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Don't light that in here. I'm allergic.
I won't. You interested?
Maybe.
You and Mel Gordon?
Could be.
Always count on old Wade for a good screwing. Why should I always pay more, sell cheap? Why should you guys make all the money. You and Mel and Jack. Right's right.
Wade, you're done. Let me have the shop keys.
You two, don't you get it? He's using you. You're his slaves. Jesus Christ, Jack, don't you see that?
The key, Wade.
Yeah, you can have the key. It's the key that's kept me locked to you all these years. I give it to you with pleasure. Now I'm free. See how easy it is, Jack? All you got to do is give back what the man gave you, and you're free of him. I've got to call my brother.
I'm sorry for the screwup. But I couldn't help it it's too late to go trickortreating now. I couldn't help it I had to stop at Penny's for the costume. And you were hungry, remember.
Who's fault is it then if it's not yours? You're the one in charge, Daddy.
Yeah.
Look. Those kids are still trickor treating. They're still out.
Those are the Hoyts.
I don't care. They're out.
Can't you see... look out there. Nobody's got their porch lights on anymore. It's too late. Those Hoyt kids are just out to get in trouble. See, they put shaving cream all over that mailbox there. They chopped down Herb Crane's new bushes. Little bastards. Jesus H. Christ.
Why do they do that?
Do what?
You know.
Break stuff?
Yeah. It's stupid.
I guess they're stupid.
Did you do that when you were a kid?
Well, yeah. Sort of. Nothing really mean. Me and my pals, me and my brothers. It was kind of funny then. Stealing pumpkins, soaping windows. Stuff like that.
Was it funny?
To us it was.
But it's not funny now.
It's not funny now. I'm a cop and I gotta listen to all the complaints people make. I'm not a kid anymore. You change.
I bet you did lots of bad things.
What are you talking about?
I just think you used to be bad.
No. I didn't used to be bad. No sir. Where do you get this stuff? From your mother?
No. She doesn't talk about you anymore.
Go on, Jill. Some of those kids you still know.
I don't want to.
Why? Why not? You know these kids from when you went to school here. It hasn't been that long.
It's not that.
What then?
It's stupid.
It's fun.
I want to go home. I don't like it here.
Oh, Jesus, come on, will you? Don't mess this up anymore than it's already been messed up. Join the other kids. Do that and before you know it you'll be as happy as a goddamned clam.
Some party, huh? Sorry I lost sight of you. I had to step outside for a smoke. You find anybody you know here? There must be some kids you used to know from school. You want to go tomorrow? See your old teachers? Be more fun than hanging out with me all day.
No.
No what?
No I didn't see anybody I know. No I don't want to go to school here tomorrow. I want to go home.
You are home. There are lots of kids you still know here.
I don't want to be here. Don't worry, I love you, Daddy, I do. But I want to go home.
Jesus. Listen, Jill, tell you what. Tomorrow morning, you still want to go home, I'll drive you down. I'll get off work or something.
I called Mommy.
What? You called Mommy? Just now?
Yes.
Jesus, why?
I... because I want to go home. She said she'd come and get me.
Come and get you! Shit! It's a damn half hour drive each way. Why didn't you talk to me about it first?
See, I knew you'd be mad.
Yeah. Yeah, right, I'm mad. What'd you tell her, for Christ sake?
I told her I wanted to come home. Daddy, don't be mad at me.
Well, I guess I am. I planned this, I planned all this, you know. I mean, it's sort of pathetic, but I planned it. You shouldn't have called your mother. C'mon, we're gonna call her before she leaves.
She's gone already! Gone already! Couldn't wait.
Yes.
That's all you got to say? "Yes".
Yes.
She won't be here for a half hour. Think you can stand it that long?
Yes.
Where do you expect to wait for her? Obviously downstairs with the other kids isn't good enough.
Sit right there by yourself if you want. Wait for her by yourself. That's fine with me. Just dandy. I'm going downstairs.
That's fine with me too. When Mommy comes, tell her I'm up here.
Dad.
I'm glad you're here. Can you stay for a while?
Are we going in this?
Yeah. My car's in the shop. This'll be fine.
It's pretty old.
It belongs to Pop.
Pop?
Grandpa. My father. It's his.
Oh.
How about a Big Mac?
Mommy won't let me eat fast food. You know that. It's bad for you.
C'mon, we can always sneak a Big Mac. And a cherry turnover. Your favorite. What do you say?
No.
What do you want, then?
Nothing.
You can't have nothing, Jill. We need lunch. Mr. Pizza?
Same thing, Daddy. Mommy says
I know what Mommy says. I'm in charge today, though.
Okay. So we'll get what you want. What do you want?
Nothing, I guess. I guess I can wait till we get home. Maybe we'll stop by Wickham's for a hamburger when we get to Lawford. That suit you? You always like Wickham's.
Okay.
Fine.
Please don't cry. Please, honey.
What are you sorry for?
I don't know. For the food business. I guess. I just thought, you know, we'd sneak a Big Mac on Mommy, like we used to.
I want to go home.
You can't.
That's illegal, you know.
I know.
You're a policeman.
Nope. Not anymore. I'm nothing anymore.

