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rework it at the cabin

and when he's talking

to his kid on the phone,

have him scream out

for the kid.

I need him to work

as his ally, and, uh...

Call him James.

Call the kid James.

No, call him Jimmy.

That's more like a kid's name.

Jesus Christ.

What the hell's your problem?

This f***ing guy.

Go around me, a**hole.

Go around.

I said go around!

You wanna play games,

let's play games.

Try to work in that rest area.

Really creepy location.

It could be cool.

Guess I'll seat myself.

Excuse me, I don't mean

to interrupt your chores,

but could I get

a cup of coffee?

Thanks. Let me go wash up.

Hey, can I smoke in here?

Just wondering,

'cause it smells like smoke,

and I see you got the ashtrays

and the cigarette machines.

Do what you want.

I'm ready when you are.

I don't work here.

You brought me coffee.

You wanted one.

Anybody working?

Been here a while now,

and no one's even poked

their head out.

They're in back.

They're just playing cards.

They'll be out as soon

as their game is over.

It's usually quiet

this time of day.

You on some sort

of backpacking trip?

Not really.

I'll just stick

my head in the back.

Just let 'em know I'm here.

No, no, no. Don't do that.

Why not?

'Cause the owner,

he gets all pissy.

He's got a thing about

people going back there.

Hey, do you play Gin?

Where'd you say you were from?

Why?

I don't know.

I'm just trying to place you.

Wonder where I know you from.

Think you know me?

Maybe.

Maybe you don't know me.

Maybe our paths have crossed.

I doubt it.

Why would you doubt it?

You play guitar.

Shorten your nails.

Classical?

Yeah, I used to.

Haven't played in a long time,

I keep the nails though.

I don't know why, but I do.

You any good?

I was.

Then you stop playing,

you go from Jimi Hendrix

to Rusty Chops real quick.

My brother used to say that.

What?

That. Get the flu or some sh*t,

not play for a few days,

and he'd say

the exact same thing

about Rusty Chops.

Must be a musician thing.

- Must be.

- When did he die?

When did he die?

Well, he's dead, right?

Why would you say that?

I didn't. You did.

You said he used to say that.

So what? He could've quit.

Doesn't mean he's dead.

He younger or older?

He was older. Five years.

So he is dead.

Let me ask you something.

You got any brothers?

Yeah. One.

He dead?

Were you in the bathroom

at the rest stop down

the road a little while ago?

Were you?

Me? Yeah. I stopped

there to take a leak.

And I saw...

I thought I saw you there.

You know. Your boots.

Underneath the stall.

You were looking

under the stall?

No.

No, I just saw them

under there.

The bizarre thing is I came out

and had a flyer on my window

for this place, and I show

up here, you're here.

Don't you think that's strange?

Why'd you stop me

from going back there?

- I didn't.

- Yeah, you did.

- You got all squirrely.

- I didn't.

You didn't want me

to go back there. Why not?

Because you shouldn't

go back there.

I come in here, you're

sweeping up by the register.

You got this strange

vibe going on.

Something behind this counter

you don't want me to see?

What're you telling me, pal?

What are you trying

to figure out?

What the f*** are you doing

behind my counter?

Jesus Christ!

You trying to steal from me?

No, no. Why would I do that?

'Cause you're a goddamn thief

come to take me off.

No, I'm not.

And who in the f*** said you

could pour your own coffee?

I didn't. He did.

I told him to stay out

from back there, Gus.

Is he with you?

He ain't with me,

but we were just

having some coffee

waiting for your

game to end, but,

he's all right.

He didn't steal nothing.

He just wants something to eat.

He can get his own.

He comes here a lot.

You can't. I don't know you.

Yeah, yeah. I understand.

I'm sorry to upset you.

Just I've been waiting

out here for a while now.

Was it a long time?

Sh*t, I'm sorry.

I was playing solitaire.

I fell asleep.

It sucks getting old.

I'm here now.

You wanna order something,

or what?

Yeah, yeah. You got soup?

Chicken noodle.

Just like your mother made.

I'll get a soup and a coffee.

Another coffee.

Order of Sue's soup...

and coffee.

I'll get it.

- By yourself today, Gus?

- Yep.

You wanna get the soups,

I'll get the coffee?

You're a f***ing peach,

you know it?

Don't touch me.

Most people smoke out of habit,

with you it seems like

some kind of ritual.

What does your wife

think of your smoking?

You drive a pickup truck?

I don't own a vehicle.

So where you coming from?

I mean,

we're in the middle

of the desert.

You gotta be walking distance.

I don't really have a place.

Where do you stay?

Here and there.

Here and there?

What's that mean?

Not having a place

isn't such a big deal.

Call me square,

but I think being homeless

is a pretty f***ing big deal.

I didn't say I was homeless.

I just said

I don't have a place.

All right. Whatever.

See, I made a vow with

myself a long time ago

to try to have as few

possessions as possible.

That some sort of

religious practice?

Sort of.

I found that the more

possessions you have,

the more you've

attached to things,

and the more you're attached,

the more you suffer, so.

Who'd want to suffer?

That what the whole shaved

head thing is about?

You some sort

of wandering monk?

No. Just my own thing.

Well, you can keep that

religious sh*t for yourself.

Catholic school beat it out

of me a long time ago.

It must be lonely.

What is?

Not having faith

in some mysterious unseen

hand behind things.

I find that comforting.

See, I don't need faith.

I have experience.

That's Joseph Campbell.

Go figure.

Wandering monk in the

middle of the desert

reads Joseph Campbell.

What're the odds of that?

Plagiarism's a dangerous

habit for a writer.

What makes you think

I'm a writer?

You talk about writing.

No, I never talked

about writing.

You have the computer.

So I got a f***ing computer?

I could be an accountant.

How would you know that?

I'm asking you,

how would you know that?

Who the f*** are you, man?

I know you from somewhere.

You're acting all cagey and

all this is just too weird.

- What is?

- All this.

Everything. Me getting a flyer

on my car, me coming here,

you sweeping up

and you don't work here?

- I come here a lot.

- Yeah, I know.

You told me. Now... now what?

You know I'm a writer?

I'm asking you.

How do you know this sh*t?

Are you f***ing stalking me?

Stalking you?

Yeah.

You came here. You found me.

Why the f*** would

I be looking for you?

I don't know. Why?

No.

I'll get something

to eat somewhere else.

I'm out of here.

Henry.

Did you say my f***ing name?

How do you know my name?

I'm going to ask you

one more time.

Who the f*** are you?

What is that?

Where'd you get that tattoo?

You know where I got it.

Henry, you were next to me.

I did it with a sewing pin.

We got the ink

from Tommy Douglass.

I don't know who

the f*** you are,

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