The Great & The Small Page #5

- Yeah.

Put a little ah, put a

little butter on top.

You're gonna want

more than that.

Just take a whole

big piece of it.

Yeah, that's it.

Okay now, just

spread it all over.

Add a little to each layer,

like on each pancake going down.

Pour it back and forth.

Let it drip down the sides.

Yeah,

okay.

- They look good.

Thank you.

- Yeah, I mean it's been a

while since I cooked for anyone.

You're more than welcome.

- Oh, I see, okay,

I'm using the knife I

guess, so it's okay.

Oh geez.

- Mmm.

Pancakes.

- Yeah.

- I don't like these calls,

I really don't.

Squatting they call it.

You know, findin'

abandoned homes,

homes for sale, foreclosures.

This is detective Dupre,

making the rent...

Living where there

ain't nobody living.

The economy, I would

say is the problem,

it's the issue, not the people.

A complete social breakdown,

bullshit is what I call it.

See, I come from the dirt,

and that's a way of life.

Something I have

a big heart for.

I watched him run

from the house.

I did not give chase.

To be real with you, I was

very happy that he ran.

One, I do not run,

and two, I hate the

f***ing paperwork.

Anyway, here he

was running through

the snake infested woods.

Oh my goodness, you know, like

that, that famous fairy tale,

to somebody's house

he goes, you know,

over the mountain, through

the snake infested woods.

Eat up.

- Happy?

- Happy?

Did I upset you by

sharing my meal with you?

- No, you haven't upset

me, it's just I've got

a lot of work to do, and

um, to be honest, officer.

- Oh no, no, sorry, detective.

I ain't never loved

that title you know.

It's got too much dick in it,

do you know what I'm saying?

De-tec-tive.

- Yeah, detective.

Um, like you I've got a boss

breathing down my neck, and...

- oh I understand.

- Well you've been

sitting there,

you've eaten half your

lunch and you're telling

me some story about some

boy who lives in a house.

- Yeah, Nicholas Scott.

- What about him?

- What's the hurry now?

Such a pushy little sh*t

you turned out to be.

Can you not see I am looking

for information here?

I know what I wrote.

Beginning to wonder

in my little head.

- Ain't little.

- Oh, You know

what my daddy called it?

He called it a high forehead.

You better mind your mouth

or I'm gonna have

to mind it for you.

Nicholas Scott.

- He did some service here.

- Oh.

- We get a lot of people.

- Well, where do he be?

Oh I didn't say that line

from the great fairy tale

for shits and giggles, about

going through the woods

to somebody's house.

Hmm?

Why'd you take so

long to tell me?

Eat the carrots.

Not gonna give you the mouth

orgasm that maybe a French fry

would but it could give you

something to gnaw on, you know.

- Yup, that's lovely.

- Yeah, I know.

Who bullshittin' who here, huh?

Oh here it is, here it be.

Court order to

finish work release.

Oh no sorry, probation,

and the finish date is

January six, the f***?

I don't see no Nicholas.

And blind I am not.

- He finished early.

Hard workin' type,

they do exist you know.

- I found this

where Nicholas

used to be staying.

- Yeah, never seen it,

but, yeah, they

look like drawings.

- These are wonderful drawings.

Wonderful.

But you ain't never seen this?

- Never seen said notebook.

See, I can talk as well

detective, and I ain't special.

- Of course, he

could've just took it.

You know maybe,

he's not exactly

an angel, is he?

But then again who is?

- What are you saying?

- What am I saying?

I ain't saying nothing.

How do it be though?

I, I know for a fact

that Nicholas was working

here when he lost his home,

or dwelling,

let's call it dwelling,

but you don't know

nothing about that?

- Oh, hang on.

Here look.

He wrote his address

down on the contract.

- Ah.

Oh my goodness,

well this is new.

I sure as sh*t ain't gonna be

able to learn this address.

That motorcycle

outside, that's yours?

- Yup that's my bike.

- A Harley?

- No.

- No sh*t.

Can I mount it?

Can I feel it between my legs?

- No.

- Well you cannot

fault me for trying.

I'mma say that.

- You got a minute for

me Mr. Nicholas Scott?

- Yeah, that's me.

- Oh I ain't asking.

I'm detective Candice Dupre.

Nice to finally

meet you in person.

I feel like I already

done maybe met you.

I can tell you that

I'm very interested

in having a little

chat with you.

And I can further tell you

and promise you young man,

that your coming

with me right now

is in your very best interest.

This right here is me

making it easy for you.

I have a very strong

feeling you know

what I wanna talk to you about.

Why don't you get

in that car with me.

The hell is that, hey.

- what is this?

- What is what?

You mean what we're doing?

Well what'd you think it is?

I think that you have some idea

of what brought me to you.

I think you have

some stories for me.

So I'm thinking

why don't we just

go get you a cone at blue bell,

find a beautiful park bench,

we just gon' sit down,

we gon' talk a minute.

- I ran back through

the house as planned.

You know, double checking and,

and I stayed in this

bathroom for a while

just staring at this tub.

It was so big and empty.

Like it had never been used.

I thought like my life.

I start remember thinking,

and the alarm was

being set so I,

I walked back downstairs

and got in the truck,

and I didn't even

say a word to him.

And then

at that point I didn't know

what the f*** I was doing.

- Take a bite of that ice cream.

For your hands.

Go ahead.

- Oh uh, yeah,

I did everything he told me.

After I dropped him off I

drove the truck out of a town

in the middle of nowhere,

and it was just like he

said, there were two dudes,

and no words spoken,

the bag handed over,

and I opened it in front

of him, you know, to count,

and truth is I didn't

count that sh*t.

It's more money than I ever saw.

I guess I just, I

looked over it and,

you know, like I

knew what I was doing

and sh*t or something,

and then I walked,

and walked.

I walked like five

f***ing miles through

these sh*t ass fields

and over tracks and,

and there he was

waiting for me,

right there on his bike.

And, you know I'll never forget,

I'm walking up to him and

I'm getting on the bike

and I can't help but,

you know, kinda

crack a smile 'cause,

yeah I knew I'd done

something wrong but

I was about to do

something really right.

And you know, we drove off.

- I miss ice cream

so much, you know.

- I didn't take the money.

That's um, that's

the right thing,

the right thing I did.

- Is this the house?

- Hmm.

- Yes or no?

- Yes.

- You didn't take the money?

- Didn't want that sh*t.

- That is a very

sweet thing to hear.

- Yeah.

- One time when I was up in

high school my girlfriend,

that is girl who was my

friend, I only had one,

one too many, and

she done lied to me,

and almost took me down.

Hurt my feelings,

uh, so bad.

So finally my daddy sat

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