Small Town Saturday Night Page #5

take you on vacations and stuff.

How'd you like that?

Let's get the f*** outta here.

It's hotter than the hubs of hell.

Better reel in that line, boy.

We're heading in.

Rhett, please say something.

Rhett.

What the f*** do you want me to say?

What do you want me to say?

That I understand?

That I'm happy you're giving

your ex-f***ing-husband a second

chance?

- ls that what you want?

- No, I...

Why did you wait two f***in' years

to make this decision now?

You knew from the very beginning

what I was gonna do with my life.

We talked about it.

You said it.

You said it to me--

my future was our future.

- You said that!

- I know. I know what I said, Rhett.

I... you know, I just--

I need to do this

so that I don't wonder

for the rest of my life

if I made the wrong decision.

You know, I don't ever...

I don't ever want to look at you

and think that you're the reason

I took Megan away from her father.

Well, what if I was willing

to give it all up

and stay here with you guys?

I couldn't-- I couldn't live with myself

and I don't-- I don't think

you could either.

Rhett, you are gonna

thank me for this one day.

Don't flatter yourself.

- I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

- So am I.

F***!

F***!

210, armed robbery in progress.

- Copy?

- F***!

Copy...

Get the f*** back!

Come on, motherf***er.

F***ing start.

F***.

God damn it, Donny.

Have you lost your f***ing mind?

Get out of my way, Tommy.

Get the f*** outta the way, Tommy.

- Damn it, Donny, do not do this.

- Move!

F***in' move, you pig. Move.

I'll f***ing shoot you.

Move.

That's good.

That's right.

That's right. That's right.

Now move the f***ing truck.

Move it.

Are you the man now, huh?

You're a f***ing big man, huh?

Isn't this the way you want it?

Right here?

If you can whoop my ass,

you can walk outta here.

- There ain't nobody else to stop you.

- I'll f***in' do it.

Come on.

Just like when we were kids.

Come on.

Okay.

Get the f*** outta the way.

Donny.

Jesus, Donny...

look-- look at your son.

F*** you.

That's f***in' cheap.

- Just think about what you're doing.

- F*** you.

I don't give a f***.

Ready? Yeah?

Ready? Are you ready?

- F***in' come here, you dumb f***.

- F*** you.

Get the f*** down!

F***in' Donny.

Don't give in to these f***ers.

- You dumb sh*t.

- I'll see you later.

Get up.

I knew this was gonna happen.

- Mom.

- That girl--

- Don't start, Phyllis.

- Stop telling me not to start.

Rhett, you didn't work

this hard on your career

to give it all away for a girl.

- Ask you father about that.

- Will you go back inside?

You're not helping.

Man, oh man.

Don't pay any attention.

- She means well...

- Yeah.

- ...I guess.

- I know.

Hey, why don't we go

down to The Stockade

and have a few brewskis

with your pops?

- I'd love to, Pop, but...

- Come on.

...I gotta go see the guys

before the show.

Okay.

All right, all right.

- Yeah?

- Yeah, sure. I understand.

Look, son...

you know, if you do go away,

it's not as if you're

going away forever.

We'll always be here for you.

This will always be your home.

Right?

Yeah. Okay.

Look, would you tell your mom

that I'm going to Bible study?

- Right?

- Yeah.

Good man.

There you go.

You're looking handsome now, mister.

Hey there, champ.

Let's get you home, huh?

Hey, Rhett.

Where's your bathroom?

Let's go.

Excuse me.

Get up.

Did you and Sam break up?

Jeez.

- What?

- Jesus, Les.

Stop picking on Les, Wade.

So did you?

You wanna-- you wanna

turn the siren on?

There ya go.

My baby.

Come here, come here.

My baby.

Thank you, Tommy.

Thanks, I'm so glad.

My baby.

Why the numbers

on the phone have to be...

But I don't have--

but I don't have to be...

Just promise me one thing

when you wake in the morning

That I missed her

is all that I said.

- Hey, buddy.

- Hey.

Can I ask you something?

Yeah, shoot.

Hell, yeah, we will.

What if this girl doesn't like me?

Who, the Portly chick?

Come on, I'm sure she'll like you.

Yeah, well, that's easy for you to say.

You don't look like a... ball licker.

Just be yourself, Les.

You know?

I know this is gonna sound gay,

but I'm really gonna miss you.

I'm gonna miss you too, buddy.

- We're out of ammo.

- No.

Yo, what time does

that make it, molester?

- Time for a reload.

- That's right.

Hey, Les, what time's your date?

Why? What time is it?

Oh, crud!

See you later, guys.

Hey, what about our beer,

you little butthole?

I'll get it.

Hey, D, let me borrow your car.

Mine's got all my sh*t in it.

- You want some money, dude?

- No, I'm good.

- Thanks.

- Yep.

Just hold on here, Charlie.

I don't know what the hell

has gotten into you,

but my son ain't no thief.

I'm gonna whip your ass

and his at the same time.

Come on, Charlie.

We both know that wouldn't be

much of a fight.

Come on, Chuck.

Sit down, have a drink--

Get your f***in' hands

off me, you big--

F*** you.

- I'll slap the sh*t out of you.

- F*** you, Charlie.

- You want a piece of me?

- Yeah, I want a piece of you.

- Hey, back the f*** off, Vic.

- You're lucky, Vic.

You get to spend the night here

instead of the f***in' hospital.

F*** off.

- Motherf***er.

- Hey.

You did-- you did all right.

Where are you taking me?

This is bullshit.

You hear me?

It's bullshit.

I'm talking to you, you mother--

What are you doing,

picking a fist fight at your age?

ln front of God and everybody.

ls this what it takes

to get you to visit?

Let's go in and have a drink.

Come on, let's go.

Get out now.

No no no.

Get your drunk ass out.

This is the last time

I'm bringing your ass home.

Come here.

Move your--

You make me sick.

You sound just like your mother.

I'm done.

I'm done making excuses

for the two of you.

You know what Donny's done this time?

Don't give a sh*t.

You never have.

You two guys

are always blaming me

for everything that

goes wrong in your life.

Your mother left all of us, remember?

If she's so goddamn special,

why didn't she take you with her?

See?

lt ain't all my fault.

So f*** him and f*** you too!

You're a sad man, Dad.

Run as fast as you are able

Please forget where you have been

You don't want me at your table

So if I knock, don't let me in

Now if I knock, don't let me in

- 'Cause I am not what you are after...

- Sh*t.

And you don't know where I have been

You could love me,

but I'm not worth it

So if I knock, don't let me in

Now if I knock, don't let me in

Just bury

That feeling

As deep

As you can dig

And save it

For someone who knows

What to do with it.

Oh, nice.

Still alive, you cockroach?

Yeah. I'm a thorn in your side, copper.

What are you doing home?

Julie got sick.

Where's Dad?

He's at his Bible study.

She got sick?

- I'll get it.

- Mom, I got it.

- I'll get it.

- Mom--

Leslie, I'll get it.

Ryan residence.

Hi, Julie.

- How are you feeling?

- Tell her I'm not here.

Yes, Leslie's right here.

You hold on, honey.

She is fine and dandy

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