Lean on Pete Page #7

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Ricard, you got the rest of my stuff?

MAN:

This is all right. Yeah.

Part of my life is...

(OVERLAPPING INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

What's your name?

Charley.

Harley? Harley?

- Charley.

- (CHUCKLES)

When did you get into town?

I haven't seen you here before.

I'm Silver.

How old are you?

Can you not talk?

I'm 18.

I just got into town yesterday.

Sh*t. Newbie.

So where are you sleeping?

- Colfax.

- F***!

Hey, that's no good.

There's nothing but junkies around there.

You'll get f***ing raped

and murdered off Colfax.

I can look after myself.

Yeah?

All right, well, that's your choice.

SILVER:

Utah.

Idaho.

Uh... Montana. We were in Montana.

For, like, I don't know, six weeks.

It was great.

Wanted to go to Alaska, but I don't

know if this thing will make it.

Are you sure she won't mind me staying?

Martha? Nah.

She's got a brother she hasn't seen

in a long time about your age.

No worries.

Hey, we got a guest.

You can go ahead and put that there.

Come on in, check it out.

Charley, Martha.

- Hey.

- Martha, Charley.

Go on.

Fix this door.

Hey, do you guys think I could

get a job around here?

I'd do anything.

Yeah. Yeah.

There's a lot of jobs...

around here for homeless kids.

I'm not homeless.

Well, I hate to break it to you, but...

...that is exactly what you are.

Anyway, there's no jobs around here.

Ask the Mexicans.

They're the only ones

that seem to get jobs.

See? She talks.

Hey, could I borrow your phone?

Sorry, man.

Hey, would you guys mind

if I borrowed your phone?

I just need to make a quick phone call.

All right.

- Thank you so much.

- Just one call?

- Are you gonna stay right here?

- Yeah, I'll stay right here.

Just one phone call.

Thank you so much.

MAN:

Yeah, this is Scottish Sam's.

Hi, Dwaine? Is this Dwaine?

This is Charley Thompson.

I'm calling for Margy Thompson.

I heard that you might know who she is.

Well, sure, I know her.

Well, I knew her. She ain't here, though.

Do you know where she is?

Yeah, she got married

and moved to Laramie.

Do you know who she got married to?

A guy named Steve.

He was a chemical salesman.

She was working at the library

there in Laramie.

Do you know what library she works at?

I don't know.

There's probably just the one.

- OK. Have a good day.

- All right.

(MEN INSIDE BUILDING CHATTING IN SPANISH)

Hi.

What do you want?

I heard you might be hiring.

From who?

From the Mexicans at the Mission.

I'm looking for work.

You ever paint houses before?

We moved around a lot,

my dad and I, and we painted...

- How old are you?

- I'm 16.

- You ever been in jail?

- No.

- What's your name?

- Del Montgomery.

(MAN SPEAKS SPANISH)

Everything OK?

Yeah. Thanks.

(COUNTRY MUSIC ON RADIO)

BOY IN GARDEN:

Check this out! Hey, Dad!

Over here!

You'll get more once you do a full week.

Thanks.

(SILVER SINGS DRUNKENLY)

- Hey, is he OK?

- No.

No, he's...

(GIGGLING)

He's not good when he's drunk.

So, if he doesn't pass out,

you should leave, OK?

- Want any help with anything?

- No. Mm-mn.

You sure?

Yeah.

- You OK?

- Yeah.

You cock-sucking little f***!

Thieving, good-for-nothing b*tch!

What the f*** are you doing?

What the f*** are you doing?

- Get the f*** off me!

- Drinking our water! Huh?

- Eating our food!

- Get off me, man!

I want my f***ing money!

- I don't have any f***ing money, man!

- Bullshit!

- I don't have any!

- Bullshit!

Hey! You got a job! I know you did!

That means you got f***ing money!

I don't have any f***ing money!

- I didn't get paid!

