Mojave Page #2

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Take a left, take a right.

We're all f***ed anyway.

Rifle!

Forty-four, forty.

Killed everybody else

we got dead.

Piece is missing.

You new in town?

Yes, brother.

Just fell off a turnip truck.

Are you a social worker?

Yes.

I'll get my things.

You did not expect your day

to end this way, did you, brother?

What do you mean you don't know

where you live?

Well, you shouldn't drink,

brother, trust me.

You'll black out.

Next time you go to try

to change a tire,

there's a severed head in the trunk,

and nine times out often

you don't know whose it is.

It's no way to be.

Ah.

Los An-ga-lees.

Oh, safety first.

Let's go see a better district, brother.

You wanna talk,

you don't want to talk, I'm here.

I get 15 percent all day long.

Does this have anything

to do with your, um... domestic?

Look, you're entitled to be happy,

but in the state of California,

you're just not entitled

to have any money left-.

Well, that's not why we're here.

Why are we here?

Say this.

Say you hit someone

with your car,

no one was there, no one saw,

but maybe someone did see,

but they can't say anything

because if they did,

they and not you

would be found guilty...

because they were

the wrong kind of witness.

Absolutely the wrong kind of witness.

Hmm.

You don't know see too many of those

around these days, do you, brother'?

In some circumstances..-

one would consider that ideal.

I should've caught a bigger one.

Alright, where's your buddy?

Yeah, this more like it.

What happened in the desert?

Nothing.

Yoo-hoo.

Mister is somewhere?

No est en casa.

He's in France.

Okay-

Ah... we're all in France.

I need to pee.

Did you tell your wife?

Did you expect this?

Yeah, I did.

Let's see here.

Password?

What could this man

have to hide?

What do you think, brother?

Oh!

I think I found something.

Come here.

Three... seven... five...

Mm-hmm.

I'm the man who broke

the bank, brother.

Run along.

Yes.

The Internet is a pain

in the ass, brother.

One can't give it too large

a place in one's life.

It is merely a tool.

Oh, brother, what have we here?

You're famous, brother?

You know, people talk

as if it's all suddenly just this,

but you got to realize

that I've been famous

in one way or another

since I was 19.

- And you get tired.

- And you get tired.

You wanna be like Byron

and you wanna go to Greece,

- you wanna run guns in Africa...

- Like Byron, go to Greece.

When you get what you want,

what do you want'?

When you get what you want,

what do you want?

To be or not to be, brother.

Didn't I get it?

Ambition is a funny way

of driving you

towards things

that you never wanted to win

because you're just a man,

you're just a bag of

dangerous chemicals, and you can'! stop.

You can't stop.

So you go to the desert

to find out what you want

- and what you are.

- What you are. What you are.

If anything at all.

I have to make

other arrangements, brother.

I trust you understand.

Thou hast slept well. Awake!

The strangeness of your story

put a heaviness in me.

Shake if off. Come on.

We'll visit Caliban, my slave,

who never yields us kind answer.

'Tis a villain, sir.

I do not love to look on.

But as 'tis, we cannot miss him.

He does make our fire,

fetch in our wood

and serves in offices...

- Tell her I had to leave, all right?

- Yeah, all right.

Ii was you that walked

into the wrong camp, brother.

It was you!

Come on.

Come on.

If you're there,

get out of the f***ing house now.

Cali me.

Hey.

Norman, you all right?

Yeah. Why wouldn't I be all right?

I had somebody on my property.

Does that mean

I have somebody on mine?

Look, I'm into something right now,

all right? We'll talk later, buddy.

Oh, fu...

What are you doing to the television?

How long have you been here?

Hours.

Are you doing blow?

What the f*** is wrong with you?

Why do you want a piece?

Because I live

in the Hollywood Hills

and I don't need the Manson family

dropping by for dinner,.

Did you get your f***ing

Land Cruiser back?

Yeah. And it's all f***ed up

as advertised,

and the registration is gone

so because you lost that,

the a**holes down at the place

are gonna make me

go through all sorts of f***ing...

f***ing hoops and ladders and sh*t.

And what'd you do with

the registration, a**hole?

Hey, I'm sorry I said that.

All right? You know me.

I'm all about talent relationships.

Nothing. It was there.

I didn't touch it.

I'm into something right now,

buddy, I gotta go.

F***.

Got all this stress in my neck.

Do you want a massage, baby?

All I want is Chinese food.

Then I want a blowj*b.

Look, I'm not into feet, okay?

You're killing my f***ing vibe.

Was anyone here?

You have to go to the Chateau.

Your house, it isn't safe.

What if I just pick

what I want to do and do that?

There's a guy.

I have a stalker.

I have 27,

discounting the ones in jail.

Don't tell me what to do.

F***.

Does all this go in the house?

Put it in the garage.

But then we'll put it in the house

when your family comes.

You.

Get me Norman on the phone.

Cool.

He's not even talking to me-

Look.

I'm listening to his f***ing house.

Hey, buddy.

I know you said get you a gun.

What do you mean?

Get you a f***ing gun gun?

You could get f***ing drunk and use it

on me and my f***ing publicist.

Why do you think I know

who can get you a f***ing gun?

What sort of associations in

your mind do you think I have?

Well, I was a coke dealer, yeah.

All right, I'll make a call, okay?

You know, it appears

the more things change, Mal,

the more they stay the f***ing same.

- Ain't that (he f***ing truth'?

- F***ing phone rings,

guy you owe money to needs a gun.

It's like a f***ing

wheel or something.

It's like a wheel, boss.

Hey, you work for me

as some sort of

cybernetic f***ing organism

with your f***ing phone, come on.

You know what? The next thing you know,

you're back in East Boston

working at Jiffy Lube,

I don't give a sh*t.

- You can lake this Hollywood bullshit.

- It's all bullshit, boss.

You can stick it up your ass,

right up your bum.

Right up your f***ing asses,

all of you.

You know who I am, huh?

I own half a Clam Shack

in Harwich Port!

I collect because of my background

as a f***ing teamster!

I don't f***ing need any of you!

Pieces of sh*t!

Shut the f*** up!

Uh, it's, uh, from Norman.

I saw your Miranda, The Tempest.

I'm Jack.

Sorry, Jack. I'm already in a

sufficiently disturbing relationship.

Can I join you for a minute?

No.

- I'm a producer.

- Congratulations.

- I have a part for you.

- That is just physiology.

Look, you're waiting for me

to exhibit interest

of a kind I don't have or to make

a mistake of the kind I don't make.

Well...

- Can I at least get a picture?

- They don't allow photography.

Where's Tom?

Your, uh... friend.

F*** off.

I'll see myself out.

She's a keeper.

A man, he bothered me at lunch.

What'd he do?

What'd he look like?

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