Don't light that in here. I'm allergic.

I won't. You interested?

Maybe.

You and Mel Gordon?

Could be.

Always count on old Wade for a good screwing. Why should I always pay more, sell cheap? Why should you guys make all the money. You and Mel and Jack. Right's right.

Wade, you're done. Let me have the shop keys.

You two, don't you get it? He's using you. You're his slaves. Jesus Christ, Jack, don't you see that?

The key, Wade.

Yeah, you can have the key. It's the key that's kept me locked to you all these years. I give it to you with pleasure. Now I'm free. See how easy it is, Jack? All you got to do is give back what the man gave you, and you're free of him. I've got to call my brother.

I'm sorry for the screwup. But I couldn't help it it's too late to go trickortreating now. I couldn't help it I had to stop at Penny's for the costume. And you were hungry, remember.

Who's fault is it then if it's not yours? You're the one in charge, Daddy.

Yeah.

Look. Those kids are still trickor treating. They're still out.

Those are the Hoyts.

I don't care. They're out.

Can't you see... look out there. Nobody's got their porch lights on anymore. It's too late. Those Hoyt kids are just out to get in trouble. See, they put shaving cream all over that mailbox there. They chopped down Herb Crane's new bushes. Little bastards. Jesus H. Christ.

Why do they do that?

Do what?

You know.

Break stuff?

Yeah. It's stupid.

I guess they're stupid.

Did you do that when you were a kid?

Well, yeah. Sort of. Nothing really mean. Me and my pals, me and my brothers. It was kind of funny then. Stealing pumpkins, soaping windows. Stuff like that.

Was it funny?

To us it was.

But it's not funny now.

It's not funny now. I'm a cop and I gotta listen to all the complaints people make. I'm not a kid anymore. You change.

I bet you did lots of bad things.

What are you talking about?

I just think you used to be bad.

No. I didn't used to be bad. No sir. Where do you get this stuff? From your mother?

No. She doesn't talk about you anymore.

Go on, Jill. Some of those kids you still know.

I don't want to.

Why? Why not? You know these kids from when you went to school here. It hasn't been that long.

It's not that.

What then?

It's stupid.

It's fun.

I want to go home. I don't like it here.

Oh, Jesus, come on, will you? Don't mess this up anymore than it's already been messed up. Join the other kids. Do that and before you know it you'll be as happy as a goddamned clam.

Some party, huh? Sorry I lost sight of you. I had to step outside for a smoke. You find anybody you know here? There must be some kids you used to know from school. You want to go tomorrow? See your old teachers? Be more fun than hanging out with me all day.

No.

No what?

No I didn't see anybody I know. No I don't want to go to school here tomorrow. I want to go home.

You are home. There are lots of kids you still know here.

I don't want to be here. Don't worry, I love you, Daddy, I do. But I want to go home.

Jesus. Listen, Jill, tell you what. Tomorrow morning, you still want to go home, I'll drive you down. I'll get off work or something.

I called Mommy.

What? You called Mommy? Just now?

Yes.

Jesus, why?

I... because I want to go home. She said she'd come and get me.

Come and get you! Shit! It's a damn half hour drive each way. Why didn't you talk to me about it first?

See, I knew you'd be mad.

Yeah. Yeah, right, I'm mad. What'd you tell her, for Christ sake?

I told her I wanted to come home. Daddy, don't be mad at me.

Well, I guess I am. I planned this, I planned all this, you know. I mean, it's sort of pathetic, but I planned it. You shouldn't have called your mother. C'mon, we're gonna call her before she leaves.

She's gone already! Gone already! Couldn't wait.

Yes.

That's all you got to say? "Yes".

Yes.

She won't be here for a half hour. Think you can stand it that long?

Yes.

Where do you expect to wait for her? Obviously downstairs with the other kids isn't good enough.

Sit right there by yourself if you want. Wait for her by yourself. That's fine with me. Just dandy. I'm going downstairs.

That's fine with me too. When Mommy comes, tell her I'm up here.

Dad.

I'm glad you're here. Can you stay for a while?

Are we going in this?

Yeah. My car's in the shop. This'll be fine.

It's pretty old.

It belongs to Pop.

Pop?

Grandpa. My father. It's his.

Oh.

How about a Big Mac?

Mommy won't let me eat fast food. You know that. It's bad for you.

C'mon, we can always sneak a Big Mac. And a cherry turnover. Your favorite. What do you say?

No.

What do you want, then?

Nothing.

You can't have nothing, Jill. We need lunch. Mr. Pizza?

Same thing, Daddy. Mommy says

I know what Mommy says. I'm in charge today, though.

Okay. So we'll get what you want. What do you want?

Nothing, I guess. I guess I can wait till we get home. Maybe we'll stop by Wickham's for a hamburger when we get to Lawford. That suit you? You always like Wickham's.

Okay.

Fine.

Please don't cry. Please, honey.

What are you sorry for?

I don't know. For the food business. I guess. I just thought, you know, we'd sneak a Big Mac on Mommy, like we used to.

I want to go home.

You can't.

That's illegal, you know.

I know.

You're a policeman.

Nope. Not anymore. I'm nothing anymore.