The Free World Page #4

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friends, you know?

And brothers started passin'

him pages from the Holy Book,

telling him he didn't

have to fight anymore.

To surrender to

the One and Only.

And just like that,

Cyclops was slain;

made a peaceful warrior

by Allah.

To friends.

- To friends.

- Old and new.

It's a day's drive

to the safe house.

Tried to make it

comfy for you back there,

but it'll get bumpy.

Shotgun in the back

if we hit any trouble.

And when you cross,

these guys'll take you

to my connection

who'll pay 'em out

and set you up somewhere

with an umbrella in your drink.

- Thank you.

- Thank you.

- Everybody, stop thanking me.

Come on.

Giddyap!

- Does he talk

that much all the time?

- Hmm.

Yeah, he's kind of got the gift.

- Mm-hmm.

I used to have a friend

who'd do that.

We called her Chicken.

- What? Chicken?

- She was not a chicken.

She used to tell everybody

she was part gypsy.

And she had these teeth

that you could just...

see comin' from a mile away.

- She was always

mouthin' off to the cops

and get all us kids in trouble.

- Mixing it up, huh?

- Uh-huh.

Then we'd have to fight-

I could fight.

- Yeah?

- Mm-hmm.

- Bet you could.

Before they locked me up,

I used to weigh about nothing.

I never caused too much trouble,

just kept to myself.

Just stole a couple cars

and run 'em till

they run out of gas.

Slept wherever.

- Before you, there was nothing.

It was all nothing.

- This is it.

Stay frosty.

- Welcome to nowhere!

Where nothin' is your business

and nobody got no names.

This is the precious cargo, huh?

- You our guy?

- I am the guy, amigo mio.

And this is my personal liaison.

He's a bit shy, as you can tell.

But he does know

what he's doin'.

As does everybody else out here.

Come on,

let's get you all settled.

You got a long drive maana.

We got us a live one, huh?

- We ain't looking for trouble.

- Oh, but you were sizing us up

ever since you got

out of that truck.

Did math on us, too, didn't ya?

How much we weigh?

Can we handle our business?

Look, we just move stuff around

down here, man.

That's all we do.

None of us want to go back to

a penitentiary over bullshit.

So why don't we all relax?

And I invite you

to be our guests.

- You're good?

- We're good.

- Country's not really

her genre.

- We love those shows

around here.

- You see last week

when they did disco?

- Kind of a guilty pleasure.

- Judges ate it up.

Even, uh, what's her name?

With the big old, uh...

with the hair?

You got to know who you are.

As an artist.

I mean, that's what

they're voting on

when America looks at 'em.

They want to know

who that singer is,

where he or she's been.

I want to look into that

person's eye and go,

"I know your story.

I can relate."

Well, it true, I mean,

it's as simple as that.

That's the difference between

a winner and a loser.

Honesty.

- We reserved the

honeymoon suite for y'all.

Okay, here's the deal.

Just in case Osama

didn't lay it out for ya,

you're gonna

stay with us tonight.

And tomorrow,

we are gonna load you into

the back of a truck

that is headed to Juarez,

where we are going to hand you

off to some other nice folks

that are gonna get you

across to the safe house

and then on to sunny Caracas.

You got some agua.

There's a working commode.

Hell, you got

all the comforts of home!

See, when everybody plays nice,

everybody gets what they want.

We'll see you in the morning.

Doris?

Doris!

No.

No!

Doris?

- Careful with this one.

- Where is she?

- Where is she?

- In the hatch!

- Where is the hatch?

- Neon sign.

Neon sign!

- Give me the keys.

- Mohamed!

- Come here.

It's okay.

- You okay?

- It's okay.

- You okay?

- I'm okay.

It's okay.

- Mo, Mo, look at me.

Look at me.

Look at me.

Look at me!

- Mo?

Mo?

Are you okay?

Mo?

You okay?

You okay?

- I'm so sorry.

That was me. I'm sorry.

- It's okay.

- That was me there.

I'm sorry.

That was...

That was me.

I'm sorry.

- I know.

I know.

I know. It's okay.

It's okay.

- Are you okay?

- I'm okay.

We're okay.

Okay?

We're okay, we're okay.

- How fast was I going?

- Sh*t.

- No.

No.

No!

- Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t, sh*t.

Hey.

We can't stop.

We can't stop.

Listen to me.

- Why was I going so fast?

- Listen to me.

We can't stop, okay?

Listen to me.

Listen to me!

We can't stop.

Look at us.

We can't stop, okay?

- You two in the minivan!

Pull over to the-

- It's one car.

Don't stop.

Okay?

- Okay.

- We're not gonna stop.

- All right.

- We can do it, okay?

I'm right here.

- All right.

- We're gonna go.

- Yeah.

- Okay?

- Yeah.

Hold on!

Go!

- We can do it,

we're gonna make it.

We can make it.

Don't stop.

Don't you stop.

Don't you stop.

It's okay.

It's okay.

- Let's go.

- We can do it.

Okay.

- Come on. Come on!

Come on!

Come on.

Come on. Come on.

- You two in the blue minivan!

Get out of the van!

- No, no, no, no, no.

We gonna run!

We gonna run.

And we're gonna go

in opposite directions.

- No, no-

- Run as fast as you can.

- They'll shoot you, no!

- Get out of the van right now!

- They'll shoot you-

I'm not gonna leave you.

- No, no, no,

they ain't gonna shoot me.

Ain't nobody, now-

they're just two cops.

Okay?

They ain't gonna do that.

I'm gonna find you.

- How?

- I'll find you.

You know that.

I'll find you, okay?

- Yeah.

- Yeah?

All right, you ready?

- I'm ready.

- He's not getting out.

- This is your last warning!

Out of the minivan!

Okay.

Okay.

- One, two...

three.

- Let's go.

She's out.

- Get out of the van

and get on the ground!

- She's my hostage.

I'm lettin' her go.

I stabbed him.

She didn't have nothin'

to do with it.

- Get on the f***in' ground!

- I stabbed him.

- The f*** is happening?

- I killed him.

It-it was me.

- Look, man, get on the ground.

Nobody has to die today.

- He's got bracelets on him!

- You hear me? Huh?

- Get on the ground

and we can talk about this.

- I surrender.

I surrender to you.

I surrender to you.

I surrender everything to you.

- He's reaching for somethin'

- Stand down!

- No.

No!

- F***!

- I told you to stand down!

- Mohamed!

- loan? seem to get used to

that big clunk,

when the doors lock up.

And all the night noise starts.

But there's this little

patch of sky out my window

and I can see

clouds moving along.

Off to some place

that isn't here.

Someplace bigger,

they got more room

to do what they do.

Cloud things, I guess.

When I think of you,

It takes me away from here,

out past the place Where

the clouds get off to.

All I have to do is just think

about your face,

and I'm out in the free world,

pressing up against the Walls

of our little closet.

And We're there...

together.

Where things don't echo

all the time.

I think of you.

I think of you.

I think of you.

Hi.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- Hi.

You get my letter?

- Yeah.

Even tried to write you

back, but...

Just came out wrong.

- It's okay.

- Hmm.

- You should keep trying,

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