John From Cincinnati, Episode 17, His Visit, Day 16

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The Further Days of John From Cincinnati continues - Arrivals and Departures

Written by: SpiritontheWater, backinthegame, Waxon, Skordamou, anonymous, svengali2

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We see a bowl of dog food set down alongside a small bowl of water. Bitzy is groggy and slowly eases toward the food without standing. Dr. Smith turns to notice the dog still lying on her stomach taking small bites of food from the bowl.

Dr. Smith: Well, hello there.

Bitzy looks up at the doctor.

Dr. Smith: It's OK, girl. You need to eat.

The doctor gently places his hand on Bitzy's head and glides his hand along her back. After a second pass Bitzy begins to eat again - this time more heartily.

Dr. Smith: That's the way.

Bitzy stands and begins to drink the water. After a long drink, she takes a few steps back, lays down and closes her eyes.

Dr. Smith returns to his work.

A few minutes later Bitzy stands, stretches and shakes. Dr. Smith again turns to her but this time she is attentively staring directly at him. Letting out a single bark she begins to walk with a slight limp to the door.

Dr. Smith: Oh....uh... yea, of course.

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As he opens the door, Bitzy steps outside and looks around. She raises her nose to the air and sniffs intently. Turning to the Doctor, now standing in the doorway, she lets out another single bark.

Dr. Smith: What?

Two more barks and Bitzy turns and heads along the sidewalk. Dr. Smith closes the door and rushes after her. She stops at the corner long enough to let a car pass and then crosses the street. Once across, she raises her nose to air. Looking back at the doctor, she turns and continues down the sidewalk. The doctor follows - now curious about her sudden sense of direction and purpose. Soon they leave the clinic behind and begin walking on the side of the road .

Dr. Smith: Uh, where are we going?

Now they are walking in front of houses - one after another. Dr. Smith is following, seemingly mesmerized . He continues to follow Bitzy for sometime - until she stops and, again turns to him. Looking up, he realizes they are in front of the Yost house. Bitzy walks straight to the front door.

Dr. Smith: You know the Yosts? .......It doesn't look like anyone is home.

Just then, Butchie's van rolls up and parks on the street in front of he house. Butchie and Mitch meet at the side of the van and help Cissy out. Dr. Smith approach's them leaning over Mitch's shoulder.

Dr. Smith: What happened?

Butchie: She passed out, Doc.

Cissy: I'm fine, I'm telling you!

Dr. Smith: Let's get her inside.

Cissy: How about you get me a fucking smoke! (Cissy shakes off Butchie and Mitch and walks towards the door).

Butchie: (to the doctor) Who called you?

Dr. Smith: No one, I just.... uhh...(looks at Bitzy)

Butchie: He yours, Doc?

Dr. Smith: She. (pause) ... I don't know...I mean, I don't think so.

Butchie: (looking at the doctor) You OK, Doc?

Dr. Smith: Me. (pause) I don't know... I mean, I think so.

Butchie raises an eybrow out of confusion, shakes his head, shrugging it off, and they all enter the house as the music fades.

--Waxon

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We see the chaos the monster wave left on the beach - fallen tents, vendors, trying to collect remnants of their fare off the sand - soaked t-shirts, plastic bags full of paper cups, a few posters washed up in the tide.
We see faces of people who are just starting to recover from the shock as they are still streaming toward the parking lot, slower and more orderly now.
A woman with glossy eyes is standing next to the pier flailing her arms up in the air and screaming.

Woman: The end is here! God's wrath is upon us!

A man holding a surfboard walks by, shaking his head.

Man: Jesus fucking Christ, what a vindictive jerk you're praying to!

Two children and a woman catch up with him.

Boy: Dad, that wave was humongous!

Man: It sure was, man!

--svengali2

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As the agent turns Barry around an enormous gust of wind hits them at their back knocking everyone from their feet to the ground. The guards and the agent quickly get to their feet and lead Barry to and through the doors of the large black van. The windows are all blacked out. Barry is smiling as the agent lifts him hurriedly up and into the single plush seat in the back. The doors are slammed behind him. A narrow beam of blue light is all that illuminates his smiling face. A set of headphones are placed on his head.

