Road House Page #3

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Hi.

- How'd this happen?

- NaturaI causes.

- Looks Iike a knife wound.

- Like I said.

- You're a bouncer.

- Mm-hm. DoubIe Deuce.

Nice pIace. They send

a Iot of business my way.

- I'm hoping to change that.

- AII by yourseIf?

WeII, Mr DaIton, you may add nine stapIes

to your dossier of 31 broken bones,...

..two buIIet wounds, nine puncture

wounds and four steeI screws.

That's an estimate, of course.

- I'II give you a IocaI.

- No, thank you.

- Do you enjoy pain?

- Pain don't hurt.

Most of my patients

wouId disagree with you.

OK.

D'you aIways carry

your medicaI records with you?

Saves time.

Your fiIe says you've got

a degree from NYU. What in?

PhiIosophy.

- Any particuIar discipIine?

- No, not reaIIy.

Um, man's search for faith.

That sort of sh*t.

- Come up with any answers?

- "(chuckles)" Not too many.

How's a guy Iike you end up a bouncer?

Just Iucky, I guess.

Nice work. Good, cIean stitches.

Thank you.

Do you ever win a fight?

Nobody ever wins a fight.

- There you go.

- Thanks.

Listen, uh...

If you'd Iike to stop by the DoubIe Deuce

sometime, I can buy you a coffee if you...

Happen to be in the neighbourhood, huh?

Mm-hm.

You know, for that Iine of work,

I thought you'd be bigger.

Gee, I've never heard that before.

Did I expIain it wrong?

- Is that it?

- No, boss, you didn't.

Pat's got a weak constitution.

You boys know that.

That's why he's working as a bartender.

He's my onIy sister's son,

and if he doesn't have me, who's he got?

And if I'm not there, you're there.

I shouId have Iet you go, Jimmy.

WeII, one of you boys

owes me an apoIogy.

Now I Ieave it up to you to decide which

one of you wants to say ''I'm sorry.''

- I'm sorry, boss.

- I'm sorry, boss.

I beIieve you, Tinker.

But you, O'Connor,

somehow I don't beIieve you.

Now try it again. If there's one thing

I can't stand, it's a man who's untruthfuI.

- I'm sorry, boss.

- I hate a man who can't admit he's wrong.

- I swear to God, boss, I'm sorry.

- You disgust me. Wanna know why?

No, why, boss?

Cos you're a bIeeder.

You bIeed too much.

- You are a messy bIeeder.

- Argh!

You're weak.

You got no endurance for pain.

Now, come on. Get up.

Hey, you'II be fine. Come on.

WeII, heIp him up!

You're gonna be fine.

And you know why? Because I Iike you.

Get this piece-of-sh*t coward out of here.

- Work ain't work when you're havin' fun.

- Life is good.

Jesus.

Red?

- Red!

- Yeah?

What happened? Did you get robbed?

Every week.

So what does he take?

- Who?

- Brad WesIey.

Ten per cent - to start.

Oh, it's aII IegaI Iike. He formed

the Jasper Improvement Society.

AII the businesses in town beIong to it.

Everybody pay?

Does a hobbyhorse have a wooden dick?

(wolf-whistling)

(# ''Mustang Sally'' #)

"(man screams)" Charge!

- Come back here.

- Take it easy, Rambo.

I know you wanna save the worId from

commies, but do it from down here, man.

- Squirt him.

- Hose him down.

CooI him off.

- Garrett!

- Yo!

Some guy name of DaIton.

- What's going on, "mijo?"

- Hey, hey. How you doin', buddy?

Sh*t! HeII, kid, I'm in hog heaven.

If I was doin' any better

I couIdn't Iive with myseIf. And you?

- I'm aII right.

- "You oughta be, all that money you make."

- What's going on down in Jasper?

- Oh, you know. New town, same story.

Um, Iisten.

You ever heard of a guy

named Brad WesIey?

No, can't say that I have.

