

that I'm responsible for...

But why aren't you?

You're out of your element.

It's not naive actually,

it's f***ing stupid.

And now I owe

this a**hole sheriff.

I get your point.

It's not a point!

I get whatever it is then.

You're really gonna hate me

in a minute.

(DOORBELL RINGS)

What did you do?

What did you do?

Amelia, did I ever tell you

about the time Dean and Saxon...

You like stories,

don't you, Leonard?

I got one for you.

Once upon a time

there was a father.

He abandoned his wife and

children to become a drunk.

They lived happily ever after.

Did you forget

your medication?

What medication?

Saxon takes pills

for his moods.

He's uh, bipolar.

Well, I think half

the planet's bipolar.

And the other half

is half bipolar.

So...

(LAUGHS)

I forgot the wine.

Why can't they just bury

the hatchet?

Hah.

Girl, if they ever bury

the hatchet

it'll be in each other's backs.

This was around long

before you were.

Them boys been on a collision

course since birth.

What do you mean?

When Saxon was born

we brought him home

from the hospital.

He was real quiet,

quiet like a mouse.

Whenever Dean would

go near him, only Dean,

Saxon would scream.

I mean he would...

he would really scream.

Scream his lungs out.

Damnedest thing I ever saw.

Sometimes it's just science.

There's something wrong

with you.

Something's missing.

Clayton Bowman.

Come again?

Clayton Bowman.

What's that?

You know who it is.

Who the f*** is

Clayton Bowman?

Dean, isn't it tiring?

I mean, why can't

you just be who you are?

I mean, who you really are.

As in a f***ing tiring...

What the f*** are

you talking about?

Why can't you just be normal,

huh?

I'm gonna get you.

(LAUGHS)

One may smile and smile,

and be a villain.

Shakespeare. I'm impressed.

I didn't know you could read.

What's next?

Uh, money is the root

of all evil.

Love of money is the root

of all evil.

Love.

You think you're one of

the strong people, Dean?

Well, you're not.

Why's that?

Because everybody gets

what's coming to them.

Sooner or later.

Hmm.

I wondered why

you were so quiet.

That's you all over,

isn't it?

Bottled up until you explode.

Ugly all over someone.

Today it's me.

It's always been you.

Yeah.

You're a time bomb.

Ever since the f***ing day

you were born.

Tick. Tick. Tick.

I didn't know you were

this shy.

I mean, you seem to be

saying I'm an a**hole,

but you're not saying it.

Yeah...

(SCUFFLING)

(GLASS SHATTERS)

(GRUNTING)

Thanks for dinner.

I'll get you to the clinic...

(HEAVY BREATHING)

Told you.

Science.

(ENGINE IDLING)

(ENGINE ROARS)

(ENGINE REVS)

(MOTORCYCLE CRASHES)

(KNOCKING)

What're you doing here?

I don't know what

I'm doing here.

(MUSIC PLAYS SOFTLY)

What to do with this wild

and precious life?

Are you asking me that?

You ever want a regular life?

What's that?

Marriage.

Kids.

Some families shouldn't

go on for generations.

Some families should end.

You remind me of her.

I know that's a

big compliment.

What was she like?

We just saw the world

in the same way.

You know what I mean?

Mmmhmm.

People look for people

who love all

the same things that they do.

I used to joke that I wanted

to find someone

who hates all the same things

that I hate.

(LAUGHS)

What do you hate?

That people always inevitably

disappoint you.

If you know them long enough.

I can hate that with you.

Dad?

Maybe one of us should talk

to him.

I don't see what good

that'd do.

He's got some crazy notions

in his head.

You ever remember a time

when he didn't?

Saxon might be dumb

but he ain't stupid.

I don't know about that.

You know he's got

a new friend.

And one of your old ones.

Football.

When we were kids,

how we used to play.

Just kept going.

Through people,

through exhaustion.

Wouldn't stop.

No quit in him.

Just kept going

and going and going.

Never around 'em,

always through 'em.

Wouldn't even turn around

to see the wreckage.

Full tilt 'til he hit the wall.

You remember what

they used to call him?

He lives life like that, too.

Why are you telling me this?

I don't know.

I'm gonna put

my arm around you.

I can't keep up.

With who?

The worl-the world.

I'm tired.

(GENTLY SINGING IN FRENCH)

(GENTLY SINGING IN FRENCH)

(GENTLY SINGING IN FRENCH)

(HORN HONKS OUTSIDE)

You look like sh*t.

Yeah, I got hit by a truck.

What's your excuse?

Seriously?

You think that's got anything

to do with us?

I don't know.

I didn't have a chance

to ask him

why he was running me down.

Yeah, well, we've been

rattling some cages,

you gotta expect

some consequences.

I think getting hit by a truck

felt pretty consequential.

(LAUGHS)

You'll live.

Get in.

Hi there, reverend.

Forget your costume?

I'm not gonna lose

my temper.

Then I won't recognize you.

You know I've always

respected you.

Oh.

Well, that's a big weight

off my mind.

I need you to stay away

from Saxon.

Really?

Well, I'm afraid

I can't do that.

He came to me.

He asked for my help.

He don't need

your kind of help.

Well, maybe you better talk

it over with him.

Oh, but then you can't,

can you?

Because just like me he sees

right through you.

He's as angry as you,

I'll give you that.

I pray for you both.

F*** you and your prayers.

Why don't you save them

for your flock?

I'm asking you to stay away

from my boy.

Next time I come,

I ain't asking.

I was wondering when

you'd get here.

Hello, Leonard!

Goodbye, Leonard!

Why are we here?

This is where Clayton Bowman

used to work.

Used to?

Clayton Bowman's a ghost.

If he's doing something

it's not in this town.

Let me check it out first.

You sure?

Alright, I might have

something else.

I'll be back in an hour.

One hour.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Hi.

So you're the one asking

about Clayton Bowman?

Yeah.

He's a friend.

Last I heard he was

working here.

How can I help?

Well, I was wondering

where I could find him.

Find him?

Yeah.

A forwarding address,

phone number, anything.

Uh, I'm sorry to say

the only place you're gonna find

him is in Pinewood Cemetery.

Clayton died.

How'd he die?

Car accident.

He drove his car off a cliff.

Landed in a river.

I guess they figured

he was drunk.

They figured?

Wasn't there an autopsy that

could tell if he was drunk?

There was no autopsy.

They never found the body.

How did they know

he was dead?

His convertible went off

a cliff.

It was a wild river.

I guess they figured

he floated out,

drifted downstream somewhere.

That's a lot of figuring,

not a lot of facts.

Well, what can I say?

It was pretty obvious

to everyone what happened.

There was no shortage of

people looking into it.

I'm sure the police would

have taken a special interest.

A special interest?

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