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Drink.

No!

No!

BLOOD STAR - MERCILESS HUNT

CALL FROM SISTER

Bobbi, please don't do this.

What do you think, Anna? I'm just going home.

Back to him? Are you serious?

Please, don't do that!

Where should I go?

Back to the East?

Well, maybe Dad can rent you an apartment at short notice.

Hardly... He should go to hell.

My goodness, if it weren't for Dad, you'd still be rotting in jail.

It was shoplifting, Anna.

I would have been out faster than my arm could heal.

He taught you discipline, Bobbi, nothing more.

He really could have been worse to you.

Worse? In what way?

I can't believe you're defending him.

Nobody's perfect, Bob. But hey, if you hate him so much,

then why are you fucking the younger version of him?

Haven't you noticed this yet?

Everything he does, how he dresses, how he talks...

Basically, he's just like Dad.

GAS STATION NEXT REST STOP IN 220 MILES.

Well, then I'll be just like Mom and make the best of it.

Are you making the best of it?

When you two are together, you have no say at all.

I don't feel like talking about it.

I have to fill up now, otherwise I'll break down!

I'll call you later.

Trouble in paradise?

Sounded like an argument.

- Trouble with your husband? - No.

No, that was just my sister.

Sometimes it's quite overwhelming.

I can understand.

I have a brother.

We're always arguing.

Sometimes you might think we were sworn enemies.

Yes, that's really bad.

The tires are worn out.

Please what?

They could break at any time.

I'll put it on my list.

List?

Yes, the list of shit that stresses me out.

Would you like a soda, miss?

Oh, no, thank you very much.

As they want.

Caffeine and sugar.

Reduces stress.

I don't think that's true.

No, no, everything's fine.

But thank you.

Don't say the city didn't offer you anything.

Great city you have here, officer.

I am sheriff.

No officer.

I'm sorry.

I'll take you at your word, Sheriff.

Actually?

Yes.

Okay, then I'll get back to work.

Have a nice day.

Goodbye, you idiot.

Hey, this is Bobbi.

Either I need to find myself or I just don't want to talk to you.

Leave me a message.

CALL FROM SISTER

- What's up? - Hey, Bob.

Listen. I didn't mean to get on your nerves.

Yes, but you know how I feel about Dad.

I'm talking about Rhett. He's a bastard, Bob.

Anna, can you stop? He's not.

He doesn't let you see your friends and he beat you.

Things got out of hand, okay?

I shouldn't have talked to that guy for so long.

He said it was an accident. What don't you understand?

Bobbi, come on, don't kid yourself.

Oh shit!

What's going on?

They must have flashed me.

Here they come. Shit...

Is he following you?

He's got me right away. Okay, what bullshit.

- I'm hanging up. - Okay, Bob.

- Take care. I love you. - I love you too.

Oh, hi, Officer.

- Is everything okay? - Sheriff.

True.

Sheriff.

Driver’s license and vehicle documents, please.

How are you?

Do you remember me?

From the gas station earlier.

Do you know why I stopped you?

So I could get more for the list?

Speeding and destruction of police property.

They drove more than 100,

and whatever you threw out the window,

damaged my blue light.

This must be a misunderstanding. I didn't throw anything out the window.

Really, nothing at all.

Are you calling me a liar?

What? No, Office...

I mean, Sheriff.

I'm just saying, I think you're wrong.

I think the blue light was already damaged.

Wait here.

Wow, you're taking it seriously today, aren't you, Officer?

CALL FROM RHETT

- Roberta? - I'll call you back.

You pay a fine for speeding

and the destruction of police property.

The number on the back is for payment,

or you appear in court within one week and file an objection.

1.000 Dollar?

But I don't have that much money!

If you don't have the money,

You can also appear in court next week.

I can't come back next week.

My boyfriend doesn't allow that.

Please, can't you just warn me?

I am a nursing student and need to save money.

I can never muster that.

I can do the following.

They threw something at my blue light.

I have to pay for it, out of my salary, and I can't afford it. So...

You pay for the blue light, we forget the rest.

How much is that?

I guess...

300 Dollar.

Three...?

300 Dollar?

That's all I have.

Then you should appear in court.

Moment!

I pay the $300, but I don't have any cash.

There is an ATM at the gas station.

They seem to be really popular.

But talking while driving is illegal in New Mexico.

I won't. Honestly, Sheriff.

So back to the gas station?

See you there.

I'm doing us both a favor.

Give me the phone.

You want my phone? Why?

You don’t want to make things worse by avoiding your duty,

or another fine for using your phone while driving.

Isn't it against the law to take my cell phone away?

Do you want to tell me something about the law here?

Hello? Roberta?

She calls back.

Go ahead.

You again.

The toilet is still broken.

That's okay. Is there an ATM here?

I'm afraid not.

Actually, yes, but it's been empty for a week or so.