Meyer is panicked as he picks himself up and climbs back in and starts the car. Making a u- turn he spins the car around toward Imperial Beach.

Meyer: What in the world is happening... something has just happened!... I'm so sorry Barry, but I didn't know what to do... I had no power to stop them. (he swerves the car and barely maintains control as he becomes aware of John who suddenly appears in the passenger seat next to him. The car lurches as it comes to a stop crossing the lanes in the middle of the road)

John: Ooh bubula! You know what to do! Drive me home baby!

Meyer: (dumbfounded) What...where did you come from? This is not possible!

John: Go my little man, drive, drive, drive, drive me wild you beautiful man of mine! (Loudly as he pounds his hands on the dashboard) Oh GOD Meyer! GO!

Meyer: (steps on the gas and the tires squeal as the car lurches forward down the road, he screams above the sound) How can you know those words?!!!

John: (smiling, and screaming back) I don't know Butchie instead!


Inside the black van Barry jerks from side to side as the agent turns the vehicle around and speeds toward Sea World. He cannot hear the sounds from the drivers compartment as voices begin screaming over the radio.

Tears fill Barry's eyes as another sound fills his ears.

Barry: Cincinnatus!... I am coming!

Cincinnatus: I have been waiting for you. They are near and the time is close.

John: (looking over at Meyer who is speeding down the highway) You are close, and I am near. The first wave has come, but do not fear! My father is driving the El Camino.

--SpiritontheWater

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Officer Anderson struggles to hear the voice over his walkie talkie, panicked he throws the radio in the front seat of his squad car and runs across the street to the police station, bursting through the doors he jumps the counter and hits a large red button sounding the public emergency alarm. Bells and sirens begin to sound throughout IB.


Ring them Bells

--SpiiritontheWater

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Bill Jacks stands on the bluff behind the elephant cage, looking out to sea, across the shore, he sees the tide receding.

Bill: (laughs to himself) Well here we go Lo, another recession. I'll never forgive myself for buying that cheap bird seed... I know you told me honey...

Zippy: Cheep!

Bill: Thanks for that! I do remember quite well enough...

Zippy: Cheep!

Bill: Oh, then it was you who cleaned that accumulation?

Zippy: Cheep! Cheep!

Bill: Are you even looking at the water (he cocks his head and looks at the bird on his shoulder questioningly) crap machine?

Zippy: Cheep!

--SpiritontheWater

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Kai reaches up and turns the nozzle releasing the fresh air supply above her window seat. She looks to the passenger sitting next to her.

Kai: I'm so glad you decided to come. I'm really going to need a friend.

--SpiritontheWater

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Noah bends down and picks up a piece of paper off the sand, he turns it over and reads the message "The last happy hour of the year". It"s written across a large yellow smiley faced head atop a surfer's body riding a wave.

Noah: Ya mean the last hour of the last happy year. I'll be there man, I'll be there.

--SpiritontheWater

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Inside the hotel in Huntington.

Linc walks up to his room, then turns around and follows down the corridor. He enters another room without knocking, as the door is slightly ajar.

Tina, the towel wrapped around her waist, walks out of the shower and seeing Linc covers herself crossing her arms.

Linc: I thought.... I'd see if you are still here.

Tina: (awkwardly) I am.

Linc: You drove away in Meyer's car. He might've called the police. You're a firecracker! What'd I say?

Tina: You know what....

Linc: Tina, this thing is bigger than you and me! Did you see that? That wave.... it stopped as if on command, fuck all the laws of physics!

Tina: I was at the beach, I saw it. I saw Shaunie and Butchie, they were so.... beautiful out there, like weightless.... on the water.

Linc comes close to Tina, slowly pulls her arms down and kisses her on the lips.

Linc: I'm not used to being the last one.

Tina: I'm sorry you couldn't be the first....

