Where the Day Takes You Page #2

I mean, I ain't seen her, man.

Well, what in the f***,

you guys?! Goddamn!

I told you to watch out

for my lady.

And... So, what, is that

too much to ask, or what?

All right, look, King, man, last time we

seen her, she was with that kid, Tommy Ray.

I think she's in his stable.

You've seen Devon

with Tommy Ray?

Yeah, she started swinging with him

when you got locked up.

Just out of curiosity,

were you gonna tell me?

Yeah.

Yeah? When?

I don't know.

Thank God you're back.

Hey, Brenda.

Who are you?

Heather.

KING:
You just get here?

Two days ago.

BRENDA:
She's from Chicago.

Trip out. Me too.

Bullshit, you're from Phoenix.

Brenda, you know, the next time I want

you to open your mouth, I'll point at you.

Why don't you sit down.

You're making me nervous.

I'm King.

King? As in what,

Burger?

He's the one I told you about.

Yeah, I bet you did.

Hey, y'all, I was thinking of maybe

going and doing a little train hopping.

Yeah.

How'd that be?

Cool.

Greg's got some speed, don't you?

I was thinking maybe we'd get

some pot and some mushrooms.

Let's get all f***ed up.

Yeah, later. Hey, Crasher, come here.

Come here, man.

INTERVIEWER:
So why do you think

so many kids come out here?

KING:
Most kids come out to L.A.

looking for Hollywood.

BRENDA:
Told you everything

would be cool, didn't I?

Usually, it's not what they expect.

You're from Chicago?

Yeah.

Crasher, I went in lockup for two months,

I get out, and everything turns to sh*t.

I took a zip gun off

of Little J tonight.

And Greg is off,

tweaking his brains out.

And where the hell is my girlfriend?

I don't know.

Huh?

I don't know.

Well, what the f***

do you know about?

Well, don't look at me

like it's my fault.

Crasher, man, you f***ed me.

I asked you to look out

for everyone.

Well, you shouldn't

have done that.

That was a mistake.

I mean, sh*t, man,

nobody listens to me.

You're the only one

they listen to.

Sh*t, I'm older than you,

and I don't get that kind of respect.

Before you start pointing fingers,

you take a look in that f***ing mirror.

That's the guy

you wanna blame.

You know, it's pretty lame

how you got busted that way.

You know, and then you

just, like, disappear

and figure, well, I'm just gonna,

like, keep tabs on everybody?

Well, guess again, pal.

On Devon?

Yeah.

I'm sorry, man...

but it's not my fault.

I didn't have anyone else

I could ask.

What are you doing?

You stink.

That's you, man.

It's not me.

It's you.

It's not me.

Someone could be dying in the f***ing

streets, and they won't do a thing.

But if you just so happen

to jaywalk,

10 of them will come out

of the woodwork.

Sh*t, I got busted last week

for jaywalking.

J:
You got busted for being too fat.

Shut up, d*ckhead!

Oh, King. King, the trolls are

partying tonight at the Western squat.

King?

Why doesn't anybody

f***ing listen to me around here?

Hey, Mouse. How old are you?

Almost 18.

How come you moved to Holly-weird?

Just wanted to.

You wanna be a movie star, don't you?

No.

Yeah, you do.

No, I don't.

Why not?

I'm gonna be one.

Yeah, after you lose

about 100 pounds.

Brenda, I think you have star quality.

Yeah. Julia Roberts,

eat your heart out, baby.

Yeah, Sleeping With the Fat Girl.

BRENDA:
F*** you!

F*** you, you stupid b*tch.

KING:
Hey, J.

J:
Why don't you sit the f*** down.

BRENDA:
Don't touch me.

KING:
Hey, I had to sleep with

somebody for this big f***ing joint.

No, I didn't.

Crasher. Have you seen Devon?

Is she here?

No, I ain't seen her,

but Tommy Ray is over there.

Is that right?

Yeah.

Tommy.

TOMMY:

Holy sh*t.

Well, well, well. If it ain't the King

and his little band of butt pirates.

J:
Hey, f*** you, man.

F*** me? That's what I got in mind.

Who is this guy right here?

You know, for a kid,

you got a great ass.

I could make some money

with this kid.

I'm looking for Devon.

Yeah?

Well, who isn't?

Well, I ain't seen

the little c*nt.

That's not quite how

I heard it, Tommy.

Yeah, well, don't believe

everything you hear.

Because that little f***ing b*tch

was stealing from me.

She stole my radio,

she stole my rock.

So naturally, I kicked

the f***ing b*tch out.

I mean, the last I heard is that she

got her face cut up real bad and just...

No, no. I know her. She's not robbing

or stealing or thieving. Nothing.

So, what are you doing?

You calling me a liar?

Hey, Tommy Ray, you got

your whole life to be an a**hole.

Why don't you take tonight off?

Why don't you go

f*** yourself, huh?

J:
All right, all right. Get the f*** off

of him, man. Get the f*** off of him.

CRASHER:

Be cool, be cool.

KING:
Come on, where is she?

Why don't you do me a favour.

Why don't you bring back your friend

as soon as he gets some pubic hair.

J:
F*** you, man!

Pubic hair, that's good.

Come on, Greg. Don't be needy.

Check me.

Come on. No, f*** that.

Man, f*** Tommy Ray!

You shouldn't have tossed

my f***ing gun.

I'm glad I did too.

I feel like killing somebody.

INTERVIEWER:
Does your family live in the

hole which is under the bridge of the...?

KING:

Under the freeway, yeah.

But not always there.

It depends on the weather,

and who's with us or who's already

there, but that's basically our home.

BRENDA:
I'll sleep with you, King.

KING:
Oh, Brenda, now that's sweet.

I'm just not sure

I'm up to the challenge.

BRENDA:
And why not, baby?

J:
Because you're too fat is why not.

BRENDA:
Shut up, fool!

J:
F*** you, b*tch. I ain't no fool.

BRENDA:
Yeah, you are.

You're a scrawny little piece of sh*t.

I'm sick of hearing your trap.

If I wanna sleep with King,

I'll sleep with King.

You know.

Keep your butt out of it.

Just shut the f*** up!

No!

Hey, J, stay out of her hair,

or she's gonna keep us up all night.

I know. I know.

Here. Here.

KING:
Hey, where you guys staying?

BRENDA:
We been at the Bowl Motel.

Sh*t, who's paying for that?

HEATHER:
I paid for it.

Well, I ain't whoring.

J:
Yeah, sure you ain't.

Listen, you save your money. This

one here will take you for a ride.

I'm gonna get a job.

You know sh*t, dick-for-brains.

It's, "You know dick, sh*t-for-brains."

So get one.

I think either is correct.

It's a declarative sentence, so the juxtaposition

of the adjective is appropriate in either case.

Hey! Nobody here take any of Heather's

money. I'd take that personal.

J:
Oh, okay, King.

I won't take it from her.

KING:
I don't think that would be right.

J:
Okay, I won't.

BRENDA:
She's my buddy.

I'm taking care of her.

She's my buddy. Right?

Little J, what's the aerosol du jour?

I don't know, just something

I picked up in Nam.

When I was down in County,

Greg came down, but...

Like he was gonna get 500 bucks

to bail me out?

It's nice, though,

to have somebody that...

wanted to.

KING:
Hey.

Hey, what's up?

You want some?

You should try and get some sleep.

Nah.

You gonna sleep

with Heather tonight?

Not tonight.

When I went in lockup,

I couldn't sleep for the first week.

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