The Paperboy Page #7

Little white pig.

[continuous banging

on door]

(Charlotte)

Jack? Jack! Jack!

Jack, wake up!

[banging]

Something's going

on in Ward's room.

Hey! Hey!

Stop it!

What the f***?

??????

Help!

We need help!

Where's the f***ing keys?

Where's the f***ing keys,

you piece of sh*t?

Motherf***er, wake up!

[panting]

Help!

Where are the f***ing

keys? [siren approaching]

Ward, what's

the plastic for?

What is the plastic?

[panting]

What the f***?

(female voice on television)

I've watched you so often.

You sit here, and I heard

that you play a little drum.

You didn't get up and do

anything. (male voice) No.

I heard you could sing,

but with me you

are going to sing.

[audience laughing]

[sniffing

and sighing]

[sigh]

He's gonna be fine.

[indistinct voices

on television]

You don't have to sleep

all the way down there.

[clears throat]

All right.

Just this once.

I can't f***

with this TV on.

[sigh]

(Anita, off) Feels kind

of awkward to be talking

while you see this.

[both laugh]

But it's kind of awkward that

they're doing it in the first place.

Most boys Jack's age

fall in love

with their high school

or college sweetheart,

but Jack never bothered

much with girls

after his mama left.

I guess you could say

he had abandonment issues.

With Charlotte, it was like

he was getting his mama,

his high school sweetheart,

and a oversexed Barbie doll

all rolled into one.

Any who, I think

y'all seen enough.

(Charlotte) My hair looks like

crap. Don't even look at it.

Oh, sh*t.

I got to go

to the hairdresser.

My wig

ain't acting right.

I don't understand

what the f***

you're doing

with Hillary.

Oh.

Here we go.

You don't

love him.

Really?

M m-hm.

You don't know that.

You don't know anything.

You're 20 years old.

You're not that much older.

I'm a lot older.

It ain't gonna happen.

Look at me.

It's not practical.

I'm not as practical

as the murderer?

He's not guilty, Jack.

That's the point.

That's not the point. F***

this. I knew it would happen.

What?

I give you some ass

and suddenly...

[sigh]

Look... Hillary

ain't so bad.

(Charlotte, off)

And I'm not so good.

I've got another side.

I got a f***ed-up side,

and it gets along

just fine with my man.

(Jack) You can't split

yourself into sides.

Sure, you can.

Just ask your brother.

What the f*** does Ward

have to do with this?

He has a dark side and I

don't mean him being a fag.

(Anita) Now these boys

lived for each other.

Jack wasn't hurt by Ward

being a homosexual

or the dark stuff

that he was into.

[knocking] He was just hurt

that Ward never told him.

Hi. (Charlotte, dryly) Hey, there.

H hes doing better. H hes

gonna be all right. Good.

So, I gotta go.

Go where?

Where you going?

I'm going back home.

You don't have

to go anywhere.

It's just the way

it works.

You shouldn't go anywhere

you don't want to go.

Who says

I don't want to go?

Why do you have to go?

'Cause I do.

T take this ring back.

Yardley called

the hotel.

Did you tell him?

I told him Ward got mugged

and beaten on the beach.

Well, what'd he say?

Not much.

Wanted to know

if he was gonna make it.

When I told him

it wasn't serious,

he kind of just lost interest. He's

not gonna be much help for a while.

Didn't sound like he needed much help.

He can't go write the

story alone, Charlotte.

Well, we'll just have to see.

He doesn't know enough about it.

This isn't about

a newspaper article, Jack.

I its about

a person's life.

That's the whole point

we're here, okay?

So it's about

someone's life.

Baby, don't go.

You're starting to screw

with my head.

Look, you're a good kid,

all right?

You're...

[sigh]

You got your whole life

ahead of you,

and you want me?

(Anita, off) Jack went

down to "The Miami Times"

to try to stop Yardley

from publishing the article.

[door creaks open]

He didn't want

his brother's name on it.

J ack.

[door closes]

Hi.

Hey. How's Ward? H

ow's your brother doing?

Been trying to get a hold

of you since yesterday.

Good. He's obviously

not doing so badly then.

Sorry, I didn't want any

distractions. Come, sit, sit.

He wants to read

what you're writing.

A s soon as I'm done, he'll be

the first to read it, as always.

Damn it! I'm so sick of

your sh*t, man! [bangs desk]

His name

is on that, too.

[sighs] H e wants to read

it before it's published.

Okay? That's it.

uh-huh.

He just wants to read it

before it's published.

You got to get

those facts straight.

You got to get

all the facts straight.

You're starting to sound

like your brother.

Look, we have

a deadline here.

I've told you, this is

the newspaper business.

We don't have time

to get all the facts.

We both know the town

of Lately set Hillary up.

We've got the story.

It's not the f***ing truth!

[American accent] You want to

talk about the motherfucking truth?

You thought

I was from London?

Ain't no Negro getting

a job up in this spot

unless he's a colored

motherfucking James Bond, you dig?

I got drunk once and

let Ward suck my dick.

He got a taste for n*ggers

and now he hates himself.

That's the truth.

Go back

to your brother, boy.

(British accent] I have

got a deadline to meet.

[tires screech]

[street sounds]

[phone rings]

[ringing continues]

Hello?

(Yardley) Put Ward on the phone.

Why'd you put his byline

on that article?

How could you sign

his name on that?

Tell him we got

Hillary out.

The governor's

gonna pardon him.

[hangs up]

Hillary's getting out.

(Jack, off) "I've had some time

to think over the past few months

about me,

about you.

I'm not sure I found

what I want out of life yet.

All I know is that I don't

want to live it without you.

Please take this ring back.

Love, Jack. "

[gospel music playing]

[banging on door]

Get the door.

[banging continues]

Get the f***ing

door, b*tch!

[music continues]

[banging continues]

Who the f*** are you?

(Hillary) I'm Hillary.

(woman) What you want?

Get the f*** out!

I'm with Charlotte.

That b*tch took my...

I'll call you later!

[gospel music continues]

(woman) Charlotte, you

want me to call the police?

[gasp]

There she is.

I'm sorry.

I was gonna write

you a letter...

N o, I don't need

your letters. Come here.

Uh...

Don't touch me.

Come on here.

Don't touch you?

Don't touch you?

[thud]

[giggle]

It's okay.

It's all right, baby.

[heavy breathing]

[moaning]

You want to do

something for me?

Anything.

[moaning]

[screaming]

That's all right.

[growling]

[heavy breathing]

[smacking and groans]

(Hillary) You told me you

loved me in your third letter.

Do you love me?

(Charlotte)

Yes!

[grunts]

[scream]

You always f***

like this?

Like it was

the last time?

Do you think I'm pretty?

You f***

those n*ggers like this?

[screaming]

Gonna get all inside here!

Now pack your sh*t

and let's go.

I don't think I'm gonna

like living in a swamp.

I don't want to live in

a swamp. I like it here.

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