Pretty Bird Page #7

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talking about dying

trying to fly high,

I am talking about

really flying.

My friends, tonight,

I present to you...

...A dream.

[door alarm chiming]

[knocking]

What, are you

the king of the prom?

[laughs] no.

Hi, I'm curt Prentiss.

Ah, yeah. Good deal.

We're in the back...

Excuse me,

is my car ok there?

- Sure, sure it is.

- Are you sure?

Yeah, I'm sure.

- Oh, my.

- Yep.

Yeah. Oh, ok.

Yeah, I like the size

of this room. It's nice.

It's nice.

- [exhales]

- [chuckles]

- Oh, spectacular.

- Yeah.

Can I get you a drink?

Well, it's past noon.

I don't see why not.

- Now you're talkin'.

- [laughs]

Wow.

Incredible.

- Slate patio.

- Pretty high-level, huh?

Very high-level indeed.

Absolutely.

[man]:
Grab him!

- [muffled grunting]

- punch him in the face!

- Hey! What car are we taking?

- [Curtis grunts]

[drill whirring]

[man]:
Where's the belt?

Where's the belt,

motherf***er?

Huh? You hear me?

You tell me where it is,

This'll all be over.

Where is it?

I'm talking to you.

Curtis. Please?

Please, huh?

Just tell me,

And this whole waking

nightmare is over.

Success isn't about

dressing up like

a secret agent, little girl.

[Curtis]:
You f***in' dropout.

- [bell rings]

- tell me something, genius,

What makes a high school

dropout like you

Ever think you're gonna be

a big man on campus?

[voices shouting, distorted]

[%% Wim Mertens:
The scene ]

[crate cracks open]

[man]:
How ya doin'?

Ok.

Holy Christmas!

You dropped

a quarter pounder

of BM in there, bro.

[chuckling]

How you feelin'?

- Huh?

- That's nice.

[laughing]

I mean, this is so

f***in' weird, right?

I mean...

...Isn't it?

[chuckles]

I mean... [chuckles]

I mean, this is just

f***in' weird, you know?

I mean, me and you.

I mean...

Putting you in that box.

I mean, this is just...

It's weird.

- Yeah, it's really weird.

- [laughs]

You know, I've been...

I've been wondering how

all this was gonna turn out.

And, uh...

I tell you what,

I never would've

predicted this. [laughs]

You know how long

you were in there for?

- [Curtis]:
No.

- Eight days.

- Whoa! Really? That long?

- Yeah.

It was only supposed

to be five,

But, you know,

I was running late.

[sighs] f***.

[groans]

I did a lot of thinking

in that box, Rick.

[Rick chuckles]

Oh, Jesus Christ,

does that sound nice.

[scoffs]

Just to slow down

for a second,

Try and figure this sh*t out.

Yeah.

Curtis. Hey...

Hey.

Hey, man.

Where's the belt?

Where's the belt?

I'm not gonna end up

some nobody.

Why the hell do you keep

saying that?

I mean, what is that,

genetic or something?

Did your dad say that

to you or something? What?

He was a janitor.

- He was a janitor?

- At an engineering firm.

- But you said

he went to college.

- He did.

Well, what'd he study?

Engineering.

[chuckles]

I want to apologize

to you...

...For keeping you

those extra days in the box.

- It's ok.

- No.

Uh-uh. No. I was late.

It was only

supposed to be five days.

It's no biggie at all.

[Rick]:
Curtis...

...Where is that

rocket belt?

No, I'm not telling you.

- Oh. Please tell me.

- No.

- Oh, come on.

- I'm not gonna

tell you.

- Where is it?

- No, Rick.

- Mm-mmm. No.

- Just tell me.

[groans]

- Where is it?

- It's nowhere.

Tell me where you hid

that f***ing belt?!

No.

I just want to bust

your f***ing skull,

You motherf***er!

Tell me something, Curtis.

Tell me something.

Is it hard being

your only friend? [chuckles]

No. Is it hard for you?

No.

[laughs]

What the f...

Hey!

Hold up, hold up,

hold up, hold up.

Let him go.

[%% Antonin Dvorak:

Song to the Moon ]

[panting]

[groans]

[Rick groans]

[dog barks]

[barks and snarls]

Ginger! Ginger, come!

Ginger.

Ginger!

Ginger, come here.

Good morning.

[%% Wim Mertens ensemble:

A secret burning ]

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