The Rambler Page #4
We thank You for this food
and ask You to please bless it
so it can give us
the strength we need. Amen.
Susan, Brother:
Amen.
- Susan:
Good, Jesse.- Boy:
Why did you both say it?( low humming )
( baby cooing )
I think somebody wants to see their uncle.
( cooing )
( gunfire, bugling continue on TV )
See you in the morning, brother.
Right.
( low humming )
( sizzling )
( whirring )
Rambler's voice:
"Dearest brother,
I am sorry to say that I will be leaving you
and will be long gone by
the time you read this.
I do appreciate your taking me in
and it was damn nice to see you.
But in my travels, I have found
my only true home is the highway.
I wish you the best
and take care of that family of yours.
- Sincerely... "
- ( horn honking )
Where to, old friend?
So, uh, I watched "Frankenstein" again
following our conversation.
It's like I see something new every time.
I would have made it in color, though,
what the Monster really looked like.
I bet he's, like, blue or something.
- So, uh...
how does a fellow like you get by out here?
I gamble.
Well, every man needs a trade.
This your trade?
Driving around and sh*t?
Well, it's a lot more than that.
You know?
Bet it is.
I used to be a paramedic, you know.
Had to quit.
Why's that?
I'm prone to an unusual addiction.
What's that?
I like injured women.
A lot.
The worse, the better.
The bigger mess, the more the blood,
the closer to death, I just f***in' love it.
Doesn't even matter what
they look like either.
I'm more attracted
to the most f***ed-up ones.
You sure open up quick.
Obsession got to be a problem on the job,
so I had to change careers.
Oh, yeah?
Someone find out?
( laughs )
Everyone.
( girl screaming )
I can save her.
( screaming )
( girl wailing )
( screaming )
- ( door opens )
- What the hell, man?
Ain't she perfect?
( girl whimpering )
She's an angel.
Heads up.
( girl whimpering )
( girl wailing )
She's gonna make it.
She's gonna make it.
She's gonna make it.
She's gonna make it...
( wailing )
- ( screaming )
- Yep.
( screaming )
You're gonna be okay, sweetie.
( screaming, wailing )
( screaming )
Rambler:
Where are we?
My brother's joint.
He's in Norway or something.
( groans )
- Sh*t.
- Cabbie:
Be careful with that.( groaning )
( grunting )
( girl groaning )
( girl grunting )
- ( girl screaming )
Will you please bury that?
( clatters )
Couldn't save it?
Nope, it's ruined.
She's lost a lot of blood.
- No kidding.
Don't know whether she'll live.
You can handle that, right?
( girl panting )
( girl wailing, panting )
( rain pattering )
( girl panting )
Here's to you, brother.
( twanging )
( door creaks open )
( sobbing )
She f***in' croaked, man.
It's happened before.
F*** you, man!
( rumbling )
( screaming, wailing )
Holy sh*t. She's back!
A real live Frankenstein!
- ( roaring )
- In color!
( shrieking )
I'm dead.
( roaring )
The wind blows that is riding free
The swallow's wing
I've been following
I've seen sunsets
Stars above
Lovely moon
and a turtledove...
( roaring )
Rambler:
I've passed throughthe mountain air
But the mountain's much
too proud to care
Eternal, I just watch the show
Seen us come and they'll see us go
Workers work, the wheels do turn
Let the lovers love, the fires burn
But the traveler, he goes alone
The endless blues all day long
Blue gas and wine,
we get to heaven primed
On a sundown's dying spree
Painted on the cathedral sky
By the hands of mystery
Slow are the days
Long are the ways
Take your time, keep the faith
They all go to the same place...
- ( beeping )
- Spend my time here on the run
Still wedded by that setting sun
The laws hold, planets spin
They do not know where I have been
The wind has always known my name
It was long forgotten by the rain
Aimless
My direction gone
The wind will blow where I belong
The wind does stop
and the feather drops
To the ground and in the eaves
I'll drop my sail if it kicks a gale
For the drifters and the thieves
Long are the days
Slow are the waves
Took its time, told my fate
Brother wind is at the gate
Brother wind is at the gate.
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