Untamed Heart Page #2

well, we're gonna tip you both.

Yeah.

Thank you.

Switch with me. Those two guys in there,

they're asking for Caroline.

Great. For Bill.

- Ready to order?

- Yeah.

Hi.

So, have you been to

any parties lately, Caroline?

- Do I know you?

- Well, I tell you, I know you.

Dean Albanese's Fourth of July party

in the basement.

Sloe-gin fizzes?

Oh.

Yeah. How's it going?

Well, you know. It's going.

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah. Now I remember.

God, that was embarrassing.

- Good memory.

- It's my pleasure.

You must have been barfin' up

stuff your grandmother ate that night.

I'm not an ogre that lives

under the cigarette machine.

Forget it, all right? Because we all

are just people here, hm, you know?

OK. We're not so bad. My name's Howard.

You know, in case you've forgotten.

This is Patsy.

Hi.

- Cigarette?

- No.

Oh, yeah. OK.

I'm gonna have a cheeseburger deluxe,

and I'll get that medium rare.

(Cindy) And she's yelling

at the top of her lungs

"You mother-effing lousy, filthy pig!"

"Your mother's a slut

and your father's a ho!"

All of this right in front of

the Sons of Italy Hall.

This girl, no class.

You got a light?

I mean, he met her at a stoplight,

you know?

She looks like Pete Rose.

You gonna commiserate

all night again, ladies?

You are like wet sand in my underwear.

Ouch.

Anyways... did you call him?

No.

Really?

That's good. That's real good.

Here. Finish my cig for me.

I gotta grab this guy before he stiffs me.

I'll talk to you later.

Why don't you just pay me now? Then

you don't have to worry about it later.

(# "Blue Moon Revisited (Song for Elvis)"

By Cowboy Junkies)

# Blue moon

# You saw me standing alone

# Without a dream in my heart

# Without a love of my own

(tyres screech)

Whoo! Hey, honey!

Hey, Caroline!

- God, you scared the sh*t outta me.

- Sorry.

Do you always drive like that?

I'm really sorry.

No more tables?

Got any burgers?

Is this what you guys do

at four in the morning?

- Here. Warm you up.

- Come on, Caroline. Get inside the car.

- No, thanks.

- (Patsy) Hang out with us.

We can be kicked out of

every damn bar in Minneapolis.

- No, I'm goin' home.

- Home?

- Yeah, I'm goin' home. It's late.

- Late? Jesus, this is early for us!

Be careful.

Whoo-hoo!

(Howard) Hey, Caroline,

hang on a second.

D'you mind if we walk with you?

- I'm all right.

- It's late out. A pretty girl like you...

No, really, I'm all right. Good night.

Hey, listen, I got a question

I wanna ask you.

How much can we get one of

those cigarette machines for?

Because Patsy and me, we was thinking,

you know, of getting one.

Yeah.

I think you can get one for about 1500,

used. That's what we paid.

Oh, yeah? Really? 1500, huh?

- Come on, take a shot.

- No, I'm really tired.

- I worked all night. I gotta get home.

- Come on, we ain't gonna bite ya.

Hey, you ain't scared of us, are you?

No, I'm just tired.

Yeah, that's right.

Because you worked all night, right?

Hey, Caroline? Do you like to f***?

Is this yours?

Just leave me alone.

Here. Take it.

Come on, take it.

No?

You forgot somethin'!

Caroline! Hey,

where'd you go off to, honey?

I got your hat. It's right here.

Maybe she wants to share your brandy.

Caroline!

Go up that way. Go that way. Go find her.

Caroline, honey!

Come on. Hey! Come on.

It's OK, it's OK. Calm down.

Oh, God! Jesus! My nose!

Jesus!

Where you goin'?

Trying to get away from Howard?

How, man, look what I found.

I think you broke my nose.

(muffled)

I'm sorry. What?

Good.

Good? Huh?

I'll show you good.

Hey...

Caroline, tell me something.

Did you really think that

you were better than me?

Did you?

OK? You OK? Huh?

- How, man, what are you doing?

- Patsy, quiet her down.

Here, give me her hand.

Wow.

See, Caroline? See that? I hurt.

Quiet. Patsy, get her to be quiet.

She bit me!

Goddamn!

- Shut up.

- No! No!

- No.

- Yeah.

(screams)

- Shut up!

- (Patsy) Take it easy, Howard.

Shut up! Shut up!

Shut up, Caroline!

Hell, man. Jesus, Howard.

What the hell are we doing?

(sobbing)

See, what I like to do is take a little

pork rind and smear that on my lure.

Sure. You know,

I would recommend the rat-lipped jig.

Well, the problem with a rat-lipped jig is

that it catches on underwater growth.

Well, I know, but...

(man) Come on.

Hey, Cindy,

where's Caroline again today?

- She called in sick.

- Called in sick?

That's every day this week. Is she OK?

She called in sick. She's sick, she's sick.

What can I tell you?

- Anything serious?

- Yeah, she's sick of work.

Wasn't this a private conversation

between you and me, Bill?

Don't worry about it. I think she got

the flu or somethin', you know?

She'll be in tomorrow.

Hey. Here you go now. Merry Christmas.

- And what would you like for Christmas?

- A dollhouse.

We'll see you Christmas Day.

Merry Christmas.

What would you like?

OK, I'll see you later.

Michael, don't forget. Pick me up at two.

- Two? AM?

- Yeah.

I have to get up for school in the morning.

You wanted the car tonight. Don't make

me wake up Daddy, because I'll kill you!

(tyres screech)

Hey, Caroline.

- Welcome back.

- Thanks.

Hi, Caroline. Where you been?

Been all over.

Hey, you missed all the action

in here last night.

What did I miss?

Well, you remember

Bobby Las Vegas, don't you?

- With the motorcycle?

- He don't ride the motorcycle no more.

Yeah? What happened?

He slid on a dead squirrel

goin' around a turn over by Frogtown.

- Demolished the bike.

- Jesus!

- He was in here last night.

- He got drunk as a dog down the street.

He tried to run through the Lowry Hill

Tunnel, but passed out cos of the fumes.

So they brought him in here. He was

in the bathroom throwin' up all night.

- Gee, I'm really sorry I missed that.

- Yeah, only Bobby, huh?

So, Caroline, those two guys, you know,

the ones that were bothering with

the machine the other night last week?

- Yeah?

- Jim seen one of 'em over at St Vincent's.

I went down there to see my cousin Lucy.

She had that thing with her wrist.

Yeah, they had to operate.

Anyway, I see him out in the hallway.

Man, was he worked!

His face was a mess.

Black eyes, bumps, bruises.

Looked like he was hit by a dump truck.

I gotta pick up Lucy on Tuesday.

Come here.

You've been following me home?

How do you know where I live?

Huh? Have you?

Well? Have you?

How's your hand?

Thank you.

I know.

That's the scaredest

I've ever been in my whole life.

I just get squirrels in my stomach

thinking about it.

I guess I don't have to worry

about you telling anybody, huh?

It's kind of a real awkward thing

for a girl.

Well...

Don't take this the wrong way,

but thank you.

I follow you home.

You follow me home?

I...

What?

I wasn't finished.

Finish.

I follow you home when you walk

to... make sure you're... safe.

I've never seen you.

Well, I stay pretty far behind.

- I'm sorry.

- Well...

I mean, don't be sorry. I just...

I wasn't finished.

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