Where the Day Takes You Page #6

Shut up!

What the f***

are you looking at?

(MELISSA ETHERIDGE'S

"OCCASIONALLY" PLAYING)

Excuse me, sir,

do you have any change?

Hi, little girl.

Do you have

any money on you?

Some change

or a dollar or something?

Do you have any spare change?

Nothing? I just wanna get

some money together.

Any change so I can

get some food?

Sir, I hate to bother you,

I'm just trying to get some change.

Mom, I can't, not with him there.

No, Mom, I gotta go, all right?

I just wanted to call you

and tell you I'm fine.

Bye, Mom.

How do you feel?

I slept.

How'd you do?

No sh*t.

That's, like, 30 bucks. We should've

been down here the whole time.

Pretty good, huh?

I'll say. It's incredible.

Now we can eat. I'm starving.

We can get a motel room.

Oh, sh*t, that's

a waste of money.

Well, I earned it,

so end of discussion.

Well, I guess you're the boss.

Yeah.

Is that right?

Come on.

You okay?

Ow! Ow.

Whoo!

Oh, my goodness.

Oh, my goodness.

This is great!

Nine-point-two.

Listen, I can wash all my stuff,

I can watch TV,

I'm in a bed, I can watch

Laverne & Shirley.

What?

Nothing. It's nice to see you so happy.

Well?

Nothing. It's nice.

You're...

What?

Nothing.

Well, I'm gonna go take a shower.

Yeah, me too.

You go first.

No, go ahead.

No, go.

After you.

No, go. You smell.

No, you...

Come on, you had

to have known.

You stink.

OFFICER:

Take off the hat.

A pimp named Tommy Ray

White was killed last night.

Oh, that's terrible.

No, not really. But we

do need some information.

I don't know anything

about it.

I'm not saying you do.

But we hope your friend

King might.

We just want to talk to him.

Just talk, that's all.

Think you might be able to tell

him that next time you see him?

Yeah, sure,

I can tell him that.

I mean, if I see him, you know.

OFFICER:
You'll see him.

HEATHER:

What's wrong?

Where the f*** did Little J get a

gun? I told him not to f*** with guns.

Oh, man. F***.

Here, let me help.

Yeah.

Jesus.

Yeah, he got me.

The bastard.

What do you think happened?

Do you think he died?

Maybe.

It's gonna be okay.

No, it's not okay! It's not okay.

We're sitting in this motel

like nothing's wrong,

and Crasher's in f***ing jail

for all I know.

Where's Little J?

It's not okay.

It's not supposed to be

like this at all.

(CRYING)

I'm sorry.

(WHISPERS)

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Oh, sh*t.

CHARLES:

Have a seat up here.

I'm sorry. I forgot.

I was just, uh...

What do you need?

Nothing.

You know...

I do have a spare bedroom

if I thought I could trust you.

Well, I suppose you could

stay here a few days.

Would you like that?

That'd be great.

(MELISSA ETHERIDGE'S

"PRECIOUS PAIN" PLAYING)

(KNOCKS)

Hey, man.

What do you need?

I thought maybe I could

get a little taste, man.

You got money?

Not on me, man.

What are you doing here, man?

I thought...

No.

Why don't you ever ask me

anything about myself?

Like what? I just met you.

I don't know. Like, anything.

Like why I left home, what my

family's like, how I got here.

I know why you left home.

Think you're pretty clever, huh?

No.

No, really.

I bet you've known

a lot of girls like me.

No, I haven't.

So tell me,

why did I leave home?

Man, forget about it.

No, really, I'd like to know.

Well, one or two reasons.

Either your father molested you

or your stepfather did.

You're a jerk.

Why else would you

be here?

That painting's really spooky.

Yeah, it's freaky.

It looks like the devil.

It looks like the Grim Reaper.

My father didn't f*** me,

my brother did, so a lot you know.

I'm sorry.

I am.

Open the f***ing register!

Get out of here! F*** you!

Motherf***er, sit down!

Back off! Stay the f*** down!

F*** you! I call the police

on you, motherf***er!

Checkout time was half-hour ago.

Oh, sh*t.

I think we should get up and go and get

some more money like we did yesterday.

It was so good on the pier.

Listen.

We could get something to eat.

Listen.

That money? That's some of the

money I had with me from Chicago.

Oh.

I didn't make anything

on the pier.

Why'd you lie to me?

I don't know,

maybe I just thought I had to.

(MUMBLES) I can't stand it.

What are you mumbling about?

I don't want you to be me.

What are you talking about?

I don't want you

to be me, Mouse.

I see people on the street every day and I

just see myself, and I don't wanna see you...

I don't wanna see that happen to you.

It won't happen to me.

Won't happen to us.

I promise.

Collect call from Greg.

(CAR HORNS HONKING)

WOMAN:

Hello?

Hi, Mom.

Greg?

Greg, where are you?

What's the matter?

Nothing.

Greg, are you all right?

I love you.

Greg? Greg?

CHARLES:
Do you skateboard?

J:
Yeah.

Well, I used to

when I lived in Boston.

CHARLES:
How long you live there?

J:
About 13 years...

then I moved to New York for

a while, and then I came here.

Did you like New York?

Nah.

Well, you're a long way from Boston.

Yeah.

Why'd you leave?

I broke my probation.

Yeah? What'd you do?

Assault and battery.

But that's bullshit.

I never should have gotten it.

All I did was hit this teacher

after she tried to hit me,

and she never got

in trouble for it.

Fat b*tch.

If I saw her again,

I swear to God, I'd hit her.

(GRUNTS)

Jesus Christ, man.

You look like sh*t.

So...

your old man got you busted, huh?

Yeah.

Man, life is a real b*tch.

How long since you slept, anyway?

I don't know, four days.

You gotta sleep, man.

It's too hard, man.

It's too hard.

You want some vodka?

No, f*** that. I could do that

all night, that ain't gonna help.

So, what do you want me

to do about it?

You want some help?

Huh?

Yeah.

What?

Yeah, I do.

All right.

I'm only doing this

so you can sleep.

Starting tomorrow, I want

you to cut down on your speed.

Cheap-ass drug, man.

Is it gonna hurt?

Man, is it gonna hurt?

No.

Lights out, boy.

You got the law after you.

What?

Yeah, they think you

killed Tommy Ray.

Me?

I didn't kill him.

I didn't touch anybody.

I know you didn't.

He didn't do anything.

I know he didn't!

I'm gonna kill Little J.

Oh, man, I can't

go back to jail. I can't.

What are you gonna do?

I don't know.

Well, I'm leaving.

KING:

Where are you going?

Dallas.

Dallas?

Yeah, Dallas. Y'all ought to come

with me too.

Sh*t. It's great there.

We should, huh?

You wanna go

to Dallas?

I'm gonna get myself a big old

lady with some f***ing gnarly...

You know what I mean? Maybe a

couple pit bulls. How'd that be, huh?

Sounds good, doesn't it?

I don't know.

Yeah, well, don't think

about it too long, King.

Because as soon as I score some speed, like

I need it, I'm off like a bride's nightie.

What's that smell?

That's you, motherf***er.

That is you.

That's you.

That's you.

You smell very bad.

It's you.

You're handsome, but you stink.

You stink.

No, seriously, though, man,

y'all ought to come with me.

F***, I tell you what.

Why don't you meet me back here

in, say, like, a half-hour?

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