--svengali2

----------------------------------------In Yost's house, Butchie is sitting on the bed in Shaun's room. He is holding his cell, listening to its ringing. Finally he flips the phone closed, drops it on the bed and sits there looking at the poster of a surfer on the wall.

Swallowed In The Sea

--svengali2

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Bill walks back to his car parked on the road. As he approaches the car door he sees another car coming down the road. He stands by his car to let it pass but it slows as it approaches. Bill sees that it is Freddy and Palaka. Bill and Freddy look at each other as they slowly pass. Bill raises his arm to motion to them but as he does Zippy flies off his shoulder - distracting Bill. Not intending to stop, Freddy turns his eyes back to the road but is startled to see that Zippy is sitting on the hood of his car looking directly at him. He slams on the brakes sending Palaka head first into the dash board. Zippy flies back to Bill. Bill and Zippy approach the car. Palaka is holding his forehead with both hands.

Bill: What are you trying to do, kill my bird?

Freddy: That birds trying to kill us!

Bill: If that was his wish I'd be the last to stop him.

Freddy looks away.

Zippy: Cheep!

Bill: (to Zippy) Alright, alright. (to Freddy) Uh, funny you should happen by.....uh....my bird wants me to ask you something.

Freddy: I can't wait to hear this.

Bill: I've been given an order by a fish, a whale to be exact.

Freddy: Are there any animals who don't boss you around? (under his breath) Bottom of the fuckin food chain.

Bill: Well, they know how to get results.

Freddy: If they ordered you to look like a fucking idiot, you're passing with flying colors.

Zippy: Cheep!

Bill: (to Zippy) You're pushing it now, you crap machine. With that Zippy dumps out on Bills shoulder.

Bill: Jesus Christ!

Freddy: What does any of this have to do with me?

Palaka: Yea, what does any of this have to do with us? (Palaka looks at Freddy) I mean, with him.

Bill: (to himself) What could possibly be the point of this?

Freddy: Well, we'll just be on our way.

Bill: Wait! ..... the orders ... are to go to ... Sea World. And the bird thinks I should ask you degenerates to accompany me.

Freddy: (sarcastically) You sure you don't want to go to fucking Disneyland?

Palaka laughs and begins to sing: M-I-C, K-E-Y, Y because...

Bill: Because we like you. (now getting frustrated) How the hell should I know why! It was his idea (motioning to Zippy)

Bill and Freddy catch eyes.

Bill: ... and I have a pretty bad gut feeling about it.

Freddy: Seaworld. A whale.

Palaka: Hey Boss, you were sayin that we should go to S...

Freddy: (to Palaka) Shut up. (to Bill) Who the fuck am I to argue with a bird.

Bill: OK, then.

Freddy: Tomorrow.

Bill: Around 10 - if you can get up that early.

Freddy shrugs his shoulders and begins to drive off leaving Bill standing on the side of the road.

Bill: Rendezvous at the Snug Harbor Motel! .... I hope you know what you're doing, Zip.

Bill looks back at the elephant cage for a moment and then shakes his head before getting in his car.

--Waxon

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Kass slowly walks on the beach checking the camera lens. She steps on an empty bottle left in the sand, tries to regain her balance and falls.

Kass: Shit! Shit! That's it. I am not moving. I am not! Oh, a kingdom for a horse! I am tired, thirsty, and have no idea why, oh fucking why, you just come and go John, and who are you after all, with your sweet baby innocence and.... most of all, why I so want to be around you....

She sits up, brushes sand off her legs and seeing a sea shell picks it up and plays with it as children do, holding it to her ear as a cell phone.

Kass: Do you like green eggs and ham? Would you like them here or there? Would you like them anywhere?

John (appears sitting next to Kass, he copies her pose, holding his palm as a sea shell) Yes, I will eat them here or there! I will eat them anywhere!

Kass: I know, you can be.... anywhere, Cheshire Cat. When you leave, only the smile stays.... then the smile will vanish too....

John: You will not cry because it's over. You will smile because it happened.

Cass: Thanks for the consolation prize, Dr. Seuss!

