Kill Your Darlings Page #4
Since you didn't stop by earlier,
I just hoped to give you this.
Maybe he didn't want to see you.
I think he can speak for himself.
Yup. He says that we should
all have another round.
You've had plenty of time to celebrate.
Your library high jinks
made the morning paper.
I'm sure you're all very proud.
How do you know it was us?
Did he use that Bastille
line? 'Cause I gave it to him.
I haven't seen you for days.
You left this at my place.
You told the guards we were
there. Nobody else knew.
You wanted me to get kicked
out. You ratted on me.
Stop, Lu. You're losing control.
You know what comes next.
- I know what comes next.
- Yeah.
Cut him off.
Best of luck, Janitor.
- Excuse me?
- We are over.
Leave.
Look at me, Lu.
You said I was everything to you.
You are everything to me.
Everything to me, do you hear me?
Let's go.
Please, Lu. Please?
David, time and place.
Shut up, traitor.
You'd be dead if it weren't for me.
You'd be boring if it weren't for me.
And go!
Oh. my God!
- Jack!
- Jack!
Jack!
He broke his f***ing neck.
The warrior poet has passed on.
No!
- He lives!
- Excellent!
Judges award a...
Nine!
- Oh, my God.
- Jack.
All right, Ginsy, your turn.
No, no, no, no.
This is just the beginning, you know.
Your fault, Ginsy.
It's all your fault.
First thought, best thought.
I think I just puked on the inside.
Let's go, Jack.
- What?
- Wait. Al, are you coming?
No, Allen's got work to do.
Ten pages on Spengler's Decline
of the West. Due tomorrow.
Excuse me?
I'd be lost without you, Ginsy.
Come on, lion.
F***!
Allied fumes in Anzio...
Edie bird!
My Edie bird.
I'm just gonna use the loo.
Say hi to Gram.
...burrow and cover in a
honeycomb of trenches and foxholes.
We invited her over for her
birthday. We made her a cake.
Well, then we should have a drink.
How about a drink, Grandma Frankie?
You want some red wine?
- Where the hell have you been?
- I was out.
I packed all your stuff. It's in your
bag. I'm gonna be at Gram's tonight.
Hey, hey. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
- No, you just say that.
- I'm sorry.
It's one of your million words,
and they don't mean anything.
Just don't be here when I
come back in the morning.
I know this is crazy.
I don't even know what I'm
doing here, but I just had to
tell you I'm sorry.
Let me make it up to you.
Lu, where are you?
I'm going back to bed.
Another word and I call the police.
What the hell?
Jesus Christ!
What kind of sick son of a b*tch
would do something like this?
It was David.
I'll wring his f***ing neck.
It's okay. It's okay.
I have another idea.
Lu,
YOU!' paper.
Where are you going?
Sailing out.
To Paris.
We're gonna make a
ship as merchant seamen.
Jack knows the tricks.
You weren't gonna tell me?
We both know why you can't come.
F*** you!
You're a phoney.
And you got me and Jack and
Bill making your vision come true
because you can't do it yourself.
No, Allen.
You got what you wanted.
You were ordinary, just
And I made your life extraordinary.
Go be you now, all by
yourself. Leave me alone.
You don't mean that.
- Allen!
- Please.
Leave.
Allen, have you seen him?
- He's not in his room.
- He left.
I did something wrong.
Really wrong.
You have no reason to help me. But...
But?
I know who you are.
We're the ones he needs but never wants.
It hurts, doesn't it?
All I'm asking is that
you tell me where he is.
Please.
Let me see your papers.
Two seamen reporting for duty.
What's your name?
Arthur Rimbaud.
Go upstairs to get on the docket.
Let's go get on the docket.
Goddamn son of a b*tch!
Let me handle this.
How did you know that I would be here?
Listen, I spoke to a guy
upstairs. I got us two passes.
I packed for both of us.
We can leave.
The reason I am leaving is you.
Then you and Jack take
them. I'll catch up.
Come with me.
We're taking a walk.
Can I have a whisky, please?
I'm sorry.
Lu?
This came for you today.
Sam.
Jack, old chum.
I'm on a hospital ship
now. My gut's all tore up.
Anzio's gonna be the last
place I ever see with my eyes.
and found me in my tent.
I can feel metal under
my skin some places.
Some wen! clean through.
They're not even trying
to take it out no more.
The nurses gave me the same morphine
I gave to dying boys when I
didn't know what else to do.
"Wake, melancholy Mother,
"wake and weep!
"Quench within
"their burning bed, Thy fiery tears,
"and let thou loud heart keep... "
What was that?
Shelley's elegy for Keats.
What does that mean?
It means he's dead.
He didn't come back here afterward.
Nobody on the floor saw.
We have two in custody. Were
still gathering evidence.
So what else do we know about this guy?
Edie. Is Jack there?
You don't know?
Know what?
The police came and took
him down to the Tombs
as an accessory.
Bill, too.
What happened?
Allen.
Thank God.
He wanted to hurt me.
I had no choice.
You could've run, called the police.
Listen.
Somehow he found me at the Marine Hall.
He said that no matter where
I went, he would follow.
When I confronted him, he exploded.
I had to defend myself.
He wouldn't stop.
How did Jack and Bill
get roped into this?
I went to them after.
First, I went to Jack.
He told me to get rid of the knife
and to forget the whole thing.
But then I went to Bill.
He told me to get a lawyer.
To confess.
To say that it was an
act of self-defence.
The DA is asking for my deposition
in writing.
I can! do it.
I don't know what I'm going to do.
for the rest of my life.
Please don't leave me here.
I'll do it.
We're going to say that
it was an honour slaying.
"Relating to a lethal attack committed
"when the accused is defending
himself against a known homosexual,
"If the accused is heterosexual,
"he shall be pardoned.
"But if the accused is homosexual,
"the charge of murder
in the first degree... "
Dad?
It's $5,000 bail.
I know. I know it's a lot.
No Kerouac was ever
wrapped up in a murder.
Go to hell!
Would you all just shut the hell up!
You must understand that David
has been following him for years.
When Lu went to Bowdoin,
David appeared out of thin air.
So I sent him to Chicago.
Surprise.
David turned up there, too.
Then when Lucien wanted to go to Mexico,
guess who had a car
idling in the driveway?
But he didn't have to go with him.
He spun a web to ensnare my son.
That's why I brought him here.
Lot of good that did.
What happened in Chicago?
Thank God Lu has you in his life.
You know what, Allen?
He calls you his guardian angel.
That's what he called David.
That man ruined my son.
You're gonna help me
keep what's left of him.
Contrary to reports,
prison is not a tonic for the spirit.
All the district attorney cared
about was that David was queer.
And what did you tell him?
I said yes.
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