Post by TFP on Oct 21, 2008 16:07:40 GMT -4
[ Driving in their brand-spanking new second-hand 1984 Dodge Caravan, Jesse and Michael are going on a small road-trip out of Defiance to some place with a record player. They found it on the side of the road with a name and location on it, so they figured that it must have fell out of their car while travelling. So as good people, they are doing what they think is best and that is returning it to them. They are probably wondering where it is, but they shouldn't worry one bit; it's in M00P's safety at the moment. ]
Michael Lee: "So a woman lost that, huh? What's her name? Is it on the back of it-uh?"
Jesse James: "Yeah, her name and shit is on the back. I think it's Marie Lee or something like that. You can check it yourself, it's on the back seat."
[ Taking off his seatbelt, Michael climbs to the back as Jesse is driving down the highway at over 100 kilometers an hour. Michael reaches for the record player and turns it around, reading the name. He nods his head, setting it down. He climbs back to the passenger seat and buckles back up, sitting patiently. After a few moments of silence, Jesse looks at him. ]
Jesse James: "So was I right or what?"
Michael Lee: "Nope, you were wrong. Dead wrong. Her name is Jane Sawyer. But you were close-uh."
Jesse James: "Damnit! Yeah, like you said... I was close. That's all that matters. And atleast I'm returning it. Because really, what would others have done if they stumbled across it, huh? Huh? If a couple of teenagers found it then they probably would have smashed it on the road and shit. But me, Michael; oh no. I'm more mature, I'm a better person. Instead I return things that people have lost. I am a good citizen. I'm not the infantile type."
Michael Lee: "Agreed-uh."
[ Jesse changes the lane of the van, going up a ramp that branches off to Dayton, Ohio; the location of this woman who lost the record player. ]
Michael Lee: "So how'd you find this? Were you going for a walk or something-uh?"
Jesse James: "Well... do you really want to know?"
Michael Lee: "I want to know-uh."
Jesse James: "All right. I walked out of the FWA arena and beside the dumpster was this perfect record player, just sitting there. Not a scratch was on it, not even a flaw was visible. It had a nice wooden case on it and it looked to be absolutely perfect. Mint condition, even. So I thought that somebody must have lost it, so I took it inside. After awhile I noticed that somebody's name was on it, so I was positively sure that somebody lost it. Now because of that, I'm returning it. I can bring it to the person instead the person coming to it. Why? Because they probably don't know where it is, but I know where they are and shit."
Michael Lee: "Sounds sort of creepy, but I'm with you. I know exactly how you feel-uh."
Jesse James: "I wonder what this woman looks like and shit. Don't you?"
Michael Lee: "Well, now I'm wondering. Maybe she's one of those bikini models that you see in Sears magazines that are from Germany. Or she could be one of those rich but rare princesses from France or somewhere like that. I don't know, but she's probably rich. These record players don't come cheap anymore; so she probably has a good job and a good home that allows her to have enough money to buy one of these. Jane Sawyer sounds like a common name for a twenty year old lady-uh."
[ As Jesse continues down the highway, both sit and wonder about what this woman would look like. They imagine anything and everything, too. Five minutes of silence passes and Jesse looks at the gas meter, noticing that they are going on low. A gas station is up ahead, so he slows the van down and pulls in. Bringing the side where the gas tank is at to the pump, he brings the van to an immediate halt at last. Turning it off, he steps out to pump gas as Michael goes inside for something. ]
Michael Lee: "So a woman lost that, huh? What's her name? Is it on the back of it-uh?"
Jesse James: "Yeah, her name and shit is on the back. I think it's Marie Lee or something like that. You can check it yourself, it's on the back seat."
[ Taking off his seatbelt, Michael climbs to the back as Jesse is driving down the highway at over 100 kilometers an hour. Michael reaches for the record player and turns it around, reading the name. He nods his head, setting it down. He climbs back to the passenger seat and buckles back up, sitting patiently. After a few moments of silence, Jesse looks at him. ]
Jesse James: "So was I right or what?"
Michael Lee: "Nope, you were wrong. Dead wrong. Her name is Jane Sawyer. But you were close-uh."
Jesse James: "Damnit! Yeah, like you said... I was close. That's all that matters. And atleast I'm returning it. Because really, what would others have done if they stumbled across it, huh? Huh? If a couple of teenagers found it then they probably would have smashed it on the road and shit. But me, Michael; oh no. I'm more mature, I'm a better person. Instead I return things that people have lost. I am a good citizen. I'm not the infantile type."
Michael Lee: "Agreed-uh."
[ Jesse changes the lane of the van, going up a ramp that branches off to Dayton, Ohio; the location of this woman who lost the record player. ]
Michael Lee: "So how'd you find this? Were you going for a walk or something-uh?"
Jesse James: "Well... do you really want to know?"
Michael Lee: "I want to know-uh."
Jesse James: "All right. I walked out of the FWA arena and beside the dumpster was this perfect record player, just sitting there. Not a scratch was on it, not even a flaw was visible. It had a nice wooden case on it and it looked to be absolutely perfect. Mint condition, even. So I thought that somebody must have lost it, so I took it inside. After awhile I noticed that somebody's name was on it, so I was positively sure that somebody lost it. Now because of that, I'm returning it. I can bring it to the person instead the person coming to it. Why? Because they probably don't know where it is, but I know where they are and shit."
Michael Lee: "Sounds sort of creepy, but I'm with you. I know exactly how you feel-uh."
Jesse James: "I wonder what this woman looks like and shit. Don't you?"
Michael Lee: "Well, now I'm wondering. Maybe she's one of those bikini models that you see in Sears magazines that are from Germany. Or she could be one of those rich but rare princesses from France or somewhere like that. I don't know, but she's probably rich. These record players don't come cheap anymore; so she probably has a good job and a good home that allows her to have enough money to buy one of these. Jane Sawyer sounds like a common name for a twenty year old lady-uh."
[ As Jesse continues down the highway, both sit and wonder about what this woman would look like. They imagine anything and everything, too. Five minutes of silence passes and Jesse looks at the gas meter, noticing that they are going on low. A gas station is up ahead, so he slows the van down and pulls in. Bringing the side where the gas tank is at to the pump, he brings the van to an immediate halt at last. Turning it off, he steps out to pump gas as Michael goes inside for something. ]