- (MARTHA WAILS)

- Martha, grab his f***ing arms!

- Get the f*** off of me, man!

- Where's the money?

- Leave him alone, please!

Agh! (SOBS)

- Give me your f***ing leg.

- Get the f*** off, man!

I bet you hid it in your socks,

little sh*t!

- Get the f*** off of me.

- Ahh!

- Leave him alone!

- You little f***ing liar!

- What are you gonna do?

- Give me my money!

Please stop!

Get the f*** out.

Give me my money!

Give me my money!

MARTHA:
Get the hell out of here, Charley!

Just get out!

(SOBS)

- SILVER:
Come on.

- MARTHA:
F***!

(MARTHA SOBS)

(MEN SHOUTING IN DISTANCE)

(MUSIC POUNDING INSIDE PASSING TRUCK)

(BOOT LOCK CLUNKS)

(CLANKING)

(DOGS BARKING)

Give me my f***ing money back!

SILVER:

F***!

Come on! Give it back!

What the f***?

- Argh!

- MARTHA:
No!

Jesus Christ! You...

Urgh...

(SILVER GROANS)

F***!

(MARTHA SOBS)

Get out. Get out!

- This is my f***ing money.

- Get the f*** out!

- I'm sorry.

- (SILVER GROANS)

(MARTHA SOBS)

(WRENCH CLANGS ON GROUND)

(WATER DRIPPING)

TANNOY:
We want to invite all passengers

to board for Laramie, Wyoming,

from Platform 2.

That's Platform 2 for Laramie, Wyoming.

Thank you.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

Charley?

What...?

Ohh...

Hey.

Feeling any better?

I don't know.

I felt really guilty not keeping better

contact with you and your dad

after what happened

between him and me.

I'm sorry.

I tried once.

But...

You tried?

Yeah, of course I tried.

You're my little Charley.

Of course I tried.

Can I ask you a question?

Sure.

Would it be all right to stay here

for a little bit?

As long as your husband says that's OK.

I'm not letting you go anywhere.

And there's no more husband.

Not any more.

You stay as long as you want.

You and me.

Can you eat some more pancakes?

You used to have a really good appetite.

(KNOCKS ON DOOR)

- MARGY:
Yeah?

- Is it OK if I come in?

MARGY:

Yeah, Charley, come in.

- Are you sure?

- MARGY:
Yeah, come on in.

- OK.

- (DOOR HINGE CREAKS)

- MARGY:
Hey.

- Hey.

If you wanna kick me out

in, like, a week or so, you can.

I'm not gonna kick you out.

No, but if you want to,

I won't feel bad about it.

I'll be OK.

That's fair.

But maybe if I do get to stay,

then I can finish up my school here?

You have to go to school,

it's the law.

Maybe I'd get to play football

if I get back to school.

Of course.

And the other thing is,

if I have to go to jail...

do you think

that I'd get to come back here?

You're not going to jail.

But if you did, yes.

OK.

You need to go to sleep.

Get some rest.

I get nightmares.

About my dad.

About... Pete, sometimes.

Just that he's drowning,

and that I can't save him.

I just get really sad sometimes

that I can't save him.

It's OK, Charley.

- I'm here now.

- Mm-hm.

And the nightmares...

are gonna get better.

They might not go away completely,

but they're gonna get better...

...the more good times you have.

And we're gonna have good times, Charley.

Yeah.

I promise.

I just miss him a lot.

(SOBS):
I miss him so much.

Sshh, sshh, sshh, sshh, sshh.

(CONTINUES SOBBING)

(BONNIE PRINCE BILLY:

The World's Greatest)

I am a mountain

I am a tall tree

Oh, I am a swift wind

Sweeping the country

I am a river

Down in the valley

Oh, I am a vision

And I can see clearly

If anybody asks you who I am

Just stand up tall

Look 'em in the face and say

I am a giant

I am an eagle

Oh, I am a lion

Down in the jungle

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