Road to Nowhere Page #6

from my set.

So, Bobby,

you're good

with all this?

Good?

I thank God your life is

almost as f***ed up as mine.

I guess our misfortunes

are made for each other.

I just wish I could've

met that Velma Duran.

The real Velma Duran.

She was about the only person

I ever met who wasn't just in it for herself.

Youthful idealism.

It's not that rare.

Think so?

Man, I think

that's when it's rarest.

It's really the best

it's ever looked.

Mitchell, it's Bruno.

Did you call me?

No. No, I didn't call you.

You sure?

Sounds like you on this answering machine.

Call me back--

Okay, hang on.

What's going on?

Must've been

an old message.

Guys, I need to talk to you.

Uh, you got

a drink in here?

I know you got something

to drink in here.

Yeah, I think there

might be some, um, rum in the refrigerator.

Huh. Who keeps rum

in the refrigerator?

Jacket.

Uh, you know what?

I might be mistaken.

Maybe it's

in the cupboard.

Movie time is over.

And we really gotta talk.

Let me guess.

Is it

In a Lonely Place?

Why don't you ask Laurel?

Laurel, you wanna

tell Mitchell what movie he's making?

Mitchell knows what kind

of movie he's making. Really?

I didn't see anything about a hundred million

dollars that came up missing in the script.

A hundred million

dollars, eh?

Well, that is good.

We should put that in.

I'll call Steve

right now.

I gotta file a report.

It's fraud.

It's grand theft.

It's falsifying

police documents.

Stealing goddamn bodies.

We got

all that in there, or almost all of it.

Bruno, would you just

put the gun down?

I have to shut you down,

Mitchell.

I have to shut you down,

you need to call the cops and they need to take it from here.

You're

shutting me down?

Why do I need

the cops, Bruno?

You need the cops

for her, Mitchell.

Bruno, don't do this tonight.

The movie's almost finished.

Nothing is done

until the money's found.

What money?

What money?

Sh*t!

Baby?

Hey, Laurel. Laurel?

Oh, f***.

Laurel?

Nobody was supposed

to get hurt!

- Then you shouldn't have

brought a gun into this scene.

Put your weapon down

and your hands in the air!

Drop the weapon!

Put your hands in the air!

Drop it!

Just one second.

# Roll the credits, Johnny #

# You up there

in the projection booth #

# This dream is over now #

# Time to put your shoes on #

# And hit the streets #

# Ah, but wasn't it beautiful? #

# Did we forget about

the hard times for a while? #

# The good guys won, Johnny #

# The bad guys

tasted bitterness #

# And defeat #

# We kissed the leading ladies #

# Felt the warmth

of their deep caress #

# Toasted queens

and princesses #

# Rode those rocket ships #

# To the stars #

# It's dark now

on the streets of life #

# I think I lost

my pocketknife in there #

# Damn it, Johnny,

I can't remember now #

# Where in the hell

I parked the car#

# Let's dance

to keep the fear away #

# And whistling

keeps the wolves at bay #

# Remember things

that might have been #

# And all the love

that could have been #

# Let's storm the old ramparts #

# Let's sing those old songs #

# From the movies

in our hearts #

# The way she brushed

her hair back with her hand #

# I was her only boy,

her leading man #

# She knew more than

you'll ever know, Johnny #

# She talked to birds and animals #

# She never talked to me #

# If only she could step off

of the silver screen #

# That little blonde

in tight black jeans #

# Christ, I lost my mind now, Johnny #

# The bars are closed

The moon is smiling through the trees #

# Let's dance

to keep the fear away #

# And whistling

keeps the wolves at bay #

# Remember all

that might have been #

# And all the love

that could have been #

# Let's storm

those old ramparts #

# Let's sing those love songs #

# From the movies

in our hearts #

# Let's sing those love songs #

# From the movies

in our hearts ##

# Well, the ditches are on fire #

# There ain't no higher ground #

# You're dreaming

of the City of Angels, kid #

# Now you're pawning your

clothes in some hick town #

# Forgiveness is

the killer of snakes, amigo #

# In the gardens of despair#

# Keep your mind on the middle,

little brother#

# Out on the road to nowhere #

# The polo club in Havana #

# An ancient church in Rome #

# You keep thinking

you recognize dark faces #

# The way the flesh is arranged

like wax on the bones #

# You're making deals

with dirty little people #

# Balancing between

a curse and a prayer#

# There's a thin line

'tween the pathway to glory #

# And that road

that leads to nowhere #

# Row, row, row

your little dreamboat #

# Silently downstream #

# The banker, the cop,

the candlestick maker#

# They're all wise to

your filthy little schemes #

# You're riding backwards

on a blind horse #

# In a carnival

down south somewhere #

# Where the tunnel of love

was never finished #

# Out on the road to nowhere #

# Ashes to ashes #

# And dirt to dirt #

# Your blood runs with

OxyContin and vodka, pal #

# Why in the hell

do you still hurt? #

# Now every day

is the day of reckoning #

# Even the weatherman

makes you feel scared #

# Rise up, Lazarus,

and keep on staggering down #

# That old road to nowhere #

# Now row, row, row

your little dreamboat #

# Silently downstream #

# Where the banker, the cop

and the candlestick maker#

# They've gone wise to all

your filthy little schemes #

# You're riding backwards

on a blind horse #

# In some carnival

down south somewhere #

# Where the tunnel of love

was never finished #

# Out on the road to nowhere #

# The tunnel of love

was never finished #

# Out on the road to nowhere ##

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