The Last Detail Page #2

Come on. Be a man.

Quart bottles of hair tonic,

model cars...

I couldn't even build a model car.

Just crap...

...you know?

I had money on the books.

You can ask anybody.

But it's gone now...

...because I got forfeiture on pay

and everything...

But I had money.

It's okay, man.

- It's okay.

- It's not okay.

The kid's crazy.

Yeah, he ought to see

a f***ing psychiatrist.

What about now, man?

We got a nut on our hands right now.

You know what I mean?

We ought to take him off the train

at Washington...

...walk him around a bit

till he gets cooled off.

He's a f***ing mess.

Well, the last train

don't take off till 10:30.

Plenty of time for some good chow.

What do you want to eat, Meadows?

I don't know.

- What do you think?

- Looks good.

A little crowded.

What do you think, Meadows?

It's fine.

Think they'll melt the cheese on the

burgers? I like the cheese melted.

Do you see a booth in there, Mule?

It's a little crowded.

- F*** the crowd. I'm hungry.

- Me too.

Maybe the next place, huh?

We're going to miss our train!

Who gives a sh*t?

So we miss the train.

We got five days!

Come on!

Is your word worth anything?

Sure it is.

As good as the next guy's.

The next guy's a prick!

What I mean is, Meadows...

...you aren't going to try and run away

while we're here in Washington, are you?

Forget about that.

Will you not bang into people...

...and embarrass us like that?

- And not steal anything?

- No, sir.

Goddamn it!

Hold still, Meadows.

Son of a b*tch. All right.

No question about it.

- It almost gets you high.

- That's entertainment.

- Cheese melted enough for you?

- Sure.

It ain't melted at all.

Send it back!

Send the goddamn thing back.

- You're paying for it.

- It's all right.

Have it the way you want it.

Waiter!

Melt cheese for the chief, would you?

Thank you.

See, Meadows?

It's just as easy...

...to have it the way you want it.

Goddamn!

Hey!

Where's these malts at?

See what I mean, Meadows?

That's good.

Better catch that train.

We still got time for a beer.

Now wait a minute, man.

I ain't old enough.

You ain't old enough for what?

For a beer.

Everybody's old enough for a beer.

Ain't that right, Mule?

Well, I'm not.

I know a place right here.

It's nice and quiet.

Eight years and a D. D.,

at least we can buy the kid a beer.

Hi, Ed.

I'll take 30 cents worth of beer

in a glass...

...and the same for my shipmates.

Ed don't work here no more.

- Let me see your I. D. 's.

- How come?

Because this kid ain't old enough.

- Listen, pal...

- Listen yourself, pal.

The law says I have to serve him,

but...

I tell you what you do,

Mr. Citizen Bartender.

Take your beers

and ram them up your ass sideways.

- Can you dig it?

- Whoa there, sunshine.

We're going, so you can take your hand

off that horse cock...

...you got stashed under the bar.

How do you know I don't have

something with a little more bark to it?

This redneck's talking about firearms.

I know that you ain't got nothing

but wood under there...

...because I was here

when a certain sailor...

...got it up the side of his head.

What do you think about that, redneck?

The boss'd lose his license

for sure if I serve that kid.

I'll kick your ass around the block

for drill, man.

You try,

and I'll call the shore patrol.

I am the motherfucking shore patrol,

motherf***er!

I am the motherfucking

shore patrol!

Now give him a beer!

- I don't want...

- You're going to have a beer!

I don't feel like one right now.

Come on, man. Come on.

Come on, let's go!

Come on, man.

Man, you are a Bad Ass!

- I am, ain't I?

- Thought you'd blow his head off.

- What?

- You're a Bad Ass.

- A what?

- A Bad Ass!

- A what?!

- A Bad Ass!

You ain't leaving D. C.

till you got a belly full of beer!

Come on, kid! Jesus Christ!

Did you see that cracker a**hole?

"The law says that I got to serve him,

but I..."

I thought he'd have a heart attack.

- Scared the sh*t out of him!

- He was scared!

He was ready to go!

He was gone!

I'd like to drink a toast to Batman...

...Superman...

...and the Human Torch!

What's a Human Torch?

A pure, white, Southern American boy.

The Human Torch...

...when he goes like this...

...he throws a ball of flames

up on you...

...and the f***ing building

goes up in an explosion.

And he had a littler guy

that flies around with him.

The best goddamn drink

in the world, isn't it?

Maybe we can sneak it on the train

and finish it off there.

Know what I mean?

The train left

What?

The train left 15 minutes ago.

Well, that's nice! That's f***ing nice!

For Christ's sake,

give me a break!

We got five days.

We're on per diem.

I say what we do...

...is check into a hotel...

...hoist up a few more...

...have a good night's sleep.

Tomorrow we get on the train.

Sunday.

What the f*** are you laughing at?

Laughing at that silly

son of a b*tch over there.

That's what I'm laughing at.

Come on...

...let's get ourselves into...

I got to go to the bathroom!

...a hotel room.

Wonderful idea.

Prisoner...

...on your feet.

Come on.

Cheer up!

Ain't this the life, Mule?

It sure beats freezing your ass

in the alley, don't it?

Beats the hell out of being

back in Sh*t City too, don't it?

I bet it even beats being

at Portsmouth too.

You know, kid...

...you got a hell of a knack for

killing a conversation.

Just imagine that your hands...

...are the hands of a clock.

"A"...

...is twenty to six.

"B"...

...quarter to six.

"C"...

...ten to six.

"D"...

...straight up six o'clock...

Come on, man!

We're watching the movie.

Meadows, you want to learn

how to be a signalman?

After the movie, man!

I always tell a new

semaphore personality this...

...to ensure that you send

a more perfect semaphore.

Ready?

I don't expect you to get it perfect.

This just happens to require

a great deal of manual dexterity.

All right.

That was very good, Meadows.

Very good indeed.

You must have a flair for this

sort of thing.

Some people do.

I do, for instance.

I have a flair for this sort of thing.

We got it.

We f***ing got it, boys.

Here it is.

The truck that...

Very nice catch.

The truck that made your mama's son.

Motherfucking Jesus H. Christ!

You guys mind if I say something?

That guy at the bar...

...why did you get so mad at him?

I don't blame him

not giving me a beer.

Don't you never get mad at nobody?

Yeah, sure. I do. Yeah.

Who do you get mad at?

Well, not at somebody

who's doing their job.

Who then?

Injustice.

Bullshit!

You don't never get mad at nobody.

You're just a p*ssy.

I do too get mad.

Did you ever get mad at the old man

for what he done to you?

Well, he was just...

Doing his job.

They're going to take eight years

out of your life.

Six years. You said six.

What the f*** difference does it make?

You don't even care about it.

Hey, come on, Bad Ass.

- That don't help him.

- F*** help!

I mean, f*** fair.

F*** injustice.

Don't you ever just

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