John: (smiling) Sam I am!

--svengali2

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A rooftop of an old building. Below are narrow streets of an ancient Middle Eastern city.
An old man in a long robe of a monk is dosing off in a wooden chair.

John: What do you want?

The man opens his eyes, startled.

Car Salesman: (appearing next to John) Hush, country! You are not ready to go global! Thinks he is the little engine that could.... Too many dealerships, I am telling you!

--svengali2

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Flor and Erlemeyer close the door of Flor's house and step into courtyard. Suddenly the air is filled with flapping, cheeping and chattering sounds as hundreds of birds fly in from the surrounding trees. They fly in circles above Erlemeyer and Flor, some perch on the table, chairs and walls of the courtyard. Flor and Erlemeyer stop. Erlemeyer has an amused expression on his face. Flor throws her hands up over her head.

Flor: Mis amigos de aves. No entiendo. Not all at once!

Erlemeyer: Looks like your friends are happy to see you, Flor.

Flor: That's not it, Chuck. They want something. What has gotten them so excited?

Flor puts here head back and makes loud bird sounds. The other birds immediately become still, Dodi flies forward and perches on the edge of the fountain. He bobs his head a few times then looks directly at Flor, his head cocked to one side.
Dodi chirps excitedly, not taking his eyes from Flor, who is nodding her head.

Flor: Hmmm. It is not for me to say if your work is done here, Chuck. But it is time for you to go back now. That is the message.

Erlemeyer: Changing plans is inevitable these days, Flor. I will go. I'll arrange for Julio to stop by and check in with you. This city is just too dangerous now.

Flor: Me? Stay here? (She gives Erlemeyer a big grin) No such luck, Chuck. I'm going with you.

Erlemeyer: (begins to protest, but changes his mind) What about-uh- them? (gesturing to Dodi and the other birds)

Flor: They'll be just fine, Chuck. They're birds! They fly! See how free they are? They go where they want. Give me five minutes. I want to grab some clothes and my paints.

Erlemeyer: (murmuring as he watches Flor walking away into the house) And may we not encounter difficulty. Just a couple of tourists, off to I.B.

--Skordamou

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Erlemeyer walks up the driveway to the Yost house. Mitch comes out to meet him.

Erlemeyer: I'm here on orders from her bird. (gesturing towards Flor)

Mitch: Stranger things have happened, Chuck. It's been a fuckin' 3 ring circus here. I don't know what the hell is goin' on. It's all just getting loonier by the minute . What the fuck?

Mitch is looking over to where Erlemeyer's camper is parked. The entire area is covered with birds.

Erlemeyer: Yes, an interesting phenomenon. They followed us here. High in the sky, and relentless.

Mitch: It appears, old friend, you're now part of this crazy fucked up story. Whether you want to be or not.

Erlemeyer: Yes, Mitch. I've known for a long time that change was coming. I made a point of not seeking it out. And then you showed up. What choice does one have, really, Mitch? We do what we must. Even you, the surfer king, must realize that now.

He turns to Flor and with a flourish, gestures towards Mitch

Erlemeyer: Flor, meet Mitch. Mitch, this is my friend Flor. She is also, as you so eloquently stated, a part of the story.

Cissy comes out of the house.

Cissy: Chemist! What the fuck're you doing? here? You're supposed to be findin' out if I'm gonna die or turn into a fuckin' zombie or somethin'. (she points to her foot) Not that I needed your help. The weirdo fixed me up. Good as new, no thanks to you.

Cissy looks Flor up and down. Flor is smiling, nervously twisting her long hair around her fingers.

Cissy: And who's "Miss I'm still livin' in 1968" here? Where the fuck did she come from?

Erlemeyer: (smiles and gives Flor an apologetic smile as he addresses Cissy) Cissy, meet my friend Flor.

Flor steps toward Cissy and begins to extend her hand. Cissy gives her a withering look. Flor drops her hand and steps back, but continues to smile at Cissy)

Erlemeyer: I wouldn't worry about that foot anymore, Cissy. It is unlikely that there will be any long term effects. (murmuring) I must consider the possibility that I read the signs wrong.

