Tomorrow You're Gone Page #2

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What man's gonna want

to know Florence.

A hand holder

with a cat that died.

I never met a movie person

before, but I don't think I'd mix...

one up for the real person.

Samson, I think you got

layers, that's what I think.

If I put my feet in your lap, will

you rub them good?

Yes?

You hot yet Samson?

Sure I am.

It's gonna be ten o'clock, I gotta

take care of my business.

I aint in no

hurry if you ain't hon.

Do you want

me to take off my clothes,

would that help you

get aroused, huh?

If we could just find

it Samson, I'd see us...

having something really special

together, you know.

Do you see it that way Samson?

Our potential together?

Do you want to f*** me

in the ass?

Hello.

Hello.

No! No more.

Agh!

Agh!

No!

Agh!

Agh!

Don't f***...

Get away from me!

Get the f*** away from me!

Whoa!

Samson, I knew you'd recognise the

connection between us.

Mind if I wear these,

my clothes are still drying.

Where'd you find those pants?

Just some drawer,

do you mind or?

No.

What happened to you Samson?

You tangle with that lion again?

What Lion? What are

you talking about?

It's where it hurts you most?

Who says anything

hurts me, alright?

Pain's written all over you.

Come here, let me

rub your back.

Look, I don't want nothing happening

past what's already happened.

You don't want to be with

me in no kind of way.

Why don't I?

I just ain't.

I ain't a guy you'd end up

liking that's all.

You don't mean that Samson.

You wouldn't have come back

if you didn"t like me

and want me to like you.

There's this rich friend

of mine in prison.

We called him the Buddha.

He used to love telling me about all

the fancy dishes he loved to eat.

Shrimp and...

lobster.

He told me when I get out...

that I should find the best damn

restaurant there is...

and I should try some things.

You got a right to taste what

other people get to taste.

He write you a check for all that?

I got money.

Are you inviting me to

dinner Samson?

Is that what this is?

Yeah.

And I'll buy you some

new clothes too.

And I am gonna give you a good

bare naked rub.

Look, I don't want you to

rub on me. Alright.

It might go better between us

in that area if

if you let me relax you some.

There's no problem with me

in that area, alright?

Everything's working fine

down there.

I ain't worried about it Samson.

I just want you to relax is all.

Just chill.

We have some fun.

I'm gonna buy us a car.

A car?

Yeah, and we're gonna drive

it to the restaurant

where live music is playing.

And all the help, the're gonna

wear those black tuxedos.

Alright, how about you dress in all black

and I dress in all white?

What?

Alright, you wear white and

I'll wear black.

Why? Why? Samson.

Ain't we Looking to make

some noise?

Can we get one with

guts, Samson?

With a stick.

Growin' up in the

Oklahoma foster homes,

the next best thing to f***ing

was leaning back jn

some farm boy's rip-roarer.

Vroom! Vroom! Vroom!

Oh!

Especially if rip roar speeding.

Here's what we could do Samson.

We could use some of your money

to score with huh?

I could be flying.

No.

This is a beauty huh?

Remember that rich

friend I told you about?

He made Charlie Rankin see he

born to be something special.

As to keep me in the

nothing that he was.

Who's that?

Who's who? Charlie Rankin.

Just an old con I used to know.

Follow me.

I saw it Samson.

You like that one?

It's way more than like Samson.

This is the nuts!

Woo! Hey!

What? Where you going?

I'm gonna go buy it.

What?

I'm gonna buy it.

That's the one you want right?

You put down your name and

license number too.

No.

It's all hers, it's a gift.

Can't you go any faster?

Come on, seriously!

I'm already going 70.

Don't you want to see what

this baby's got?

Wooo!

Wooo! That's it Samson.

Woo ho ho!

There's a zoo up ahead

we can go to.

Nah.

You don't like animals?

Mm. Not when they're

locked up in cages.

I don't like that either.

But I still like seeing them.

We can go on a picnic.

We can go into the No we ain't goin'

countryside. On no picnic.

We're going to a full blown dinner.

I know we are, but it's still

too early for dinner.

We got the scratch at the

surface anytime we want.

It's the way it works.

Alright! Keep on the expressway

it'll take us to the place where all

the fancy eating places are.

What time is it? I mean I ought

to be starved last I ate!

You ain't hungry?

I got a right' to be.

All the sh*t I ate last four years!

Damn it, what the hell is

goin' on with me?

That's okay Samson.

So we'll just gonna cruise for a while.

Let our appetites build.

I'll be alright.

You ever heard that belief

that when you die,

you come back...

come back as something else,

like a rat?

You ever heard that?

I wrote a poem about it.

I Remember You

from the Tree Tops.

You figure it happens

that way then, huh?

My poem's the

only place I can't lie.

Everything I feel

believes in him.

Do you believe in it?

Like to but...

just afraid it's all bullshit.

What if it is,

Still doesn't hurt for you

to believe.

It sure would if I killed myself

to turn into something better.

Instead found myself

in eternal hell it would.

That's the saddest through ever.

What are you doing?

I'm changing.

What into?

I don't know, not sure,

something cool.

What happened?

I got bit.

What happened to you?

What, here?

Can't you see it?

Well that's too bad.

Yeah.

Mm.

You see that Samson?

Hey.

Hey.

You see that?

You want to go inside

and see it?

No.

Why you don't like churches?

Well, you go.

I can tell what it is here

and you talk, huh?

No. That ain't the same Samson.

Come on, I don't want

to go alone.

Do you believe you

have a soul Samson?

I don't know if I do.

You do.

You do. And it's a good one.

It just ain't old like mine.

What proof you got of him?

I feel him.

Just like I feel you're

a good soul.

Yeah, what's that feel like?

Let him put

some of it into you.

Talk to him.

About what?

Tell him how you

got no appetite,

your stomach hurts,

and ask him to make it

stop hurtin'

All my life I...

from what I can remember of it,

I'd be dreaming,

about hurting and killing

the people that hurt me.

When I was younger

that made me feel better until

I'd wake up

and they were all still alive.

Those dreams were my secret.

I told the Buddha about them.

Tell God it ain't your dreams

making your belly sick.

Could have come across

Tell him you don't know how you

holding the

money that you are...

and the cuts on

your arms and face.

What do you know about me?

Just that your soul is in

so much pain Samson.

No, I asked him.

I asked im for help when I

needed him when I was younger.

He gave me nothing.

He don't always answer you Samson,

how and when you think he will.

I ain't going in anymore

f***ing churches.

It's you driving us.

I'm just waiting for

you to feel better

so you pan take

me to dinner Samson.

And to make love to me

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