Last Man Club Page #2

reason why he might have run away?

No, I can't imagine.

Did he seem like he was happy,

you know, living here?

Well, yes, I mean,

for the most part.

I see.

Hey, I wonder if your dad went

to visit friends or something.

Most of his friends are dead.

He did get a letter the other

day from a Pete somebody.

Ok. You got like a number,

address for this guy?

No, but... but I can...

I can look for it.

Yeah, all right. Well, look, I think

I've got enough to get started.

I think a '58 Ford Fairlane, unregistered,

is probably pretty easy to spot.

- Sh*t.

- What?

- Cop.

- Sh*t!

- What do you mean, sh*t?

- I don't have a driver's license.

- Me either.

- Sh*t!

- Uh, make up a story. Uh...

Tell him I'm sick or

something, all right?

- What?

Oh...

Afternoon, officer.

- Do you know why I pulled you over?

- No.

Driver's license and

registration, please.

Oh, god, I forgot my wallet.

Do you have any registration

for the vehicle?

Well, it's actually my

grandfather's. Excuse me.

Grandpa?

- Grandpa?

- Is there a problem?

He's actually... he's...

He's very, very sick.

Where are you headed?

To a funeral...

In Pennsylvania.

You're taking your sick

grandfather to a funeral?

Yes, well, he's actually...

He's... he's sick with grief.

His mother...

His mother?

She was a hundred

and six... Teen?

- Why are you asking me?

- No, I'm not.

Ok, step out of the car, please.

To the back.

Hands on the trunk.

Do you normally wear clothes

like this for funerals?

- No, I...

- Don't move. Shut up.

Sir, can you hear me?

Sir? Are you ok?

- Sir, can you hear me?

- Ok, that's it! Hands up!

- Back away. Against the car.

- Oh, sh*t.

- Get against the car!

- What are you doing?

Get in the car! Get in!

Ok, uh, all right.

Handcuff one of your arms.

- Hurry up!

- All right, ok.

Ok, put hands behind your back.

- Is that too tight?

- Yeah.

I'm sorry. Get in.

Sorry!

Oh, sh*t!

- You pointed a gun at me.

- I wasn't gonna shoot you.

- Why did you do it?

- I was scared.

Look, I can't go back, ok?

I can never go back.

What, did you

break out of prison?

Yeah, you could say that.

Do I look like a convict?

I can't go back either.

Look, I'm sorry if I screwed

things up for you.

If the police weren't looking for

you before they certainly are now.

- We've gotta ditch this car.

- We can't do that.

- Why not?

- It's my wife's car.

- You took her car?

- She passed away ten years ago.

Still wear your wedding ring?

That's cute.

- What are you doing?

- Giving thanks.

Yeah, but we're in public.

Since when is it embarrassing

to give thanks?

Yeah, you really are old school.

- What's in Galveston?

- Pete.

Guy who flew with me

during the war.

He's in the hospital and he

doesn't have much time left.

- So why all the trouble?

- It's hard to explain.

The brotherhood of men

and the experience of war.

I get it.

My whole life has been

one battle after the next.

Absolutely not.

He has no family. He has endured

a lifetime of mental anguish.

Over a wound that most men

could not have lived with.

Mr. Williams has been in and out

of this institution since 1946.

I am very familiar

with his case history.

And he doesn't wanna live out the last

few months of his life in restraints.

He's become a danger

to himself and to others.

Besides, we need the bed

space. You know this.

I'm recommending he be transferred

to the state sanitarium.

He's not dangerous

and he's not crazy.

He's angry, and he wants

to die with dignity.

I was unaware, nurse Ripley,

that the RNS on my staff

were qualified to make

psychiatric evaluations.

It's just that I've gotten

to know him.

And since you are one of the most

respected professionals in this hospital,

well... I thought you might

handle this case personally.

I'll have a few sessions with him

before I make my final decision.

But no promises.

Ok?

Something else?

I got some information on your father.

Wanted to share it with you in person.

- Is he all right?

- Well, we're not sure.

- What do you mean?

- I'm afraid your father's been kidnapped.

Possibly carjacked. An officer witnessed

your father being held at gunpoint.

Who would wanna kidnap

an 80-year-old man?

Apparently an attractive young

woman in an evening dress.

Really?

Hey. Hungry?

Got you some donuts.

It's me. Romy.

What do you think?

- What did you do to your hair?

- Felt like being me for a while.

You like it?

Yeah. It's fine.

Fine? Eagle, never tell a

woman she looks fine, ok?

That is pretty much the worst compliment

you could pay a lady. Eat a donut.

I also got you something else.

Try these puppies on.

Mm-mm. Mm-mm.

- Mm-mm.

- Ok. How about these?

Mm. Mm-mm. Mm-mm.

All right, well, last ones.

Let's hope we get lucky.

Better.

- But not great.

- Well, it's better than nothing.

Here, drink your coffee.

Thought you would appreciate

a little patriotism.

What are you doing?

Just tell me if anyone's coming.

- You really are a criminal.

- Well, then, arrest me.

This isn't gonna work.

Well, you said we can't

ditch the car.

They'll still be looking for a

1958 black Ford Fairlane.

Look, relax, all right?

I've got a plan.

Some plan. Now that the car is

clean they'll never spot us.

Oh, you said something funny.

There's hope for you yet.

Ah, this is perfect.

- What's going on?

- You'll see.

- What the hell is that?

- You know what? Will you just relax?

Here. Why don't you go read

something?

Jeez.

Hey, why don't you grab

a can there?

I was in kind

of a red mood today.

I hadn't noticed.

- How's he doing?

- He hasn't been violent.

I mean, he's been ok. He's been

very interested in art projects.

And he hasn't... He's been really

nice to the other patients.

That's interesting.

In my opinion, taking off those

restraints was a bad idea.

- You know his history.

- All too well, Dr. Campbell, all too well.

We're gonna have to watch him.

His behavior is not very

convincing.

Oh. Nice work, Mr. Williams.

Oh, thanks, doc.

You know, I feel like I'm

redefining my life in a way.

Oh? How so?

Well, that anger issue that I had, I'm...

I'm beginning to get a grip on that.

- Tell me more.

- Well, that thing about my mother.

I mean, thanks to you, now

I... I really understand it.

It could have made a whole

difference in my life, but...

well, never too late,

as they say.

How remarkable,

especially considering we've

only had one session together.

Oh, yeah, yeah. Here, here.

I made that for you.

Oh, look at that. Wherever did you

find an orange rabbit, Mr. Williams?

Thank you.

You're welcome, doctor.

- You got an address for your friend?

- - No.

- You don't know where he lives?

- Somewhere in this town.

- You got a phone number?

- It's not listed.

You mean we came all this way and

you didn't even know if he's alive?

Oh, I'm pretty sure

he's still alive.

Look, I got you here, right? I

held up my end of the bargain.

- I've got a train to catch.

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