Cissy: What the fuck you sayin', o mystical one?

Erlemeyer: I'm not certain, but I think the break-in may have merely been a distraction.

Cissy: And what the fuck does that mean, Wizard?

Erlemeyer: What we learn from Tijuana will be just one piece of this cosmic puzzle. The center is here in I.B. I'm beginning to understand. What was important was for me to find Flor. And to bring her here with me. We all have parts to play now. May God help us to understand.

Flor crosses herself. The birds, as if assured that Flor and Erlemeyer have now safely reached their destination, rise up and fly in a large circle around Cissy and Mitch, Flor and Erlemeyer. Then they flock into formation, with Dodi at the lead, and head south, flying back towards Mexico.
--Skordamou

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SETTING: THE BAR

Sitting barside are Vietnam Joe, Bandanna Buddy,
Bill Jacks, the bartender and John From Cincinnati

Joe: Man I had a really weird dream last night.

Bandanna: What? Another one of those war dreams,
Joe?

Joe: Well yes and no, sort of.

Bill: How much dope did you smoke before you went to
bed?

Joe: Fuck man, I haven t smoke in three days! Maybe that s the problem.

Bill: Yeah, that s the problem (sarcastically).

Bandanna: Well, are you gonna tell us the dream or not?

Joe: OK. Well back in boot camp before my unit even got to the Nam there was this kid named Bobby North, Jesus he musta been damn near 7 foot tall, no shit, bright red hair and really really white skin, you know the kinda guy that just burns up in the sun, ya know?

John: Just burns up in the sun.

Bandanna: Yeah, I seen guys like that.

Joe: Yeah, he was a big fucker alright, but he was a real gentle guy. On liberty night he wouldn't go to the whorehouse with the rest of us or go down to the bar to fuck up the locals, uh-uh, not Bobby. He'd rather go to see some foreign movie or to the library to read a book or something for chrissakes. He shouldn't been in no fucking army that's for damn sure.

John: He shouldn't been in no fucking army that's for damn sure.

Bill: Did he enlist or what?

Joe: Fuck no! Got drafted just like the rest of us dumb motherfuckers. But he was a good guy, always had his shit together, always passed inspection, could blow the balls offa an ant at fifty yards, but the fucker just wasn't a fighter and just cause he was so big with that bright red hair and freckled face he just made an easy target for the other littler guys. Man, they gave him some hard shit too. I saw one of the little Puerto Rican guys, Morales, literally jump up off the ground to punch Bobby in the nose. Popped him a good one.

John: Popped him a good one.

Bandanna: No shit?

Joe: No shit. And that little PR fucker stood back in a boxer's stance ready to throw, but Bobby just stood there rubbing his nose with both his hands, he just couldn't understand what the fuck he'd done to deserve that, but then it started....

Bill: What?

Joe: His nose started bleeding, I mean just gushing red, ya know, all down his GI t-shirt, down his fatigues onto his jungle boots. He tilted his head back to make it stop, but no fucking way, he just kept bleeding and bleeding, fucking blood all over the place and then 'cause he got hit so hard, his eyes started tearing up, so here's this big Paul Bunyan of a guy standing in the middle of the barracks bleeding and crying. It was awful.

John: Awful.

Bandanna: So then what happened?

Joe: Well, Bobby just turned around and walked away. I saw him later laying out on his bunk with a wet towel wrapped around his face. I went up to him and asked him if he was okay, he said yeah, he was used to this shit, used to happen to him all the time in school, littler guys beating up on him. Turns out his old man was some sort of minister or something, never taught him how to fight, but told him always to turn the other cheek, love your enemies, all that kinda shit. Fuck, man!

John: Love your enemies.

Bill: Well, what the hell was he doing in the army then? He coulda went CO or something.

Joe: (laughs): No, not old Bobby. He wanted to do his duty and all of that patriotic crap they fill your head with out there in fucking Iowa or some damn place.

