Stealing Cars Page #3

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Yeah, I know.

Ahh. The fruit juice of human kindness.

I want you boys to drop down

and give me 50.

Please and thank you very much.

I'm waiting.

I believe you boys

were admiring my automobile?

In the parlance of the street,

she's cherry.

Now, you guys are light years from this,

but we do have a trustee program...

that allows those who get in

the program and stay in the program...

the privilege of working on my car...

and drinking lemonade

as the sun sets.

It's an incentive program, if you will.

Mr. Wyatt, how many is that?

Eight percent.

I want another 50.

Come on, Stein,

I haven't seen you do one good one yet.

Don't make me help you!

- Push with your arms!

- I can't.

Push! Give me one f***ing good one!

Push! Come on, you weakling.

One f***ing push-up. Two...

three, four. You waste of space.

Push! All day! We'll do this all day!

"'Everyone must leave

something behind when he dies'...

my grandfather said.

A child, or a book, or a painting...

or a house, or a wall built...

or a pair of shoes made...

or a garden planted." Boys...

unless you wanna join him...

"Something your hand touched

some way...

so your soul has somewhere to go

when you die.

And when people look at that tree

or that flower you planted...

you're there."

Oh, wow, if it's Bernville,

and it's autumn and it's after 6, ooh...

don't be caught dead without

the Bernville Camp for Boys tuxedo.

Made from the finest Dacron in Akron,

rubber capital of the world.

It is smart, dashing and now,

the Bernville Camp for Boys tuxedo.

If you gotta be bad, but you wanna

look good, this is the tux for you...

and you, and you and you.

It comes in a rainbow of colors,

red, yellow, tan and brown.

The Bernville Camp for Boys tuxedo!

It is a veritable clusterfuck of a tux.

Any takers? Five ninety-nine.

It's 7.99 at Walmart.

What about you fellas over here?

No? No takers? You guys over here?

Rainbow of colors. Rainbow.

Oh. Jeez.

- You can't sit here, man.

- I can't and...

And yet I am.

I just wanna say thanks, man.

For what,

carrying your weak ass to the Infirmary?

No, no, no. This morning at the site,

you came to check on me.

What?

You were checking on my well-being

after my night out. It was very Oprah.

- Seven-thirty, just spew this sh*t out.

- Oh, oh.

I'm a vessel. This sh*t just comes to me

from the universe.

I put it back out there.

I'm a channeler. I see things.

- It's what I do. Hold on.

- Believe this sh*t?

I'm pretending I'm Christ trying to

get the waiter back at my table...

at the Last Supper.

I just found a fly in my fish.

- CVS.

- CVS what?

"CVS what?" "CVS wh..."

CVS, man, the drugstore chain.

You're a regional manager by 40.

Yeah, you'll train somewhere

in northern Virginia...

but you end up back in Pennsylvania.

Three perfect kids, a beautiful wife.

You'll be living on Philly Main Line

adjacent and driving a Jag.

Doing your best not to bang it.

Oh... You're just begging to get beat,

you know that?

That's bullshit, man.

Uh-oh. Six Flags! Six Flags!

We need not to be let alone.

We need to be really bothered

once in a while.

How long is it since you were really

bothered about something important?

About something real.

Ray, you are the sh*t.

- Get up and get out of that.

- Where am I going?

- You got a visitor.

- Forget it.

I can't. You ought to see her,

true piece.

- I don't have all day, Wyatt.

- Mm-hm.

Mrs. Wyatt.

Billy.

Permission to return to population, sir?

- Sit down, son.

- Go to hell.

Okay, I'm gonna sit.

Will you get your hands off me?

Okay, okay!

There. Yeah, thank you!

Billy, I just... I've...

I've been thinking about you.

I just wanted

to know if you were okay, and I drove...

Nobody asked you to.

Is everything all right?

I just wanted to see my son.

Permission to return to population, sir.

Jesus Christ, Billy,

please stop staying that.

I know, I know

I've made mistakes, but...

Permission to return to population!

Okay, all right, Billy. Come with me.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Wyatt.

Just give me a minute.

- Hey, hey, hey.

- What?

- So, what's the story?

- There's no story.

- Yeah, but she's your mother.

- That's not my fault.

So you won't talk to her?

- No, I'm not gonna talk to her.

- Here you go, ma'am.

You can throw me back

in there, but you cannot open my eyes.

Maybe not this time.

What do you want me to do,

want me to handle it?

Yeah. Please.

- All right. All right, man.

- Pl... Thank you.

- Mrs. Wyatt. Uh...

- Yes.

I'm sorry, he just...

- He just doesn't wanna talk to you.

- No, no, I'm sorry.

Sometimes these boys

need extra time to adjust.

- You can't blame yourself for it.

- I know.

Uh-huh. Okay, I should go.

Sorry.

I'll walk you to the car.

- Here you go.

- Thank you.

Let's go, Mr. Wyatt.

Hey, hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey, hey

Whoa.

Does Conrad know about this place?

Yeah.

And he's cool with it?

Yeah. Conrad's an idiot,

but he ain't stupid.

He knows outside this place

there's more of me than him.

So Conrad makes allowances.

Conrad, Carnalito, is a p*ssy.

He's a p*ssy for you, El Gato.

For Guillermo,

he's a p*ssy with a whip.

That douchebag's liable to bury me.

Isn't that what you want, Guillermo?

What are you, high?

Yeah.

But I'm right.

Why you wanna die so bad?

Huh?

What did you do?

Nothing.

Man, you come in here

taunting the bull, man...

in the center of the ring.

Calling Conrad out on his sh*t.

Whoa.

Going head to head with J.T.

- Jesus, man.

- Messing with De La Cruz.

- What is this sh*t?

- De La Cruz, man, heh, El Diablo.

I don't know

about Montgomery anymore.

That's the devil's greatest trick.

What you doing in here, Billy? You best

let that sh*t out before it eats you alive.

What did you do, Billy?

I gotta know.

My mother was here today.

I can't even look at her.

How do you ever go home?

F***!

Hey, hey. Don't.

Oh, man.

What the hell, Billy?

Good evening, Sheriff Till.

Get in the car, Billy.

Yeah, see you around, officer.

Sheriff Till?

When you're done there,

we need you back at the station.

You know what I think, Billy?

Any father who teaches his kid

about Johnny Cash...

- things ain't so bad.

- You know what?

You do not talk to me

about my father, okay?

And you don't talk about me.

You don't know me.

Well, you talk to me

like a gentleman, Billy...

or you shut the hell up.

Come on, Billy.

I don't belong in there, man.

Things happened that shouldn't

have happened. They just...

- kept happening.

- What things?

Oh, come on. Why does everybody

wanna know all of a sudden?

Because they figure

it's written all over your face.

I can't say it. I don't...

What do you want me to say?

I don't know what to say.

- Fair enough.

- Yeah.

Yeah, I'm messed up here, officer.

Come on, Billy, stop. Billy. Sh*t!

- No, no, no. Come on, just let me go.

- Come on.

Look, what are you doing?

No. What...?

Come on, Billy. Come on,

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