Warrior Road Page #2

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AND WE'LL GET PAID.

IT'S SUMMERTIME

[HOWARD] YOU KNOW MY

COUSIN DOWN IN OCRACOKE.

YEAH, HE'S LOUSY

WHEN IT COMES TO DRINKING,

BUT HE SNIFFS OU THE HOT SPOTS.

I'M THE KIND

THAT MOVES ON:

YOUR DADDY'S RICH

[HOWARD] TOLD ME ABOU A LITTLE JUKE JOIN AROUND THE ISLAND

HE'D BEEN FREQUENTING,

AND WHAT HAPPENED ONE NIGHT WHEN

THEY WAS ALL DRUNK AS HELL.

AND SOME SERIOUS SMOOTHNESS

SHOWED UP WITH A PLAN.

THEN YOU'LL

SPREAD YOUR WINGS

AND YOU'LL TAKE

TO THE SKY:

BUT TILL THAT MORNING

THERE AIN'T NOTHIN'

GONNA HARM YOU:

YOU GOT YOUR DADDY

AND MOMMY STANDIN' BY

TAX TIME, BABY!

LET'S GO!

[HOWARD] THESE THREE DUDES

COME IN WITH SHOTGUNS

HOLDING THE PLACE UP.

ONE TOOK ON A CASH BOX,

GETTIN' IT ALL EMPTIED OUT.

THE OTHER TWO WATCHED

THE CROWD MAKING SURE

SOME HILLBILLY:

DON'T PLAY VIGILANTE.

ANYTHING COME UP,

THEY ALL GET THE HELL OUT.

AND BY THE TIME ANYONE

WAS SOBER ENOUGH

TO REALIZE WHAT THE HELL

WAS HAPPENING,

THEY WAS LONG GONE.

TURNS OUT THEY'VE BEEN HITTING

JOINTS ALL OVER THE COAST,

STEALING DRUNK FOLKS' MONEY

WHILE THEY WAS TOO DRUNK

TO DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT.

AND THOSE FOLKS SURE AS HELL

WON'T CALL IN THE POKEY.

HELL, THEY'D BUST UP

THE STILLS:

AND SHUT HER DOWN

IN TWO SHAKES.

WOULDN'T GIVE

A RAT'S ASS PAST THAT.

SO, THEY JUST KEP ON MOVING,

HIDING IN THE BANKS,

THE CRANNIES.

ALL ANYBODY KNEW WAS

IT WAS THREE BLACK FELLAS,

SMART AS HELL,

QUIET AS A PACK:

OF CHURCH MICE.

LEGENDS.

NOW, HUSH, LITTLE BABY,

DON'T YOU CRY

YOU JUST HUSH, LITTLE BABY,

AND DON'T YOU CRY

[SNIFFING]

- IT SMELLS LIKE P*SSY.

- MM-HMM.

[LAUGHING, COUGHING]

THIS SH*T'S SERIOUS, MAN.

WHAT, YOU THINK

I DON'T KNOW THAT?

AIN'T GONNA DO JACK SH*T.

HOW MUCH YOU THINK

WE'D GET?

ENOUGH.

MY MAN.

UH, UH, UH, UH!

WHAT?

[HOWARD]

WHAT DO YOU THINK?

YOU LOOK FUNNY.

[LAUGHING]

YEAH?

WELL, HUCKLEBERRY HERE

IS GONNA SAVE YOUR ASS.

- SH*T.

- SH*T, NOTHIN'.

SICK AND TIRED OF BUSTING

MY ASS TO BUY A SIX PACK.

ABOUT TO CHANGE THAT SH*T.

BE A MAN ABOUT IT.

PUFF IT OUT A LITTLE BIT.

- ESPECIALLY YOU.

- HMM?

THAT SH*T YOU WRITE.

YEAH, THAT'S RIGHT.

I SEE WHAT YOU DO.

YOU DON'T WANNA TELL ME,

AIN'T NO SKIN OFF MY ASS.

FOLKS LOOK AT ME,

THEY LOOK AT MY POPS,

AND THEY FIGURE THAT'S

ALL THEY EVER GONNA GET,

A PUNK-ASS BRAWLER.

BUT YOU...

YOU'RE DIFFERENT.