Bill: Nothing wrong with being a patriot.

John: Being a patriot.

Joe: True. But I asked him, man, if you can't even defend yourself in a fist fight how you're
gonna be able to shoot the goddam enemy who by the way will be doing everything humanly possible to shoot you?."That's different", he says. "One is where I'm fighting for myself and the other is in defense of god and country".
John: God and country.


Part II: The same setting, the Bar

Joe: Well they shipped our asses over to Nam and man, we came in hot. The airfield where we was supposed to land at was under mortar attack, VC, NVA the whole fucking nine yards, a real fucking horror show. We had to circle around for about an hour before we could land, and as soon as we did we were taking fire.

John: Taking fire.

Bill: Tough place.

Joe: Hell yeah. But Bobby, man, he was a smart fucker. While all the other guys were shitting their pants and praying and crying, old Bobby was looking out port and spotting all the places were those little fucking dwarfs were firing from and when that troop plane belly landed and the back hatch opened up, Bobby was the first one out, hit the ground running, firing his weapon like crazy directly at those spots he'd seen. He looked like a one man cavalry! (laughs shaking his head) He gave the hand sign for the rest of the guys to spread out and follow him and I'll be damned if they didn't. All the guys picked up on what Bobby was doing, pointing to the places where those little fucks were firing from. Bobby alone took out an entire mortar launching crew and the rest of those fuckers just hightailed it outta there!

Bandanna: Wow!

Joe: Fucking-a man! We only had one KIA that day - Morales the kid that bloodied Bobby's nose. When he heard about it he double timed over to the body screaming at the death detail to stay the fuck away from him. First time I ever really heard Bobby curse, ya know? He took Morales tags and jungle boots, picked him up like a baby and laid him down in the body bag so gentle like, ya know? Zipped him up and let the death detail load him up on the same damn plane that brought him in. Fucking sad, man.

Bill: I hear ya, bro.

John: Fucking sad.

Joe: Well, a big change came over Bobby. He still wouldn't go whoring with us, or get drunk, gamble and fight, I think I saw him take a beer once, didn't even curse, but fuck, man, he was a first rate killer. He had 13 confirmed kills, including an NVA officer, a lieutenant I think, one water buffalo, two dogs and a nine year old girl. The animals couldn't be helped and the girl was an accident. The water buffalo was in his line of fire so he had to take it out to get a clear shot, and then we were on this search and destroy mission in this village and the dogs attacked him, just doing their job I guess, but Bobby he had this phobia about germs and getting diseases, you know, like rabies and shit, so he took the dogs one round a piece.

John: One round a piece.

Joe: Yeah. So we were rounding the villagers up outta their huts, trying to figure out who were the real civilians and who the VC were and that s when it happened. Outta the corner of his eye Bobby saw something move in one of the huts that shouldn t-a been there, and Bobby man he just wheeled around slicker n snot and let loose a burst of fire with that Thompson and busted through the door of that hut alone and then it got real quiet and then we heard Bobby give out a long loud wail, like a howling wolf. We all thought he was celebrating a kill. But then it come to us Bobby was crying, wailing man, and he come outta that hut carrying that dead girl in his arms howling and crying. The medics relieved him of the girl and Bobby went off by himself and we just let him be, til we was done cleaning up the vill.

Bill: But what about the dream, Joe?

Joe: Yeah well I m getting to that. After that Bobby really went kinda fucking crazy. After a really brutal fire fight the VC tried to surrender, threw their weapons down, hands up screaming, "Dong hai, dong hai" and old Bobby, he just spit on the ground and said, "Dong hai my ass!" And blew the fuckers away. He went and cut the guys dicks off, stringed em up and wore them around his neck like love beads, man!

John: Like love beads.

Joe: The stink was unbearable. All the guys respected Bobby, followed him without question, but man sitting down to eat with him was whole nother story. Bobby understood, didn t take any offense. Usually we let the FNGs take point when we were out on patrol, but Bobby d always volunteer. He liked being in the shit.

John: Liked being in the shit.