Can you lend me your cell phone for a moment?

No, ma'am, I can't.

That was obvious.

A beer costs 1.99.

Sorry, I had a shitty morning.

The card doesn't work.

Not possible, I have money in my account.

Can you try again?

Unfortunately, it doesn't work.

Because the system does not accept the card again.

Is this a joint account?

Apparently your whole day is going to shit, huh?

Yes.

Yes, who are you telling?

I was stopped and I think this cop is blackmailing me,

if he's even a cop.

That must have been the honorable Sheriff Bilstein.

So he's a real cop.

Elected to uphold the law.

But that doesn't mean he pays attention to it.

So he's done something like this before?

As far as I know...

Recently, a girl also needed money from the ATM for the sheriff.

Toll...

Really great.

That's on the house.

So he's just a fucked-up jerk who takes advantage of people?

Has no one reported him yet?

To whom?

He is the only cop until the border.

A true pillar of society.

And what do you think I should do?

No clue.

The border is just over an hour away.

Thanks for the beer.

Mister...?

Blake.

Blake.

Thanks.

I'm Bobbi.

What the hell...?

Shit...

He didn't even sign.

Damn imposter.

Fuck it. It's just a phone.

Roberta? Hello?

Hello?

Who the hell is this?

What the hell is this?

Who's calling? Bobbi, are you kidding me?

Shit...

Oh, stop braking!

Come on, asshole, move!

Fuck you.

Shit...

Shit...

Damn it.

Ms. Torres...

So we'll see each other again.

Oh, hi, Sheriff, I actually worked for the...

Please turn off the engine.

That's not possible, really, it's hard to start.

If I turn it off, it's difficult to start it again.

Turn off.

Immediately.

- The taillight is broken. - Excuse me, what?

The taillight is broken, it doesn't work. See?

Oh, you know what, that must have happened earlier,

when I came back from the gas station, because...

That reminds me, where were you going?

You were supposed to wait for me at the gas station.

Yes, well, that's what I wanted to tell you, Officer, I...

The machine was empty, so I wanted to...

Put your hands on the cart.

Why?

You should put your hands on the roof of your car. Immediately!

You can't do that. I didn't do anything wrong.

To the side.

Do you have any weapons in here?

I talked to Rhett. That's his name, right?

The stupidest name I've ever heard.

I know what you're thinking.

Invasion of privacy and so on.

But he didn't stop calling, and I felt compelled to answer.

I have to say, I don't think he trusts you.

Not at all.

Sounded a bit...

What do you call that today...?

Toxic.

So, here's the deal.

I'll let you go, but only if you pay your debts.

If you drive ten miles, you will find a diner.

With an ATM. They'll also change your bills.

I would try the cake if you are hungry.

Great cake.

Obviously I can't trust you, you see?

That's why I'm keeping your driver's license and the phone.

If you leave, I'll have a warrant issued for your arrest.

And without a driver's license, you won't get very far.

Do you understand?

Yes.

Yes, I understand.

Gut.

What the fuck?

Come on!

Come on, come on!

Come on!

Holy shit...

Shit...

I'M SORRY FOR DRIVING SO CLOSE TO YOU

You did a great job again, Bobbi.

All you had to do was go home and none of that shit would have happened.

Fucking asshole.

Amy.

Clear table seven.

I have to go to the bathroom.

Make me a coffee to go.

I need a minute!

Don't worry, it'll take me a while.

Take your time.

- Use the air freshener, Chuck. - Sure.

Come on, you idiot, answer the phone.

- Rhett! Please, help me. - Roberta?

What kind of fucking game are you playing here?

This isn't a game.

Some guy was on your phone.

You're doing it fast.

Shut up and listen to me. Please!

Rhett... Rhett, you have to help me.

This cop, he's following me.

Honey, I'm scared.

You flirted with him and now he wants you, Roberta.

When will you finally learn it?

- Babe, what? - You just leave me

and tell me this crazy cop story?

What do you want? Pity?

Compassion? You think I...

Rhett, this isn't about you. I'm scared, and you're acting like this?

You're the one who ran away!

If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have punched me in the fucking face!

It's your own fault, Roberta! Have fun with the idiot!

- Where's my change? - It's on the table.

No, it's not there.

I put it on the table.

Do you see it lying there?

Maybe it fell down.

Give me the fucking money.

Chuck, I don't have the money.

Cooler Trick.

Ma'am, alles okay?

Yes, yes, everything is fine.

Certainly?

No offense, but you look like death on stilts.

Oh, shit...! Oh, my God.

Yes, my tire burst earlier, so I had to walk here.

- What can I get you? - Just a water, please.

My boss doesn't want you here if you don't order anything.

Listen, my day was hell.

My phone was stolen, my car is somewhere in a ditch.

My friend was supposed to help me, but instead...

Amy, just a word!

- I think he dumped me. - Sure. I understand.

