The Road Within Page #2

when you're going to spasm?

Yeah.

What's it feel like?

It builds... like

when you have to sneeze.

Can you make it stop?

Can you stop yourself from sneezing?

Good point.

F***, gross. Kiss.

Turn that off.

Little shits. F*** off.

Turn that off.

Come on.

Turn it off. Get back here.

- Give it to me. Give it to me.

- Are you kidding? This sh*t's going viral.

Why don't you come and get it?

- Vincent, come on.

- Get off.

Tony, he's spazzing.

Vincent.

Get off him. He's a f***ing kid.

You're hurting him!

As if we don't have enough problems

with this community.

- He didn't do anything.

- I didn't ask you.

Well, you weren't there. Okay? We were.

Hey.

It's okay. Just leave it, please.

Sorry. Thank you.

Can I have one?

Please?

Thank you.

Vincent, would you please

leave us alone for a minute?

I need to talk to Marie

about her little stunt in the lunch room.

Yeah.

So...

if you could go anywhere in the world...

where would you go?

The ocean.

- Here.

- You drive. I don't really like to.

Why not?

Good point.

- Stop!

- Hey, watch out.

Stop.

Give me back my Bach.

- Your what? What is he talking about?

- My CD, you idiot.

If you scratched it,

I'll have you arrested.

Can you give it back to him, please?

So Dumbo here can fly away.

Is that Dr. Rose's car?

Yeah, she...

- We were supposed to get her something.

- She lent it to us.

She lent it to us so we can

go get her something.

Lying pig.

Okay.

And I'm sure it won't be a problem

if I just go ask her about it then?

Sh*t.

You're definitely out of my room now.

- No, let me go.

- Shut up, Alex. Shut up.

- Don't touch me, you spastic.

- What should we do?

Shut up.

Alex, would you shut up?

No, no, no.

I don't want to go. Turn the car around.

This car reeks of cigarettes!

We can probably take the back roads

in case they come looking for us.

Only the main streets

are shown on this map.

Oh, I guess, I don't know,

we should just go south?

You guys don't even have a plan.

Don't you know a kidnapping

must be carefully planned?

What... Since... Nobody wants you here.

It's a little extreme...

fuckity f***-ass...

to call it a kidnapping.

He's got a point.

- I don't like it, I don't like it.

- You like it?

- It's too loud right now. It's too loud.

- You want me to turn it up?

Turn it up.

- Is this loud enough?

- This is noise pollution.

I'm trying to turn it up,

but this is as loud as it goes.

Yipe!

Holy sh*t, we're out

of that f***ing place.

He's still there.

Good morning, sunshine.

So where are you and the incredibly

shrinking woman headed?

California.

What for?

So Vincent can go to the beach.

Swim in the ocean.

I've been to the ocean.

- It's filled with... excrement.

- Then go back to the f***ing clinic, Alex.

Doctors eat sh*t sandwiches on Tuesdays.

The backseat is full crumbs.

I want shotgun.

Could you pull your seat forward?

- Alex.

- You have to pull the lever.

- Just f***ing touch it. Jesus Christ!

- Roll the thing on the side of the seat.

- Bob Rhodes.

- Hi, this is Dr. Rose.

- We have a situation.

- What's the matter?

I need you to come

to the clinic right away.

Now? I'm a little busy.

Well, it's important

because your son's gone.

- What do you mean, gone?

- Gone. He left.

Give me a minute.

- When?

- Some time during the night.

He and two other patients are missing.

- Listen, I'm about to give a campaign...

- He stole my car.

Okay, and the gas is...

Saab.

Sorry.

I got a gun.

- That's not funny, a**hole.

- I'm sorry.

And this sh*t ain't no good, man.

It has to work. Could you...

could you try it again...

Poligrip denture cream.

I'll... I'll be right back.

How you doin'?

- Marie?

- Yeah?

My...

- My card isn't working.

- Sh*t.

Yeah, and I have, like, a few dollars

in cash. Do you have anything?

- No, nothing.

- You came on this trip with no money?

You can thank Dr. Rose for that.

She thinks no money equals no accidents.

F***. Great.

Alex? You got any money?

- In my pajama pockets?

- Spear-chucker c*nt.

Are you incognizant?

I'm British, not Pakistani,

- not Native American, British.

- I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

What the f*** are we going to do now?

What the f***?

Alex.

Open the door.

- I'm going home and filing charges.

- You left the keys in the ignition?

How was I supposed to know Mr. Clean

was going to try and ditch us?

You touched the gas nozzle! Car! C*nt.

Guys? Could you open the door?

The f***ing guy's coming.

- What the hell are you guys doing?

- Alex, drive.

Give me a moment.

I haven't driven in a long time.

- You owe me for that gas.

- I'm going to f***ing kill you. Just go.

- I can't. It's not right yet.

- It's not about being right, just go.

Get out of the car, now!

- Put your foot...

- Hands off!

- Get out of this damn car.

- Gas would be good right about now.

- Get out of the car!

- Gas!

- Where are you going?

- You ain't going to rob me,

you little a**hole! You stupid punks!

I'll break your ass if I catch you.

- Alex, you are such an a**hole.

- Don't touch me whilst I'm driving.

Just stop... stop the car now!

The windshield wipers are on!

- F***!

- This is my space, okay?

You stay over there

with your nozzle hands,

and you stay back there

with all those disgusting crumbs.

You don't get to tell us what to do.

I'm in charge here.

- Not you, you c*nt.

- Are you calling me a c*nt?

- That was his Tourette's, you idiot.

- No, I said that on purpose.

What's so... What's so funny?

Nothing. Sorry.

It's just... it's hard to tell where you stop

and your Tourette's begins.

It's not funny. A**holes.

You guys are f***ing idiots.

- Left. Right! I mean left!

- Stop yelling.

I know you're experimental,

but the prices you charge,

I expected you to at least

keep tabs on my son.

Your son is an adult.

He can leave any time he wants.

He doesn't have to ask permission

from me or you to do so.

What about your car? Shouldn't he

have asked for permission for that?

Here are Vincent's things.

I think what's happening

is that your son is in shock.

The only person who he had

any real relationship with has just died.

He's not in shock.

He's just doing this to piss me off.

I'm not playing this little game with him.

I put a hold on his bank account.

What? They need money to buy food.

And when they can't buy it,

they'll come back here.

- Hello?

- Hi, this is Officer... calling.

- What can I do for you, officer?

- Dark green Saab 9-3?

Yes, that's my car.

- This gets out, I'm ruined.

- Your compassion is outstanding.

You should be just as worried

about this as I am.

I'll call you in a bit to let you know

what's going on.

Excuse me, those are my patients.

You're not... You're not leaving without me.

- Does your car have LoJack?

- It's a 1999 Saab.

Are you sure you're a real doctor?

Would you prefer your money go into my

bank account rather into your son's care?

What care? He's gone.

So let's think.

Where could they be?

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