Joe: And then it happened.

Bill: What?

Joe: Well we were walking the trail, Bobby a few meters ahead of me. He'd let his hair grow down past his shoulders and grew this great big bushy red beard, he'd lost weight like we all did, but he put on some muscle too. He looked like one of those
Viking Beserkers, crazy to die, man!

John: Crazy to die, man!

Joe: It was just getting dawn, the sun rising behind us and that s when I heard it, a soft pop sound. I thought one of the guys behind us had cracked open a beer. Bobby just stopped, we all stopped, frozen, waiting for his hand signal either spread out or thumbs up for OK, but he just stood there and then I saw a little hole right in the back of his neck, just below the helmet line, a little trickle of blood. Bobby turned round and man his face looked like fucking hamburger, man, his jaw flapping loose, his tongue hanging like a thirsty dog, his teeth hanging like pearls and I swear to god, it looked like he was smiling and he just went down like a big red tree face first in the mud. It took about a second for it to register on us but Bobby was dead.Fuckingsniper!Always some littler guy trying to take Bobby down, ya know?
Bill: Jesus Christ Jesus Christ Jesus Christ!

John: Bobby was dead.

Joe: So I pointed up into the trees and the guys just let loose everything they had into the tree tops until finally this little VC fucker come flopping outta the palms like a drunken monkey, deader'n hell.

John: Deader 'n hell.

Bartender: At least ya got the bastard Joe. But what about the dream?

Joe: Well Bobby come to me, long red hair flowing, his big bushy red beard, his face all put back together like normal, and Bobby s laughing, still in his jungle camo, weapon at the ready and this what he says:Joe, there is death in all your ecstasies, that is the nature of the dimension you live in, but you
don t have to deny yourself any pleasures. Own what you desire and all that exquisite energy will be released as waves of joy on earth as it is in heaven. Stop judging what you are doing. Own it or stop doing it and decide to be alive.

Bill: (getting off his barstool) I gotta go home and tell my bird about this!

Bartender: I never heard anything like that before, especially not in a dream.

John: Some things I know and some things I don t, but this man knows a lot. He is with my Father and Mother now. He sees God the Mother of God. He is not dead, Joe. He will be born again. Not farewell, oh warrior, but fare forward.

Joe: Fucking-a!

Bartender: That calls for a round of beer on the house!

--anonymous

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Volver, Volver

As the song is playing, the camera follows a truck on the highway 75. Ramon is at the wheel, softly singing to the music on the radio. Driving by vast lowlands spread along the road, he passes a slim woman with a bright red backpack slowly running in the breakdown lane. She moves in long strides with the easy grace of a born athlete.
Ramon: (turning his head back) Nobody walks.... or runs.... Not here. Just cars, no people....

--svengali2

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The same song is still playing.

In a small bedroom, sunlight filtering through broken blinds falls on a rumpled bed.
A naked woman is sitting atop a man, lying in bed. His eyes are bloodshot and vacant.

Alejandro: (pushing the woman off) Get out! ¡Grasa sucia puta, tu eres inútil!

Woman: No es culpa mia. You drink too much, Alejandro.

Alejandro: Vete de aquí. ¡Si usted dice que una vez más yo le mataré! I will cut your heart out! Get out, bitch!

The woman grabs her clothes and runs out.
Alejandro: ¡Yo no puedo dormir ya! No sleep, no fuck, no drink. Estoy maldecido... It?s that gringo, el diablo. Vi sus ojos muertos... He was dead... Estoy maldecido.

He gets off the bed and hits the wall to the adjacent room with his fist.

Alejandro: ¡Apaga la maldita musica, ahora!

Voice: ¡Si, si, jefe!

Translate here

--svengali2

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Turning off the road into Snug Harbor, Ramon drives up to the office. As he gets out of the car he stops in disbelief seeing a woman standing at the closed door of the office, the bright red backpack at her feet.
Ramon: I saw you... When did you get here? How....

Woman: (flashing a quick and easy smile) In time, Ramon. All in good time.

--svengali2

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