HOW COULD IT ALL

GO WRONG:

YOU KNOW IT HURTS ME

DEEP INSIDE:

FEEL I'VE BEEN TAKEN

FOR A RIDE:

I GOT NOTHIN' LEFT TO HIDE

STEP IT UP, JACK.

HMM?

[JOSEPH] WE WEREN' GONNA HURT ANYONE.

GUN WASN'T EVEN LOADED.

COURAGE WAS HIS WEAPON.

LET'S GO.

[MAN BELCHES]

PERFECT.

I DON'T KNOW.

I DON'T KNOW, MAN.

LOOK, NO SECOND THOUGHTS.

JUST GET IN THERE AND DO IT.

TWO MINUTES FROM NOW

WE'RE GONNA BE ON OUR WAY.

[BREATHING LOUDLY]

PUT 'EM ON.

I'M GOIN' WHERE

THE COLD WIND GOES

WHERE THE SUN:

DON'T EVER SHINE

I'LL BE SHIVERING

THE WHOLE NIGHT THROUGH

MY GIRL,

DON'T YOU LIE TO ME

DON'T MOVE!

FILL IT!

GOD DAMN IT!

COME ON!

ALL RIGHT, THEN.

THAT'S IT.

WHAT THE HELL?

I'M SORRY.

IF ANYBODY ASKS,

THE NAME'S LEROY.

COME ON! COME ON!

COME ON!

[HOWARD LAUGHING]

[BREATHING LOUDLY]

BLACK:

IS THE COLOR:

OF MY TRUE LOVE'S HAIR

HIS FACE SO SOF AND WONDROUS PALE

THE PUREST EYES:

AND THE STRONGEST HANDS

I LOVE THE GROUND

ON WHERE HE STANDS

I LOVE THE GROUND

ON WHERE HE STANDS

BLACK:

IS THE COLOR:

OF MY TRUE LOVE'S HAIR

OF MY TRUE LOVE'S HAIR

OF MY TRUE:

LOVE'S HAIR

OH, I LOVE

MY LOVER:

AND WELL HE KNOWS

YES, I LOVE THE GROUND

ON WHERE HE GOES

AND STILL I HOPE

THAT THE TIME WILL COME

WHEN HE AND I:

WILL BE AS ONE:

WHEN HE AND I:

WILL BE AS ONE:

WHEN HE AND I:

WILL BE AS ONE:

OH, BLACK

IS THE COLOR:

OF MY TRUE LOVE'S HAIR

OF MY TRUE LOVE'S HAIR

OF MY TRUE:

LOVE'S HAIR

[GUNSHOT]

THAT'S YOUR MEMORY?

AND NOW?

I KNOW WHAT IT FEELS LIKE

TO BE DEPRESSED.

MM-HMM, BUT YOU HAVE SOMETHING

HE PROBABLY DIDN'T HAVE.

WHAT'S THAT?

YOUR IMAGINATION.

[JOSEPH] IN RESPONSE TO THIS

MEMORY, A STORY CAME TO ME

OF A QUIET MAN:

WITH UNSEEN STRENGTH.

HIS HORN, HIS VOICE,

LIKE THE SONG:

THAT CAME FROM ME...

SEEKING A HOME,

A PLACE IN THIS WORLD.

HOLY, SH*T!

DUDE, THERE'S LIKE

A THOUSAND BUCKS BACK HERE!

SEE, WHAT DID I TELL YOU, HUH?

MAYBE YOU AIN'T SUCH

A DUMB-ASS AFTER ALL.

- WHOO!

- [LAUGHING]

THAT WAS MESSED UP

WHEN THAT GUY PULLED THAT GUN.

THAT FREAKED ME OUT.

YOU SAW IT HAPPEN,

DIDN'T YA?

LOOK, MAN,

YOU GOTTA SPEAK UP.

ALL RIGHT, THAT COULD

HAVE BEEN BAD.

WHOA-HA-HA-HA-HA!

LOOK AWAY, LOOK AWAY

MY FATHER ONCE DID

GO AWAY TO RETURN

GOOD, HE'S HERE.

[ALAN]

RUSTY!

- THIS PLACE IS A DUMP.

- A F***IN' RAGER.

RUSTY?

- HE'S SLEEPING.

- NO SH*T.