You having troubIe?

Oh, you know. Nothing I'm not used to.

But it's amazing

what you can get used to, huh?

Yeah, teII me about it.

This pIace has a sign over the urinaI

that says ''Don't eat the big, white mint.''

- Stay cooI, kid.

- Right.

Gotta go. I'II see ya.

Later.

(# ''Knock on Wood'' #)

# Ooh! I don't wanna Iose the good thing #

# That I got #

# Cos if I did, I wouId sureIy #

# SureIy Iose a Iot #

# For your Iove is better... #

Why won't you Iook me in the eye?

I'm shy.

WouId you be shocked if I said

''Let's go to my pIace and f***''?

Ain't gonna kiII you.

You know, you might even Iike it.

Say good night, Denise.

Bastard! Let go!

# ..thunder #

# Lightning #

# The way you Iove me is frightening #

# I think I better knock on wood... #

- I didn't know she couId sing.

- "(door opens, footsteps)"

Right boot.

Got it.

- Sorry, we're cIosed.

- Then what are these peopIe doin' here?

Drinking and having a good time.

That's why we're here.

You're too stupid to have a good time.

(groans in pain)

Go on, DaIton. Kick his ass!

"(Carrie)" AII right! Yeah!

Son of a b*tch!

Give me the biggest guy in the worId, you

smash his knee, he'II drop Iike a stone.

- "(man)" Damn good fight.

- "(engine revs, tyres screech)"

- Hi.

- Hi.

- So, you Iooking for somebody?

- You.

Are you aIways better than they are?

- Pretty much.

- Never been put down?

No. Not reaIIy.

How do you expIain that?

Those Iooking for troubIe are not much

of a probIem to someone ready for them.

- I suspect it's aIways been that way.

- "(creaking)"

Somebody has to do it.

Somebody's gotta pay somebody to do it.

Might as weII be you.

I'd better take you home.

If I keep taIking, you're gonna

go off thinking I'm a nice guy.

I know you're not a nice guy.

Pretty soon I'm gonna have

to start charging that bum rent.

Tonight's rent.

(man burps)

- Your fan cIub?

- They are devoted.

You Iive some kind of Iife, DaIton.

Too ugIy for you.

I didn't say that.

- See ya.

- Bye.

We've been Iooking aII over for you.

Mr WesIey wants to see you.

Let's go.

After you.

(# pop music #)

Hey, DaIton. Have a BIoody Mary?

- Some breakfast?

- No, thank you.

Suit yourseIf.

WiII you shut that sh*t off?!

- "(music stops)"

- I can't Iisten to that crap. It has no heart.

- My grandfather.

- Looks Iike an important man.

He was an asshoIe.

But you, you're a smart boy,

aren't you, DaIton?

You're just not too reaIistic.

Christ, I'm just Iike you. I came up

the hard way, from the streets of Chicago.

When I came to this town

after Korea there was nothing.

I brought the maII here. I got the 7-EIeven.

I got the Photomat here.

Christ, JC Penney is coming here because

of me. You ask anybody, they'II teII you.

You've gotten rich

off the peopIe in this town.

You bet your ass I have.

And I'm gonna get richer.

I beIieve we aII have

a purpose on this earth.

A destiny. I have a faith in that destiny.

It teIIs me to gather unto me what is mine.

But, Christ, you get paid for beating

peopIe up. TeII me you don't Iove it.

Of course you do.

You wouIdn't be human if you didn't.

DaIton.

I have a cousin in Memphis.

TeIIs me you kiIIed a man down there.

TeIIs me you said it was

seIf-defence at the triaI.

But you and I know that isn't so, don't we?

ReIax. ReIax.

TeII me,...

..if I owned a bar

and wanted to cIean it up,...

..how much wouId it take

to get you to come work for me?

There's no amount of money.

(Cody) # Keep your eyes on the road

and your hands upon the wheel #

AII right, we're here!

# Back at the roadhouse

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