Scent of a Woman Page #9

I'm gonna let you go on one condition.

- What's that ?

- You take this rig

straight back to the dealer.

- Y-You got it.

- Shut up.

- You want this ?

- Sure. Gore ?

Your face and your voice

are familiar.

You ever in the

officer's club at Da Nang ?

No.

- Never in the army ?

- No. Coast Guard.

Good Lord.

Hah ! Hah !

Your dad is looking good,

Charlie.

He's got a heavy foot.

Tell him to take it light. All right ?

- I hear ya !

- Thanks.

Get out of the car, 'cause

you are not driving anymore.

Just keeping this baby warm,

that's all.

I'm not drivin' anymore.

Yes.

- Take my arm.

- I'm okay.

- Colonel, it's really bumpy here.

- Yeah, bumpy.

You all right ?

Yeah.

Red light.

Hold it.

Taking too long.

[ Screeching Tires,

Honking ]

Sh*t ! Colonel !

Colonel ?

Colonel !

Sh*t !

You all right ?

What the hell

are you doing ?

- Take the cane.

- I gotta take a piss.

- Take the cane, Colonel.

- It happens to the best of us.

We're on Park Avenue.

You can't go to the bathroom.

- Perfect place.

- You'll get arrested.

Never been housebroken.

Ohh !

Sh*t !

What's the matter

with you, Colonel ?

What are you doing ?

Stand up.

Come on.

I'm tired, Charlie.

I'm tired.

Give me your arm.

Here's your cane.

Take me back

to the hotel, son.

Home at last.

You all right now ?

Yeah.

- Do you want to use the bathroom ?

- No.

- Can I get you something ?

- No.

- You sure you're all right ?

- I'm fine, Charlie.

Do you mind

if I use the phone ?

Go ahead.

[ Dialing ]

- Hello ?

- Hi, is George there, please ?

Senior or Junior ?

Junior.

- Who's this ?

- A friend of his from school.

George isn't going to be talking

to any friends from school right now.

- Oh.

- Good-bye.

Colonel, are you

looking at me ?

I'm blind, Charlie.

I'm gonna take a nap.

Too much fresh air.

It's probably

a good idea.

Want me to help you

to your room ?

No.

Couch.

I like

this couch here.

You sure you're

all right, Colonel ?

I got a headache.

[ Sigh ]

Why don't you go downstairs,

get me some Aspirin, Charlie ?

- Some Aspirin.

- Yeah. Also...

I feel like

a cigar.

Get me a couple of

Monte Cristos, number one.

- Monte Cristos, number one.

- Yeah.

You won't be able to get 'em

at the newsstand downstairs.

So why don't you

go over to...

Fiftieth and Fifth,

Dunhill's.

Fella name of Arnold

in the humidor.

Tell him, um,

they're for me.

He'll know.

You're back

too fast.

You didn't get

my cigars, did you ?

Get out of here,

Charlie.

I thought we had a deal.

I welched. I'm a welcher.

Didn't I tell you ?

No, what you told me was that

you gave me all the bullets.

I lied.

- Yeah, well, you could have fooled me.

- And I did.

Charlie, how you ever gonna survive

in this world without me ?

Why don't you just

give me the gun, all right ?

Wh-- What are you doing ?

I'm gonna

shoot you too.

Your life's finished anyway.

Your friend George's gonna

sing like a canary.

And so are you.

And once you've sung,

Charlie, my boy,

you're gonna take your place

on that long, gray line...

of American manhood.

And you will be through.

I'd like to disagree

with you, Colonel.

You're in no position

to disagree with me, boy.

I got a loaded .45 here.

You got pimples.

I'm gonna kill ya, Charlie,

because I can't bear the thought...

of you sellin' out !

Put the gun down,

all right, Colonel ?

What ? You givin' me

an ultimatum ?

No, I'm --

I give the ultimatums !

I'm sorry.

All right ?

I'm sorry.

It's all right...

Charlie.

You break my heart, son.

All my life

I stood up...

to everyone

and everything...

because it made me feel

important.

You do it

'cause you mean it.

You got integrity, Charlie.

I don't know whether

to shoot ya or adopt ya.

Not much of a choice,

is it, sir ?

Aw, don't get cute now.

- Colonel, please put the gun away ?

- I asked you a question.

Do you want me to adopt ya,

or don't ya ?

Please ? I mean...

- you're just in a slump right now.

- Slump ?

No slump, Charlie.

I'm bad.

I'm not bad. No.

I'm rotten.

You're not bad.

Y-- You're just in pain.

What do you know

about pain ?

Hmm ? You little

snail darter...

from the Pacific Northwest.

What the f*** you know

about pain ?

Let me have the gun, Colonel.

No time to grow a dick, son.

Just, just give me

the gun, all right, Colonel ?

I'm talkin'

a parade ground. Ten-hut !

Soldier, that was

a direct order.

Give me the gun ?

You can stay

or you can leave.

You understand ?

Either way, I'm gonna do this thing.

Now why don't you leave

and spare yourself ?

I want your gun, Colonel.

I'm gonna give myself

a count.

You need a count

for balance.

Five, four...

three...

two...

one. F*** it.

Gimme ! F*** it !

- Get out of here !

- I'm stayin' right here !

- Get outta here !

- I'm stayin' right here.

- I'll blow your f***in' head off !

- Then do it !

You want to do it ?

Do it ! Let's go.

- [ Click ]

- F***.

Get outta here !

You f***ed up, all right ?

So what ?

So everybody does it.

Get on with your life, would ya ?

What life ?

I got no life !

I'm in the dark here !

You understand ?

I'm in the dark !

So give up. You want

to give up, give up...

'cause I'm givin' up too.

You said I'm through.

You're right.

We're both through.

It's all over.

So let's get on with it.

Let's f***in' do it.

Let's f***in' pull the trigger,

you miserable blind motherf***er.

Pull the trigger.

Here we go, Charlie.

I'm ready.

You don't want to die.

And neither do you.

Give me one reason not to.

I'll give you two. you can

dance the tango and drive a Ferrari...

better than anyone

I've ever seen.

You never seen anyone

do either.

Give me the gun, Colonel.

Oh, where do I go

from here, Charlie ?

If you're tangled up,

just tango on.

You askin' me

to dance, Charlie ?

?Did you ever have the feelin'

that you wanted to go ?

?And still had the feelin'

that you wanted to stay

You like my blues, Charlie ?

Yeah, they're beautiful.

I wore these for

Lyndon's inauguration.

Of course, uh, we weren't

the number one ball.

But he dropped by anyway.

Will you please

give me the gun ?

You're askin' an officer

to surrender his side arm.

You don't have to surrender it.

You just put it down for a little while.

All right ?

Just put it down.

Boy, I could use

a drink, Charlie.

How about a cup of coffee ?

[ Laughs ] Too big a leap for me

right now, Charlie.

Maybe tomorrow. Hah !

No, a Mr. John Daniels

would be preferred.

No water, Charlie.

No water.

Please.

Here's your drink,

Colonel.

[ Door Opening ]

Oh. I'm so sorry.

What time do you want me

to turn down the bed ?

- Uh, maybe later, all right ?

- What he means, senorita,

is come right in.

- Later, please ?

- Yes, sir.

Good afternoon.

Nice voice.

Boy, you have

a one-track mind.

Mm-hmm. Is there anything else

in this world, Charlie ?

- Not for you.

- You know what's kept me

goin' all these years ?

The thought that one day --

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