Stealing Cars Page #6

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Wanna press rewind'

Try to make sense

The sound of your voice on the call

It's always been there

But this time it's me left alone

Guess it can hit this close to home

I got you, I got you.

What would that mean?

Billy.

- A word, please.

- Clandestine.

- That's very funny, Mr. Wyatt.

- Ancillary?

I'd like to talk to you, please.

What's up, Montay? Montiago.

Montel Williams. The Full Monty.

You know, your work with the outdoor

theater was really, really impressive.

I really, really didn't do that much.

I think you've done

a lot more than you realize.

Oh. Okay.

- Is there a tux on my golden horizon?

- No. No.

But I'm impressed.

I'm so impressed that

I'm gonna assign you trustee status.

Does that mean that I get to get out

of this hellhole early? No offense.

None taken. And not exactly.

Come here.

I wanna show you something.

I want you to meet...

The White Goddess.

Monty? We have to get you a woman.

I want you to care for her

like she's truth and beauty on wheels.

I can do that.

You know, I employ three

different types of polishes on her...

throughout the year.

In the fall, a medium carnauba,

and it's always...

You always polish in straight lines,

never in circles.

Straight lines.

- Well, ain't this some sh*t?

- Goddamn movie theater.

- I was the brains.

- We did all the work.

And he takes all the glory.

What a setup.

Come on, man.

We're back in the cotton field.

Oh, Nathan, you see your boy?

Who gonna help you now?

You seem to be

a bit all over the place here...

aesthetically speaking.

What do you really think of me?

Oh. That's like a wife asking her husband

if she looks fat.

- I'm not going there.

- Come on, please tell me.

Okay, you look fat.

You seem to be

on some kind of mission, huh?

Boy, I'd love to know what that is.

Hell-bent on saving every boy

here at the camp.

What with all your speeches

and your prognostications.

Is that a word?

I don't think that's a word.

But, you know, you're on a roll.

So carry on, please.

Open it.

Why open it? I lived it.

All right, then.

Shouldn't be that difficult

refreshing your memory, huh?

Grand theft auto. Vandalism.

Dealing mushrooms

and sampling your own wares.

And you got busted by the police...

at 4 a.m., naked on a corner

in Riverdale, wow.

I don't mean to get technical, sir,

but I was wearing socks.

You think I don't know anything,

do you?

Just like anybody

who's ever tried to tell you anything.

But I'll tell you, I do know one thing.

I know what it's like to lose a father.

When I was 13 years old,

I found out my father had cancer.

And the next two years,

I just watched him wither away.

Brought him home from the hospital so

he could spend the last few days with us.

I remember one morning

I was going to school...

and I heard the TV on

in the living room.

And I thought my father

was just watching The Today Show.

But he wasn't.

He wasn't watching anything.

He was...

He had a plastic bag around his head.

He decided to beat God to the punch.

So, you see,

I do know what it's like to lose a father.

And everything around you

just becomes so stupid.

Your friends, your teachers.

And you know

what really pisses you off?

Is everybody's cockiness.

Thinking that everything

is so important, so dramatic.

Like everything's gonna last forever.

The day we buried them...

I looked across the street

from the cemetery...

and there was this guy

mowing his lawn...

like nothing had happened.

And it made me insane.

Billy, do you know why you're here?

Not because you dealt drugs

or you... Or you stole a car.

Please don't.

Because you need

to learn a lesson, Billy.

You need to learn that

no one gets away with anything.

Not with all your jokes,

and all your charm and all your talk.

You know, that's just bullshit.

Whoo!

- Hey.

- Hi.

- You're Billy's sister, yeah?

- Yeah.

- Have you seen him around?

- Mm-hm.

- Speak of the devil.

- Ollie.

Come on, man. I told you, not here.

- I'm sorry, man, I forgot what you said.

- That's cool, man.

Why don't you go see Dad?

You've been

begging us to beat you for it.

But I'm not gonna do that, Billy.

I'm not. I'm gonna teach you

how to live with it. By admitting it.

You were at the wheel.

And if you hadn't been wasting time

with your dealer...

y'all would've made it.

Oh, don't, no. Oh, I love, yes.

Oh, come on.

Or hang around for you'

Let me give you

a little father-son, Billy.

You're driving in your car...

you turn on the radio.

Your girl's riding shotgun.

She's got her hand on your knee.

Dad, we got a little girl

in the backseat here.

A song comes on the radio...

the kind of song makes you drive

until it's over...

so you crank it up.

If she says "turn it down"...

dump her at the next corner.

Does Mom ever turn it down?

Not once.

What was that thing

with the kid there?

Dad, it was nothing.

Sometimes I think

Doing the right thing

is never nothing, Billy.

One lonely hour seems forever

You can't go back there.

You know what they'll do to you?

AH that's over. From now on,

you just stay at the trustee dorm.

And the rest of your time here

will be just penance.

Not punishment.

You're too smart for punishment.

But just ripe enough for penance.

That's why I like you.

That's why I think you're special.

Hey, Nathan.

You know what I think?

I think your boy Billy

is cruising the Cruz.

Always thought he was a slammer.

Him with all his flowery talk

and his reading and sh*t.

Blow me, Earl.

You didn't just say that, Med Baby.

- What did he say?

- Maybe you didn't hear me.

Blow me.

Nathan, my man.

That was a mistake.

- Earl, leave him alone.

- Yo, chill.

- Yo, Nathan.

- Nathan.

- He's gonna kill him, yo.

- Yeah.

- All right, ease up.

- All right, that's enough.

Get him up.

Things don't work out so good

when there's no Billy around.

I do believe it's time for your fitting.

Get your bucket. Pick it up.

Don't you spill that sh*t on me.

Let's go.

Hey, Billy.

Some lemonade would be nice, huh?

Okay, there's nothing

you can do for him.

And don't waste your time with

some heroic fantasies either, all right?

Focus on your own salvation.

Hey, Billy, can you get that?

Hello.

Yes.

Who's calling, please?

Who?

These plugs

are in incredible mint condition.

- Who... Who was that?

- Your father.

He wanted to know if you were

still playing golf Sunday.

I was doing this to help you out.

I made a little mistake, but...

I know these kinds of things?

My prognostications!

- Yo, Billy!

- Yo, son!

Yo, Billy! Yeah!

- Are you kidding me?

- You back?

You know, this...

This dying thing kind of sucks.

I don't wanna hear that sh*t.

You are not dying, okay?

Nobody is dying.

- Stay up. Stay up, B.

- Yeah.

- What the hell is going on?

- Tina.

Help me. Get his head.

You got him?

Hey, we have an emergency.

Please hurry.

Mr. Wyatt.

Come out of the car immediately.

Sh*t!

Mr. Wyatt. Mr. Wyatt,

get out of the car.

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