The Yellow Handkerchief Page #3
You're right.
I wish you didn't know where I live.
I've been through you.
Now I'm clear of you.
I want that. Stay away!
May! May!
May!
So it's fixed?
Hey, can we drive now?
No, I gotta take a nap.
And the sun's gonna come up soon.
Where's Brett?
I don't know.
How's it goin', chief?
Oh, I feel much better.
We should take off.
- Hi.
- Hi.
If you wouldn't mind dropping me off
at the next town.
All right.
Why?
I wanna see what's goin' on
around here work wise.
What the hell?
You dented it.
He hit the car.
He did what now?
You woke her up.
Hit the--Where you going?
I'm not going anywhere.
Gosh dang it. Come here.
Put her back in the van.
Come here.
Come here, brother,
look at that.
Friggin' dent in the side.
- What's the deal, man?
- It's a ding, man.
What the heck did you say?
We're selling it.
We're gonna have
to replace the door.
- Come on. Yeah, right.
- It's a ding.
What did you say, b*tch?
- Come on, man.
- You going somewhere?
You like that, boy?
Come on,
it's a friggin' ding, man.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Hey. That is unnecessary.
Why don't you stay
the hell out of it, old man.
How do you know what is necessary
for us to get through this day?
We live in this car!
We live here!
Piece of sh*t.
Don't you frickin' judge us.
That is not what I'm doing.
Hit the piece of sh*t, moron.
You got it, baby.
- Oh, my God!
- I'm sorry, man!
- Let him up.
- It's a ding! I'm sorry!
Get off me!
Get off!
Get in the car, Gordy.
Get in the car, Gordy!
Here, this is for the door.
You fricking crazy-ass killer!
You frickin' killer!
That was intense.
Did you used to fight or something?
I should call my dad.
He could be worried.
Well, nobody
will be checking up on me.
They gave me a frickin' parade
when I left.
There were, like, people lining up.
Dogs lining up.
See ya!
Hope we don't!
No, they probably--You know, they
probably sent him, that guy back there.
They probably sent him
to come and get me.
Well, why'd you have to leave?
What did you do?
I never did anything
to anybody. I...
I made people uncomfortable,
but that's all.
Why do you think you made them
uncomfortable?
I don't know!
Once I was drunk and, well, people
thought I tried to kill myself,
but I was drunk
and I fell off a roof, and...
and I just I decided
to let people think it.
Why would you do that?
I don't know!
I don't--I was really,
really, really bored.
Hey, cops.
Sir, please pull over to your right.
Please pull over.
Turn off your vehicle
and step out of the car.
Keep your hands
where I can see them.
Slowly.
Come on.
Right back here.
Hands on the car, sir.
And I need to see
your license please, sir.
Sir, I need
to see your license, please.
I don't have one.
So you've been driving
without a license, sir?
- No.
- Could you speak up, please, sir?
My license is expired.
Well, then you've been driving
without a license, haven't you?
- No, sir, this, this is my--
- Be quiet.
Why is that, sir?
Tell me your name please, sir.
Sir, could you please
tell me your name?
I don't have a license because
I've been in prison the last six years.
The kids don't know
anything about this.
I hitched a ride with them,
and I took the wheel when I hit--
They don't know anything about it.
All right, sir, slowly
put your left hand behind your back.
Now your other hand.
If this is your car,
where's your driver's license?
You don't want
an attorney present?
No.
The detective section ordered this?
What you got there, sugar?
Fried liver with garlic.
Farnsie!
- Sergeant Farnsworth!
- Yeah?
- Food's here.
- Put it over on that, uh...
Thank you.
Brett Hansen?
Is that Brett?
It is you.
Well, you look great, just great.
- When did you get out?
- Two days ago.
Let's see, that means, what,
it's been six years?
Can that be?
- Six, yeah.
- Well, congratulations.
Good for you.
So, what are you doing here?
Picked him up for speeding.
He matched the description of the fella
involved in that altercation
with the couple living in the van
down there.
That poor child.
And?
Well, he admitted
to being involved in the altercation,
and we're investigating the situation.
When I was stationed down south
where Brett's from, I knew him.
I knew him well.
So we spent almost two whole days
with an ex-convict.
It's kind of cool, huh?
I know you want to laugh.
Go on, laugh.
Maybe he is an ax murderer.
That's not funny.
Thank you. I appreciate it.
Take care.
Thanks for waiting.
Everything's all right.
Safe trip.
Go ask him.
Hey.
Wait.
Do you want a ride?
I worry about you.
You got no judgment.
We should fill it up
and get away from here.
Away from the Robocops, whatever.
Why were you in jail?
I was in for manslaughter.
You still want to give me a ride?
I want to know why.
I've been in trouble
most of my life, Martine.
I guess I'd have to tell you
the all of it just to get to the why.
Look, I can get out.
You don't need to--
Was that your first time in jail?
Third, if you count Juvenile Hall.
So you were in juvie for what? Why?
I was fourteen.
Me and my buddies
broke a horse out of her stall.
Turned out to be
some $1 0-million racehorse.
Started out as a prank,
but became this big deal.
Took them all night to find her.
I became important
to the tough guys in town.
They were the first people
ever told me I was a winner,
said I was one of them,
and it went from there.
So when I got out the second time--
What were you in for?
Drugs.
Something inside me kept saying,
"You keep on like this,
you're gonna ruin your whole life."
I thought,
Wherever it leads you,
move on from where you've been,
from what you've been.
Cut off from everything you know.
I'd never been all the way down south,
so I went on as far as I could go.
I went offshore.
I didn't bother to turn
my clock around
for the two weeks on shore
between gigs.
I started to feel like I was already dead,
but didn't know it.
within a year if it hadn't been for May.
Brought your boat.
Thanks,
but I don't want the boat. Uh...
I'd like you to have it.
I don't want to have it.
I don't want anything between us.
So we're not friends, either?
How do we do that?
You just do it.
I don't think I could.
Why not?
Because I don't trust myself.
I forgive too easily,
always have.
Hasn't been good for me
or other people, for that matter.
Goodbye.
I was gonna ask you to marry me.
What?
You don't know a thing about me.
You just told me who you are.
But I already knew.
Your whole life is in your face.
And I love that face.
- But you were wrong about one thing.
- What?
- Those people you think
are bad for you,
they're probably
not just bad for you.
They're probably just bad.
I'm going back
out to the rig this afternoon.
Sell it.
Okay, look, if it's here
when I get back, I'll keep it.
I don't want to marry anyone, ever.
That's okay.
But I'm grateful you asked.
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