Rumble Fish Page #2

- I've known him since kindergarten.

You've got a bad habit of getting

attached to people, man.

Yep. Let's go.

Where's Steve?

Maybe he's late.

Yeah, it looks like we're gonna

have to fight ourselves, huh?

Rusty James.

Ha! F***ing Steve, man.

We want Rusty James!

I'm here!

Not for long, punk.

- Careful, he's been popping pills.

- I hate fighting hopped-up people.

Scum. I hear you are looking for me.

Come on, ducky.

Take a f***ing swing at me, man,

so I can just... Come here...

- Take a swing at you?

- Come on!

Come on, man! Take a swing at me!

Gonna f***ing cut you to pieces!

Let's go.

Go for the knife, man!

Come on, Rusty!

Beat the f*** out of him!

Scumbag!

What is this?

Another glorious battle for the kingdom?

Hey, man.

I thought you were gone for good.

I thought we had a treaty.

Look out, Rusty James!

You're one dead cat, Rusty James!

- You gotta keep still.

- You're gonna be OK. Just stay still.

Don't move. Shh!

You pissed off at me, man?

No, don't talk. You'll be all right.

I'll take care of you.

It's a little bit late for you,

isn't it, Steve?

- Better get on home, boy.

- Yes, sir.

You know, I'd watch the company I kept

if I were you.

I really thought

he'd left town for good.

Yeah, maybe he missed you

too much, man.

Maybe he'd to come back

just to see you.

You know, we'd all be better off

if you'd stayed gone.

I got him!

- I got him!

- Lay him right down.

- OK. Easy, easy.

- Put him down easy.

Oh, my God, he's bleeding!

He's bleeding everywhere.

Keep him still.

All right, just hold him now.

What are you gonna do?

Do something!

- Where's the old man?

- He ain't home.

Why don't you help him?

I'm just gonna take a look.

Here, take a swig of this.

That's a lot of blood.

Oh, f***!

Ah! F***!

- Ah!

- What are you doin'? That must hurt!

He oughta go to a doctor!

- He's been hurt worse than this.

- That could get infected! Don't touch it.

Relax. All right?

They'd have to cut my side off.

- Where'd you go, man?

- I went to California.

Stay down, all right?

F***. California's nice, huh?

What do you think California's like?

Like all that sh*t you see

in the movies, man.

Blondes walking around.

The Beach Boys.

Palm trees...

The ocean, man.

How was the ocean? Huh?

- Yeah, I didn't get to the ocean.

- No?

No, I didn't get to the ocean.

California got in the way.

Yeah?

California got in the way?

Thought California was on the coast.

Don't talk so much.

Come on, Steve! Cut the sh*t!

It's not bleeding as bad.

He looks different.

I think it's the tan.

Yeah, I guess

you get a tan in California, huh?

What's wrong with him?

He goes deaf sometimes.

He's colour blind, too.

A lot of people are colour blind.

It's no big deal.

He looks so old.

I forget he's just 21.

Yeah, that's pretty old.

No, he looks really old.

Like... 25 or something.

Steve, you know what,

I've been thinking.

I think that when I get older

I'm gonna look a lot like him.

No way.

What? Tell me what's different.

For one thing...

The Motorcycle Boy?

I never know what he's thinking.

But you, ha...

I always know what you're thinking.

Russell James?

I really missed you, man.

I thought you were gone for good.

Not me, man.

I got homesick.

'You'll notice that the students

are working on the machines.

'I want you to learn

how they are dressed.

'One of the most important aspects

of safety is eye protection.

'State law requires us

to furnish you with eye protection.

'It's probably one of the most important

requirements that we teach all year.

'After all, safety is the number one thing

we try to get over in shop.

'Regarding eye protection,

we have three devices that we use -

'your face shield, your eye goggles... '

...talking and she made us copy it

like a million times.

- What?

- I was explaining to this girl...

What are you doing here?

Those are my mother's cigarettes.

What are you doing?

You know, when I was a girl,

my boyfriend took me places.

- Mother!

- Hurry up!

Listen, listen,

I'll take you somewhere, babe.

- Don't worry. It never mattered.

- We'll go to that Matoaka concert tonight.

Then maybe afterwards...

Maybe afterwards we'll...

you know, go somewhere private.

You can't afford the tickets.

It doesn't matter.

No, no! I'll get some money.

Then, you know, just get dolled up

and don't worry about that.

I'll come by and pick you up

around seven or eight.

OK.

Patty!

Get in the house!

See you tonight.

- Hi.

- Move it!

Just f***ing move it.

What are you?

Charming.

What is this, huh?

What is this?

He just gets back, you're already

hanging around bugging with him. Why?

Why do you dislike me so much?

I mean, I've always tried

to be your friend.

I didn't say I dislike you.

I just don't like

substitute teachers

living in my building.

What is this?

Just cos you read the same books

as him? It doesn't mean sh*t!

It means nothing!

You don't know him.

You don't know him.

You know nothing, man!

I know.

You're just another one of his chicks.

He don't like you

any more than the rest of 'em.

He doesn't like me now.

Period. Oh!

What's the matter?

You shooting up?

F***ing heroin, man!

Me and him, we never did dope.

It ruined the gangs,

it ruined everything.

If I ever caught my girlfriend doing

that sh*t, I'd break her f***ing arm!

Only her arm?

I wish he would show me

that much mercy.

I'm not hooked, though.

You see, I just thought

it might help me a little bit.

I thought he was gone for good.

And I was wrong.

But I was right.

No, no, no, no! You were wrong.

You're wrong.

You're f***ing wrong, man! He's back!

Always talking crazy!

Poor kid!

Looks like you're messed up

all the time now, one way or the other.

I'm OK.

- Let's go get a bite to eat.

- Hey.

- What?

- Hey.

- Hey!

- What?

- Hey.

- I'm all right.

Hey... Why?

- About what?

- Why?

- Oh, f***!

- Hey.

Hey! Why? Why?

No, no. Don't tell me "f***". Why?

Huh?

- Let's get something to eat.

- Talk to me. Why?

- Why?

- Why what?

Why are you f***ed up all the time,

one way or another?

Huh?

I don't know.

Hey, sweetie. Hey!

Ah!

Both of you are home?

Hey, Dad,

you got any money I can borrow?

Haven't seen you for quite some time.

I was home last night, Dad.

I didn't notice.

I need some money, Pops.

Are you ill, Russell James?

I got cut in a knife fight.

- Yeah, really?

- Yeah.

Really?

Strange lives you two lead.

Yeah, right.

Strange? At least I ain't

a lawyer on welfare. Right?

Thanks.

Lawyer on welfare.

Hey, how are you?

How was your trip?

I went to California.

- How was California?

- Huh...

- It was one laugh after another.

- California?

Even better than here.

- I don't know.

- Oh, boy. Oh really?

No, Dad. I was there.

You wanna compare notes, Dad?

- Huh?

- Nah...

- OK. That's it! That's it!

- No, no, no, no.

Hey, come on, guys.

Cut the sh*t, will you? Cut it out.

- Cut it out!

- That's it! That's it!

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