The Last Ride Page #5
- Year:
- 2004
- 84 min
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And make me feel like there's
somebody real up there
and not just the back
of some hired man's head.
Can I ask you a question first?
You were gonna leave me back
there in Tennessee, weren't you?
Well, ol' Luke has a history
in this part of the world.
Figured I might have to get
while the gettin' was good
and find somebody else
to bail your ass out.
What are you writin'?
Oh. None of your damn
business, that's what.
We was talkin' about you.
You go to high school?
I quit in the 10th grade.
How come?
Just didn't take.
Didn't take.
So you fix cars.
Yeah.
But you ain't
any damn good at it.
Well, I just don't
care for it, is all.
But what do you care for?
Not music. We know that.
Not really.
Sports? Baseball,
football? Cock fighting?
How 'bout girls? We already
talked about women, right?
Yeah, we did.
You ever have one?
No.
You're probably
better off for it.
All they do is
tear your heart out
and then leave you standing
there like a damn fool.
What's your daddy do?
Time.
Oh.
That's why that old boy back there
scared the sh*t out of you.
You scared of that, ain't you?
Followin' in Daddy's footsteps.
How 'bout your mama, then?
What's she do?
I don't wanna talk about this.
My mama ran a whorehouse.
Beat that.
Don't wanna talk
about my family, Mr. Wells.
Luke. Whatever your name is.
My daddy took me down to Gulf
Shores when I was a boy.
Told me about footprints
in the sands of time.
I didn't understand it then.
It don't matter, Sorbonne. Not a
damn bit of it matters for nothin'.
There's gotta be some freedom
There's gotta
be some rest for me
somewhere down the line
Gonna end this lonesome journey
I started long ago
Find a place to stop on...
Your friend
don't look too good.
Yeah, I know.
What do you call these parts?
Freedom County,
near Mount Hope.
Your differential's leaking. It's
probably just a seal. Caddies do that.
This is brand new, though.
How fiat are you gem"?
Ohio.
Hmm. Just a gasket.
Nothing critical,
looked at when you get there.
You the mechanic?
It's my station.
Everything here.
And it's just you?
Just me.
Well, it was my daddy's. Died
last year of the black lung.
So, New Year's Eve.
Yup.
You from around here?
Born and raised.
We're from Alabama.
Saw that.
You know,
he's in the music business.
I'm not, though.
$6.
A 50? Got anything
smaller than this?
Sorry.
You sure that's all you got? I only
have three 5's and a stack of 1's.
Do you want me to
buy something else?
Don't really matter. We'll
be closed tomorrow anyway.
Are you celebrating tonight?
Nothin' to celebrate.
Not this year.
How about it just
being over, then?
I might drink to that.
Stop talking.
You made me lose count.
Sorry about that.
Damn.
What is it?
I only got $42.
We're even?
Deal.
My name's Silas.
Wanda.
It's very nice to
meet you, Silas.
Happy New Year. Good night.
If you was to drink to
this year being over,
where exactly
might you do that?
Dirty Johns.
Honky-tonk up the 56
outside of Mount Hope.
About all there is
between here and Ohio.
Well, I'd like to have
that drink with you, Wanda.
You and your friend
from the music business?
Thanks, but I gotta
do the books.
You know, I ain't never
asked a girl out before.
I reckon I was about scared half
to death what you just said.
But now that you did, I don't
know what I was so scared of.
It's New Year's Eve.
Why don't you let ol' Luke
buy you a drink somewhere?
No, Luke.
Tonight, I'm buying.
Oh, I can't help it
if I'm still in love with you
I'm going from Reno
down to Chino with a beautiful Latino
that I stole from Kino Gino
when he lost his poker face
How he'll get up to Fargo
I'll sure be damned if I know
Evening, boys.
Fellas.
Oh, let's go!
My woman left me back in Tahoe
for a man they call Diablo
I'd like to say I miss her so
but it's a sin to lie
'Cause that
darling little Sheila's
You look like you never
been honky-tonking before.
Well, I haven't.
Well, it's tricky. But
I'll talk you through it.
When we got to San Diego
said her llamo was Consuelo
She no speak Americana
and I don't hablo Mexican
Well, it's a good thing
that she was pretty
'cause when we
pulled into that city
I found out she was all woman
And boy, she knew I was all man
Happy New Year, Sorbonne.
Happy New Year.
Let's take it home.
You ever played
in a place like this?
About 1,000, I reckon.
Gonna get your guitar?
No, I think I better
save that for tomorrow.
Mr. O'Keefe will
meet us there.
How'd he take it
when you told him
I wasn't gonna make Charleston?
He wasn't too happy.
No. I guess he wouldn't be.
He had to cash in a few favors
to get me a book there.
This may come as a surprise
to you, Sorbonne,
but I have a reputation of being
a bit of a problem child.
I ain't never had
a friend, Sorbonne.
Ever
I don't know the first thing about
loyalty 'cause I ain't never seen it.
I'm sorry about Tennessee.
I was thinking about
what you said earlier.
Maybe driving's
a good business to be in.
Well, you passed your audition.
You made it two days with me,
and you're still here.
That's better
than anybody, so far.
I saw you talkin' to that little
thing at the fillin' station.
I asked her out.
You did what?
She said no.
Well, that don't mean nothin'.
That's part of a woman's
schoolin', you know?
They always say no
on the first go-round.
She didn't mean it.
Mmm-mmm.
No, I saw her watchin' you,
and now I know why.
This is a threshold moment
for you, Sorbonne.
I want you to take my Cadillac,
and go back to
that fillin' station
and get you a date
for New Year's.
Mr. Wells, look at me.
All the money I got is
yours in an envelope.
She can smell what side
of town I come from.
And besides, she said no.
She has to do her books.
On New Year's Eve?
All right.
You go and get that woman.
And you get to keep this
on top of everything else.
Now, if you don't get her, you
don't get paid for nothin'.
That's not the deal we made.
You just ask Mr. O'Keefe what
a son of a b*tch I can be,
in case you suddenly
have cause to doubt.
I can't leave you here alone.
I'll be all right.
OI' Luke, he can fend
Thought you said all they did
was tear our hearts out?
Well, hell, you gotta
die of somethin'.
I'll be back.
My delta queen, Ilene
How are you?
I'm fine.
How are you this evening?
We're just passin' through.
From here, there.
From everywhere.
We are drivin' through on our way
up from Alabama to Charleston.
Oh, I love Alabama. It's so pretty.
I love that state.
It's a great state.
Sorry. Don't mind him.
He's just my ex-husband.
I hope I'm not
causing any trouble.
No.
He's just more of
a nuisance than anything.
Is that right?
Stop it! Stop!
Hey! Hey! Hey! What the hell do you
think you're doing? He's sick.
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