When Time Ran Out... (1980) (part 7 of 8)

Out front, the group assembles. Sam, Mona, the whores, the kids and the native pile into the Suburban. Brian tells Hank he’s ready, and Hank asks who else is coming. A couple people look like they’re trying to go, but the Random Idiots take control of the crowd. Random Idiot #3 and his girlfriend tell Hank he’s crazy, and not to tell them what to do. We’ll let Bob tell us what to do, if you don’t mind! Random Idiot #4 asks, “What makes you such an expert?” Duh! He’s an oil guy! They know everything!

The Valdezes escape the throng. They tell Hank they believe him and are coming with him. Shelby and Kay also appear. A quick, nonsensical stare-tag game breaks out, which Hank loses by looking away instead of at another character. Findly and Conti also break free from the crowd. They load Conti into the back of Brian’s pickup, thoughtfully slamming his blistered back against the front of the bed. Hank tries in vain once again to get more people to come. No one else will, so finally they start off.

From her room, Nikki watches the group leave. Bob walks in and she asks him where they’re all headed. “To get killed,” Bob says. Nikki mentions Shelby’s unusual goodbye, saying she’d never seen him act like that before, you know, hammy and all. She says it was like he was looking at her for the last time. Bob tells her they’re in no danger. You think Bob’s in denial?

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Amanda Wells

If I was a bad movie, I'd find it much easier to write about myself than I do at present. My main interests outside of really bad movies is playing music. I've played guitar for 15 years, performed before far more people than I'm really comfortable with and am currently having fun listening to my 5 year old son bang away on his new starter drum set. Yes, drummers are so hard to find, I had to resort to making my own. When not playing music, I also like to work in my yard and many gardens, try new recipes (never would have thought that would happen), research my genealogy (I get to be related to the beheaded king and queen of France!) and read history books primarily about natural disasters and personal tales. And when I'm not doing any of that, then I'm spending time with my great family. The first movie I remember going to the theater to see was The Black Stallion which we were late to the beginning of and as we were waiting for it to begin again and rewatch it (is that even legal?) we got dragged away by my dad and sister who insisted we come watch Airplane! with them in the other theater. Oh, and I cried so hard at the end of Oh, Heavenly Dog! that my sister had to call my mom to come pick me up. As a kid, I never had a Big Wheel. I still want one.

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