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Rudderless Page #6
Nice to finally meet you, Sam.
And you, too, Tina.
Can I ask you a question?
How come you're not playing the gig
on Saturday?
How do you know about that?
Sh*t, that's all I do know about.
If Q ain't in here asking me to play
the damn guitar, I got to hear him
runnin' his mouth
about how you ain't playing the gig.
Well, I never said
I wasn't going to play the gig.
I said I had to think about it.
You're a band. It's a gig.
- They're not that easy to come by.
- I need to think about it, though.
I'm just... I'm too old
for this sh*t, man.
Wow.
What you talkin' about, too old?
T-Bone Walker played till he was 77.
Died with a guitar in his hand.
Well, I don't want to die
with a guitar in my hand.
Then what you doin' in a band?
Beginning to wonder that myself.
Hey. Slim!
Hey. So what's up with that
"for sale" sign in the window?
Yeah, man.
Puttin' the business up for sale.
Me and Tina are gonna do some traveling.
Oh, really?
Take a look around.
See somethin' you like, let me know.
You're so emotional
You're such a beautiful mess
Is when Sam is really late
Hurry up, hurry up and wait
Don't be sorry
Let's make the most of us
Love played a joke on us
I wanna play this at the block party.
Yes!
The man has spoken.
- All right!
- No.
I wanna play Over Your Shoulder,
Real Friends, and close with this.
- It's not finished yet.
- It's finished.
That's the deal.
We close with your song.
made you lord and master of the band?
It's the only way I'll do the show.
It's a good song.
Makes me nervous to agree with Sam,
but he's right.
So it's settled.
Count it off.
Let's do it.
Fine with me, I didn't wanna play
that show anyway.
Come on, Q.
- Come on, bro.
- Okay, okay, okay. Fine, fine, fine, fine.
All right, fine.
We'll play the f***ing song.
It's a good song.
You're such an a**hole!
Wake up in your favorite shoes
Sunsets and afternoons
Make it up make it up for me
and change the story
Stylishly under-dressed
Unfazed and unimpressed
Carry on, carry on, it's great
You can't ignore me
Don't stop you're good with what you got
You're so emotional
You're such a beautiful mess
Tonight when everyone
how are you gonna feel about that?
This whole thing, this fantasy
you're living in, it's... It's impressive.
- Kate...
- Ann.
It's Ann, remember?
- Ann, please.
- Do you even know why I changed my name?
Because they kept calling me.
What kind of sex did we have?
Did we have a cult?
How many were there?
I had to quit school.
Josh ruined my life.
- That's what your son did to me.
- I'm so sorry.
Sorry? Know what? I should thank you.
with you and your son.
Is it true?
Yeah.
Today is really not turning out
like I thought it would.
I should have told you.
You think?
Dude, we can still play the show, man.
Think about it.
one of them's yours.
- Yours is the best one.
- Guys...
- Yeah, I don't know what she told you...
- You need this.
After tonight we stop playing 'em
forever, and we never play 'em again.
No one's the wiser,
but we don't miss this chance.
- No one would know.
- I would know.
I would know.
It's wrong.
Isn't it, Sam?
It's wrong.
All right, I'm gettin' my stuff.
Q, please, man.
Come on, bro.
Pack up the rest of my sh*t, all right?
You screwed us, Sam.
He was... He was my son.
Yeah, and you must have been
a hell of a father.
Listen.
Sh*t.
What are you havin'?
Whiskey. Neat.
Double it up for me, will ya?
Well, f*** you.
Oh, f***.
Oh, f***!
Hell, no.
Oh, no, buddy.
F***. F***.
F***.
What the f***?
Shut the f*** up!
Ladies and gentlemen, the annual Lake
Channing Summer Regatta is underway!
Beginning at 2:
00.And the silent auction...
Okay, a little to the right! Nice.
Nice.
Looks great, guys.
Hey. Do you see that?
That's it. You hear that?
Hey, check it out!
What the hell is he doing?
- Look!
- Bring it around!
Break left! Tag left!
- Get away!
- God, what is he doing?
Break off!
What a jerk!
You're a jerk!
I'm gonna remember your face, douche.
What's wrong with you?
What are you doing?
What the hell do think you're doing?
I'm over here.
I'm sorry it's so late, I...
I didn't have anyone else to call.
You remember the university shootings
at Smythe Library a couple of years ago?
Yeah. You talkin' about your boy, huh?
Oh, yeah, I recognized you
when you first came into the shop.
Just took me a minute
Well, then, you know my story.
No. I don't know your story, man.
All I know is what I read.
What would you say if I told you that
my son wrote all the songs
the band plays?
Damn.
I'd say, "I didn't see that comin'."
Wait, does Quentin know?
He does now.
Oh, yeah? How'd he take it?
- There ya go.
- Well, I can't say as I blame him.
Damn! Your boy wrote all that music?
Well, what were you thinking?
- He was my son.
- They were all somebody's sons, Sam.
Somebody's sons, somebody's
daughters. Your boy killed them.
I know,
but he was my son.
Well, I can't say I know half of what
you've been through, man.
I know.
My little boy.
My boy, my boy.
My boy. Oh, my boy.
My boy...
- You okay?
- No. Not yet.
What are you doin' here?
I...
I think someday, Phillip's gonna
wanna know who his brother really was,
not just what he's going to read.
And when that happens,
I think you should give him these.
Wait.
Just listen.
Thought you played that old Epiphone.
Not anymore.
I just wanted to come by and...
And say thanks.
No need, man. Not even a little bit.
Okay.
- Okay.
- Are those Quentin's guitars?
Yeah. Stubborn little bastard.
I told him I'm damn near
givin' things away around here,
but he won't take no for an answer.
Wants me to sell 'em on consignment.
- Thank you.
- Yeah.
I forgot to ask. How's this goin'?
Got an offer.
- That's great.
- Yeah.
Well...
You take care of yourself.
- Okay.
- All right.
A good offer?
Heard the donuts in here
are better than sex.
You're doin' it wrong, then.
Can we talk?
I'm kind of behind here.
Okay. Guess I need to
order something then, huh?
What are those?
Cherry.
That one?
Blueberry fritter.
got up there and played,
it was like I got to meet a Josh
that I never knew.
And every new song we played,
It was intoxicating.
I couldn't stop. I didn't wanna stop,
but it wasn't Josh.
It was you.
Oh, my God, Quentin.
I am so sorry.
The last thing I ever wanted to do
was f*** up another young man's life.
Is that what you think?
Well, you can let yourself off the hook
for that one.
I've been f***in' up my life
for 21 years, man.
Then stop.
Stop f***ing it up.
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