Little Fauss and Big Halsy Page #6

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- [Little] Naturally.

(woman humming melodically)

- Halsy?

- Whaty?

- Whaty?

- Never mind, what?

- [Little] What's whaty?

- [Halsy] Never mind, damnit.

What do you want?

Didn't you ever say whaty

when someone said your name?

(woman hums melodically)

- I just want to tell you somethin'.

- [Halsy] Okay, what?

- Hey, what I was wonderin'

is when your suspension's up.

- What are you homesick?

If you're homesick, go home if you want.

- No, I want my...

I want my bike back, I

want my license back.

And uh.

I wanna be Little again, you know?

- Sure, man, screw it, right away.

I don't give a damn.

- You don't have to be dragged about it.

- They'll cancel my suspension

and I'll pay my dues anyway.

Don't worry about me.

- It's just my leg's better, that's all.

- I'm not bugged, who says I'm bugged?

Well you tell it true,

it ain't your gimpy leg

you want to exercise.

- I just wanna race is all.

- (spits) Sure, man.

It's your bike, you race it.

Only don't tell me it's

your bike you wanna race.

- Yeah, well what is it then?

- It's a chick.

- Yeah well, she ain't

your chick, you know that?

- She sure as hell ain't your chick.

- Uh yeah but it was my

idea to bring her along.

- Whose truck is it? Whose truck is it?

- It's your truck but it's my

bike that's winnin' all the

races to pay for the food and the gas.

- Damnit, I'm tryin' to bust

my ass to score points for you

and you're trying to

take my chick from me.

- You're trying to take

my chick from me, man!

Anyway, you don't want her now,

except maybe that she aint' a whore.

- Well if that's friendship, I'm aghast.

- I never said I was your friend, Halsy.

I don't even f***in' like you.

- Oh, so he finally blurts it out.

- I don't have to blurt it,

I'm tellin' you cold and clear,

man, I don't like you.

I never did and everything I

had to talk you about, man,

I had to think up.

- Hey, we're gonna settle this, Little,

before I bust you in the face.

Maybe we better call out Rita

and see how she stands, huh?

Hey!

(whistles)

Ask her.

(car starts)

(clears throat)

- Little, I got it.

Little, see here it is, like I told you.

After you left with sideburns,

I found this in your room.

See?

The photographer's camera.

For all we know, sideburns

could have committed foul play

to get this.

And they could have took

you as his accomplice.

- He don't have to get

rough, old Halsy.

As long as nobody ever steps up and says,

''Hey man, you ain't tellin' the truth.''

That's what he's got goin' for him.

As long as nobody ever steps up and says,

''Hey.

''That ain't what you said yesterday.''

You know?

- What, where...

What was I saying? Oh.

(sighs)

I'd just as soon have died.

Half the time I thought I did already.

Then I'd hear conversations

with other bodies.

''Are you dead?''

''Oh yeah, are you?''

And that's when I knew that I wasn't.

They bored two holes in

my head and it was...

It was pulling my head in one

direction and feet in another

and they was turnin' me over

every half hour like some

barbecued chicken on a spit.

Just to keep my poor

old spine from saggin'.

- [Rita] People die with broken backs.

- Usually people die.

But sometimes things happen

that aren't usual, I mean a

guy can fall off a 12-story

building and he don't die.

I fall down five steps

and I break my neck.

And all because of some dumb

broad named Bunny Patchen.

It was hot and I was runnin'

from the bathroom to the

bedroom, you know, and it

must have been the excitement

of the big date and all because

I got to feelin' kinda dizzy

and the next thing I know

I'm fallin' down these stairs

and then I'm in the

intensive care on that spit.

And then a bodycast, I was in

a bodycast for three months.

And all I get from old Bunny

Patchen is this get well card

saying ''Oh I'm sorry, Halsy.

''Just can't work out between

us due to the fact of all the

''things you place so much

importance on and I don't.''

- Yeah, I know, same thing happened--

- No it didn't happen to you,

damnit, it happened to me.

It didn't happen to you.

- What I mean is, you're

looking to be responded to.

- Oh, bullshit.

- Not call bullshit.

It's called moving off your center.

- If I told you I was being

tortured by wild Persian tribes

while I was travelling

around the world for the FBI

you'd listen to me but

I told you the truth

and you wasn't listenin'.

You wasn't listenin'.

So what good is the truth?

(loud motorcycle engines)

Turn right!

(bikes screeching)

(chatter drowned out by engines)

- [Voiceover] Crosses the

line, folks and officially

here is the results, first it's Ken Lomen,

second was Pearl Thumb,

third Don Dimaonds.

Just out of the winning, Halsy Knox.

(seagulls squawking)

- He asked me where my Mars was.

Keeped on bugging me about

my Mars and I tell where my

Mars is, now you come out

with where's my Venus.

- Shh, please be quiet?

- What's the matter, am

I making you nervous?

- You're moving me very much

off my center the last few--

- Oh hey, babe, I don't

know about your center.

I don't know where your center is,

I don't know where my planets

are, I just know we're broke.

Unless you come up with something

here today besides these

bottle caps and pennies,

I'm gonna hock this toy.

- You hock your own toy,

sonny, you don't hawk mine!

- Hey wait a minute,

you mean hock my bike?

Hm?

- You haven't made dime

once since you went 100%.

I thought that ought

to tell you somethin'.

- What? Okay, what ought to tell me what?

- You need Little.

(approaching motorcycle)

- You did it!

Little Little, oh!

Little!

Woo-hoo, Little!

That's your best time yet, son!

You broke your own record.

- Well, I couldn't have

done it without you

and your flag, Ma.

- [Mom] Oh, you.

I'll get you! (laughing)

Get away from you, Little. (laughs)

I'm gonna get you, Little!

- [Little] Hey, come on, Ma.

Hey, Ma.

Hey, Ma, quit foolin' around!

- Get down from there.

- Hey.

(faint country music)

Wanted man in California

Wanted man in Buffalo

Wanted man in Kansas City

Wanted man in Ohio

Wanted man in Mississippi

Wanted man in old Cheyenne

Wherever you might look tonight

You might see this wanted man

- Well howdy, folks, how you doin'?

Ma'am, how are you?

How's about a body gettin' some gas

for a broke down truck up the road?

- Sure got a lot of nerve comin' out here

with an empty tank.

- Oh, man. (laughs)

Hey, you may let me starve,

but you ain't about to

let no motor go hungry.

Wanted man by Lucy Watson

Wanted man by Jeannie Brown

Wanted man by Nellie Johnson

Wanted man in this next town

I've had all that I wanted

How's your old man?

- He's dead.

- Oh.

Oh.

I'm sure sorry to hear

that, I was genuinely

fond of the old gentleman.

- That's more than he

had to say for you, man.

- No, I'm...

I am much shocked to hear

of his untimely domain.

(brushing teeth)

(clanging)

How the hell are ya, buddy?

- What is it you want, Hals?

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