[RUSTY SNORING]

OH, WHAT'S THAT SMELL?

I THINK IT'S PISS.

RUST! RUSTY!

[CHUCKLING]

IS HE ALIVE?

[SNORING]

- TWO.

- THREE.

I GOT IT.

WHAT UP, BUDDY?

YEAH, TAKE A SHOWER,

YOU STINK-ASS!

WHO THE HELL ARE YOU GUYS?

HOW THE HELL YOU BEEN?

GOOD.

I'M GOOD, YOU KNOW.

YOU PACKIN'?

MAN, THAT BETTER NOT BE

THE ONLY REASON:

YOU COME TO SEE ME.

OF COURSE, IT AIN'T.

I LOVE ME SOME RUSSELL.

YEAH, RIGHT.

WHAT YOU GOT?

YOU'LL LIKE THIS.

GOOD STUFF?

IT'S THE TWO F'S OF "STUFF."

GET YOUR FEET OFF MY COUCH.

HELL, YEAH!

LOOK, IT'S OVER AN OUNCE.

ONLY 'CAUSE YOUR BOY HERE

IS SUCH A BAD-ASS.

USUALLY, THERE'S

A CEILING ON THIS SH*T.

OUNCE OF THAT SH*T, TOO.

SURE YOU GOT THIS

KINDA DOUGH?

YEAH, I'VE BEEN WORKING.

HEY, DO YOU STILL HANG OU WITH THAT CHICK?

WHAT'S HER NAME?

- LYDIA.

- YEAH, THAT'S IT.

YOU ALL STILL TALK?

- NO, IT'S BEEN A WHILE.

- SMART MOVE, MAN.

THAT CHICK...

SHE GOT ELEPHANTITIS

AND SH*T.

- THAT'S WHAT I SAID.

- YEAH? SHE AIN'T THAT BAD.

HER BELLY BUTTON'S SO BIG

YOU COULD EAT OATMEAL OUT OF IT.

AND GET YOUR FEET OFF MY COUCH!

DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU TWICE?

DO YOU WANT ME:

TO WRITE IT DOWN FOR YOU?

WHAT ABOUT 'SHROOMS?

YOU WANT SOME OF THOSE, TOO?

[PHONE RINGING]

SOMEBODY GE THE TELEPHONE, PLEASE?

[WHISTLES]

HEY!

YOU THE BRAINS BEHIND

THIS OPERATION?

[ALL LAUGHING]

NOT HARDLY.

[RUSSELL]

YOU DON'T TALK MUCH,

BUT, UH, WHO ELSE WOULD YOU

RATHER RIDE WITH?

- WHOO!

- HEY, YOU WATCH YOUR NECK.

ALL RIGHT?

SEE YOU SOON.

- [ENGINE REVVING]

- SOONER THAN LATER.

[HOWARD]

WHOO!

DUMB-ASSES.

MAN, THAT GUY'S

COOL AS HELL.

WHEN'S THE LAST TIME

YOU SAW HIM?

HE'S KINDA LAYING LOW.

HOW COME?

IT WAS ABOUT A YEAR AGO,

RUSTY CONVINCED ME TO GO SEE

SOME CHICK, TO HIS BEACH.

HE WAS DRUNK AS HELL

WHEN HE PICKED ME UP.

AND THREE HOURS LATER,

WE WAS BOTH GONE.

HEY! HOWDY.

HEY, YOU KNOW WHERE...

YOU KNOW WHERE:

"IT'LL DO" IS?

- [LAUGHING]

- EXCUSE ME?

"IT'LL DO?"

IT'S MY GIRL'S PLACE.

SON, I HAVE NO IDEA

WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT,

BUT I SUGGEST YOU MOVE ON.

- WELL, I SUGGEST YOU...

- OH, GREAT.

- THANKS FOR NOTHIN'.

- MM-HMM.

YOU GONNA LET HER

TALK TO YOU LIKE THAT?

YOU KNOW WHAT? NO.

HEY!

THAT'S RIGHT, SEE?

I KNOW YOU KNOW THIS PLACE.

WHAT PLACE IS THAT?

MY GIRL'S HOUSE, YOU B*TCH.

[POLICE RADIO CHATTER]

HEY, WHERE'S THE ACID?

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