Road to Paloma

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Don't you know it's hard

Taking up that road...

Where is my mind on the road?

Sh*t. Sh*t.

It happened on a summer day

She went away

Didn't want the room

For my love to be in

Happened on a summer day

Where you'll find me

I get lost on the road

Every time

These friends of mine

Meet here

It's hard

To take this road

I worry about mine

God be with me

Jesus with me, too

God knows

I don't like the way you do

People, let me tell you

I about lost my mind

And find me a reason

To stay with you

This time

It's hard...

Finished that fence?

- Yeah.

- How'd it go?

It f***ing sucked, Bob.

My heart goes out to you.

You have my carburetor?

Yeah, it's right over there

on the counter.

Good to see you, too, buddy.

Ah, hold it.

Not so fast.

God damn it.

You owe me 60 bucks.

- That's 50 bucks.

- That's all I got, Bob.

- F*** you.

- F*** you, too, buddy.

Jesus Christ.

Un-f***ing-believable.

Thatta boy.

She is back to life.

Good boy.

Crazy old f***.

I got a question for you.

You ever hear of a guy's name

who's Robert Wolf?

Toss me the brake cleaner.

Who's asking?

Couple of suits.

Said they were federal agents.

The only Bob I know is you.

Why don't you shut up and listen?

This case has been

floundering for six months.

You dropped the ball.

I'm sending Williams.

Williams is a robot.

Nobody likes him.

Yeah, he's gonna hold your hand.

Just stay put.

Don't have an original thought.

- Hey, Al.

- Hey, Joe.

You look like sh*t.

So what do you got?

Our perp is Robert Wolf.

He's a native

from the Mojave reservation.

He comes off the reservation

and kills this Charles...

- Grigsby.

- That's right. With a rock.

Schaeffer is too close to this.

He can't see the forest

for the trees.

That's why I need you to go

down there and take care of this.

I can smell you from here, son.

Thanks, Pops.

Make yourself useful and bring over

a piece of that dacite.

- What are you making?

- Same old, same old.

Making blades.

Yeah? Let me see.

Here you go.

So where you been?

Up in the Sierras mostly.

How you taking care of yourself?

Find a couple odd jobs.

Helps me get by.

You know, you look

like sh*t, boy.

Yeah, feel like sh*t, Dad.

Well, go in and get yourself

cleaned up.

Go get yourself

something to eat.

Yeah.

Have the feds been here?

Not since the funeral.

How was the ceremony?

Good.

She was loved by many.

Have you seen your sister?

No.

I haven't seen her or Irish.

I told you what would happen.

Yes, you did.

And we tried it your way

and look where it got us.

And look at what

your actions got you.

I couldn't let him walk free.

You're not the law.

No, I'm not.

But when justice isn't served,

then what, Dad?

And your justice,

what has it given you?

When they catch you,

it'll be life.

I'm here for Mom's ashes.

I want to take her back

to where her life began.

I want to take her

so she can start her journey.

That's why I'm here.

Her ashes are with your sister.

Son, come with me to honor her.

Yeah.

Well, first up, I guess, in turning over

six months of my hard work,

take you up here

to the site of the murder.

Take you through it

as best I can.

Here it is on the left.

1402 Shithole Street.

This is where it all went down.

Well, this is where is happened.

Chuck Grigsby's last stand.

He lived in this palace here.

Wolf got all done up

in the war paint.

Found red and black everywhere.

That's the Mojave's colors.

Then Wolf had that dacite club knife

thing that he'd made.

Beat the scalp right off of him

there in the house.

Charlie goes boogeying

through here,

blood all in his face.

Wolf caught up to him,

beat every bone

in that guy's body

from his toes to his sternum.

Turned the guy into a maraca.

What a f***ing way to go.

Too good for him.

Piece of sh*t deserved it.

Anyway, he...

Hello?

Son of a b*tch.

Standing around like a f***ing

idiot talking to myself.

Whiskey

Whiskey f***ing me over

Thank God it's all in my head

Always got me backwards

I can't take some more blow

Goddamn whiskey

Goddamn whiskey and blow.

- F*** you, man!

- Out of the road, punk!

Whatever.

God damn it.

Ahem.

Is that your bike?

It's a nice bike.

You're bleeding.

Yeah.

I was teaching someone how to fight.

You should probably go

get that looked at.

Nah.

You know how to play that thing

or you just carry it around for show?

It's for show.

Come on down here

and have a drink with me.

Hey, here.

Hold this, brother.

Help yourself.

They say if you drink enough

bourbon, you'll have a time travel.

Excuse me?

You go into the...

...the future.

I used to be in a band,

but not anymore.

I'm sorry, what?

I play music, too.

Here.

Oh, thanks, man.

You got someone

you can call, get you home?

Mm-hmm.

Mmm.

Ah, the future.

Morning, sunshine.

How's the head?

What happened?

What'd I do?

I'm sorry.

Will you help me find my bike?

Yeah.

Thanks.

So, Bob.

When's the last time

you saw old Robert Wolf?

I told you before,

I don't know him.

Yeah, well, I brought you a picture

this time to help with your memory.

You seen him now?

I don't know him,

so I ain't seen him.

Uh-uh-uh.

Don't touch the f***ing car, man.

Got to tell your dog to stop

snooping around in my garage.

I will, Bob.

Hey, what happened to the Panhead

that was here a couple days ago?

I put a new carburetor

into it yesterday

and the client came and picked it up.

Yeah? When was that?

Yesterday.

What was the client's name?

I don't recall.

What'd he look like?

Don't recall that, either.

God damn it, Bob.

You're gonna have to start

recalling something.

I'm a federal agent.

Do you want to go back inside?

You're on parole.

I'll make a call.

You can be in there tomorrow

with your

granddaughter visiting...

Let me tell you something.

You want to arrest me, do it.

Or else get the f*** out

of my shop.

Damn, man.

Oh, I needed that.

Hell of a bike, man.

What year is that?

Mabel's a '57 Pan

with a '48 Springer.

She act up on you much?

- She's got a little bit of attitude.

- Oh, yeah, I bet.

I dig that suicide shift.

Nice shot.

Used to have

a '48 Knuckle myself.

Yeah? Where is she?

Alimony.

That's why I ride

this piece-of-sh*t Yamaha.

She looks like sh*t

and she sounds like sh*t,

but the faithful b*tch won't die.

Yeah, well, it's not about the bike,

you know?

It's about getting on the road

and being free.

Yeah.

It's better than the wind.

What's her name?

Dirty F***ing Whore,

after my ex-wife.

So, where you headed?

South. I'm gonna go see some family.

Oh, mind if I join you?

Sure.

Left, right, left, right, left

Pack 'em up, Charlie,

gonna leave this place

Turn my shoulders

to the empty space

It don't matter

if you're going today

Long as everybody stay away

Rich is rich

and poor is poor

And the money you had

ain't good no more

Wait in line, wait in line

Hey, mister, can I buy

a little time?

Everything you planned

has gone to rot

No one around to pull

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