The Last Detail Page #3

want to stomp on someone...

...and bite off their ear,

just to do it?

Just to get it out of your system?

Well, I do remember something

I got mad at.

Something when I was in the brig

a marine did.

What happened? Grunts beat you up?

But that didn't get me mad.

Well, goddamn it,

what did get you mad?

This marine guard...

...he asked me if I believed

in Jesus Christ.

I said, "Yeah."

And he said that from now on...

...he was Jesus Christ,

and I shouldn't ever forget it.

What'd you do?

Did you hit him?

Can you imagine that?

That's awful!

Did you coldcock him?

He better hope the chaplain

don't catch him.

Most of the chaplains I know...

...want to stand up on the bridge

with the old man...

...and look through aviator sunglasses.

It takes a lot of dedication

to be a Navy chaplain.

Don't take diddlyshit, man!

Come on.

Come on. Come on!

Take a f***ing poke at me!

Take a poke at me. Come on.

- Come on.

- What for?

I'll punch you out...

Punch me out, you little prick!

- He won't punch you. You know that.

- I'll make him!

Bad Ass, I like you.

Yeah, I like you.

I'm taking you to jail,

motherf***er.

That ain't your fault.

Come on, Mule!

Come on, goddamn it!

Bad Ass?

Would you teach me the hand signals?

I don't give a sh*t!

One time...

...when I was down in Long Beach...

...this friend of mine

was looking for me...

...and I was up

on top of the car...

...and I pissed on his head.

Just being crazy, you know what I mean?

Don't you get crazy with me!

I think I'm going to be sick again.

How're we going to work this out?

Work what out?

Who gets what bed!

What the f*** difference does it make?

Well, I can't take...

...this sh*t indefinitely, man.

What sh*t?

Somebody's got to make a decision.

There you go.

Just remember...

...rank has it privileges.

Wait a minute.

They make them sh*t here.

What?

All we got to do is

get off the train at Philly...

...and take a bus to Camden.

What's the matter with that?

It's a couple hours.

He didn't ask to see his mother.

He wouldn't ask...

...to go to the head if he had the runs.

I'm telling you,

he wants to see his mother.

How do we know she's home?

- It's Sunday!

- Sunday?

What's that supposed to mean?

Come on!

You want to go see your mother?

I don't want to get you guys

in trouble or nothing.

You've been so good

to me already.

Let's go and see your mother.

Don't worry about it, Mule.

Know what I mean?

That's Calvin Coolidge Junior High.

I went there.

Where's your old man, Meadows?

Seattle.

Seattle, Washington.

I know where it is. What's he doing?

I think he works in a hardware store.

He's married.

Well, I mean not to my mother,

but to somebody else.

Maybe I even have a half sister.

I think I do.

Camden High!

I graduated from there.

Miss Marabito.

I wonder if she still teaches there.

She made me want to be a veterinarian.

You want to check next door or anything?

Your mom have any friends

in the neighborhood?

- Mrs. Esposito.

- Maybe she's over there.

Her car's gone.

What do you want to do?

You want to wait around a little?

We could wait around a little.

I'll go check with Mrs. Esposito.

- Legs really bother you, don't they?

- Sometimes.

You ought to take vitamins.

No, take vitamins. Seriously, man.

Go to the dispensary.

- What's wrong?

- We let him go by himself!

He could get away!

Don't get excited.

That kid ain't going nowhere.

What makes you so sure?

Well, you know him.

Jesus Christ!

Then where is he?

Where is he?

There.

Don't get your balls in an uproar.

Meadows ain't going nowhere without us.

Let me tell you something

about a kid like Meadows.

He's the kind of guy,

he's going to the brig...

...and secretly he's probably glad.

On the outside, too many things

can happen to him, all of it bad.

This way, the worse part's

already happening.

He's probably glad.

Glad.

If you ain't right...

...you better be quick,

because I ain't.

She went for the day.

Sunday!

You want to go in and wait awhile?

What for?

Well, she might come home early.

No, thanks.

Well, at least you could sit

in your own house.

Maybe we can get in.

I don't know what

I would've said to her anyway.

You know what Meadows ought to do?

He ought to get his old lady

to write her congressman.

She can write letters to her congressman

till she owns the f***ing post office!

It don't mean diddlyshit!

Look, either we let him go

or he lives with it.

And we ain't about to let him go.

Understand?

Now look what you made him do.

- What I made him do?

- Yeah.

- Where you going?

- To the head, okay?

If that don't make you just

want to sh*t in your flat hat, man.

Look what you went... Look what you...

I hope you're satisfied!

You're the one insisted

we take him to see his mother!

I hate this detail.

I hate this f***ing

chicken-sh*t detail!

I love the f***ing detail, I suppose.

What am I supposed to do?

I'm just trying to...

Meadows?

Meadows, open up!

Meadows, you all right?

You all right?

I consider myself in jeopardy with you.

Understand?

In jeopardy.

This ain't no farewell party,

and he ain't retiring.

Understand?

He's a prisoner, and

we're taking him to jail.

You have a tendency to forget that.

You're a menace, man!

You ain't no simple sh*t.

You're a motherfucking menace!

From now on, MAA can go

piss up a rope. You ain't no honcho!

I don't want to hear more of

this psychology jive!

No more turning his head around

to prove what a big man you are!

You're a lifer like me!

Navy's the best thing

ever happened to me.

I don't want you to f*** me up.

You understand?

- Buddusky?

- I hear you.

Do you agree?

I was just trying to show him

a good time. Know what I mean?

He can't have a good time.

It ain't in him.

- He had a good time in Washington.

- All right.

He had a good time in Washington.

Think that'll make it any

easier to pull his eight years?

It won't. It'll make it harder.

So what.

You know what I mean?

Your attention, please.

Amtrak 211 for Chicago, boarding...

...in 10 minutes at gate three.

Amtrak 211 for Chicago...

...boarding at gate three.

We go this way.

The train for Boston leaves

in two hours.

We don't leave the building until then.

Understand?

You got a quarter?

Where are you going?

Head.

All right?

Sailor looks like he's lost something.

Probably have trouble finding it

with those 13 buttons.

If I was a Marine, I wouldn't

have to f*** with no 13 buttons.

I'd just take my hat off.

Hi, boys.

- I call it karate!

- I call it motherf***er!

What's going on here?

Come on...

Wipe your nose, will you, kid?

He fought like a champ, though,

didn't he? Jesus.

Goddamn, that was great.

It was great, wasn't it?

It was great. Admit it!

Give me a little of this!

Give me just because

they call me Shine in here.

I got your greatness.

Meadows, over here...

...they have the finest Italian sausage

sandwiches in the world...

...and I'm buying.

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