No problem.

- Maybe a cake? - Just coffee, please.

Amy, immediately!

- I'll be right back. - Thanks.

Did you take Chuck's change?

Why should I?

Oh shit...

- I'm sorry. - It's okay.

OCCUPIED

Hey, what's going on out there?

What the hell...?

What kind of sick game is this?

You're such a sick wanker. Fuck you!

9-1-1, what's your emergency number?

Help!

Blake's gas station on I-10 West is robbed.

- He has a gun. - Wait a minute.

Hello, are you still there?

A patrol is now heading to the crime scene.

I'm off then, "Officer."

Baby, I thought I'd never see you again.

What the hell...?

Shit. Damn it.

Why did he...?

Of course, he is not finished with the blackmail yet.

Wait here.

If you put it on the table, someone took it.

Probably that hippie chick.

Chuck, what nonsense.

She's been out the whole time.

Then only you're left.

- So, where's my money, little one? - What?

Chuck, we'll refund you.

- From Amy's tip. - What?

I don't have his fucking money! What the hell...?

- I hate it here! - Yeah, and you're fired!

- Fired? - I'm sorry.

You're just impossible to deal with.

I'm sorry. Come. To my office.

I'll fix this.

- Hello? - Oh, my God, Anna.

Bobbi, I've been calling you all day.

I'm having problems.

Oh, no. What's wrong?

- Did the cop arrest you? - No, no.

I swear, I didn't do anything wrong.

He chased me and shot me off the street.

- He has my phone. - Caught.

Who's there? Is that him?

I found your junk somewhere near a ditch.

Bobbi?

Good thing you're safe.

Bobbi?

I took the liberty of having it towed.

The driver owed me a favor.

He even changed the tire.

Okay.

Take care of yourself.

The desert is a crazy place.

It is said that the immeasurable vastness

can really influence the mind.

Bob, what the hell is going on?

Bobbi!

Yes, Anna, I'm here.

I don't know.

He just gave me back my car and my phone.

He acted like nothing had happened.

And what should he have done?

I don't know.

I mean, who does something like that?

Who will wreck your car and return it repaired?

It's like he's playing with me.

Are you okay?

Yes, I think so.

Okay, I have to get out of here and get out of this crazy place.

Be careful, okay?

- Love you. - I love you too. See you later.

You're Amy, right?

I saw what happened and I'm sorry.

I feel kind of bad.

For what?

You didn't steal from that asshole.

Yes.

Well, it's... Well, the whole thing.

It sucks, right?

It's... whatever.

The idiot forgot and then blamed me.

Oh, man...

Screw the job. I hated it anyway.

And why are you still here?

Don't you have a car?

No.

Had to hand in my driver's license.

Well, it makes the situation worse.

I know about that.

Do you live far away?

About 30 minutes from here.

Should I drive you?

Shit, yeah, let's get out of here.

Fuck you, Ruby, and everyone who eats at your place, I'm out!

No, no, no! We're out. Fuck you, Ruby!

So, do you have a place to stay, or...?

Yes, I have a couch in the next town that I can sleep on.

No family?

Somewhere.

I don't know. What about you?

What about me?

Yes, it does exist, but it's not really my cocktail of choice.

Yes. I understand.

Especially if there's a shot of heroin involved.

- Heroin? - Yes.

Was in my dad's jacket when I was little.

I was looking for something sweet or

something and stuck the needle in my finger.

I think there was still some left in the syringe.

There's nothing more to say. I was immediately addicted.

- And how old were you? - Ten.

Ten?

Dad was addicted, and then I was too.

At least we finally had something in common.

My goodness.

And your mom?

Believing Christian.

She still thinks I'm a virgin.

But didn't you say your dad is a junkie?

Yes. This kind of Christian. You know, the changing mix

of willful ignorance and ritual brutality.

That bitch was evil.

She hit me when I peed myself.

Dad did everything he could to make her stop. He even got a beating from her.

But he tried.

The thing is, I didn't know he was taking that shit until he was gone.

Oh, boy, did I get hit.

She blamed me because of course it wasn't her fault.

She broke my ribs, so I left too.

Shit.

You didn't make a mistake. It was similar for me, too.

Except the heroin. And it was my dad, not my mom.

Why can parents be like that?

Who does that with their children?

Don't they know we carry all this shit with us?

- Exactly. - Stupid assholes.

Not true?

No one dumber than me tells me how to live.

I'll get another job.

I'll graduate and then give everyone the middle finger

if I run away. But I'll tell you one thing.

I'd rather go to jail than go home to that bitch.

I understand you, I would have preferred to go to jail too.

- And then? - He wouldn't let me.

He paid the bail...

...put everything right and I should thank my sister for that.

Did he hit you?

Yes.

Me and my mom.

But it became less as I got a little older.

After Anna, my sister,

stopped working for him and went to college, things got really bad.

Then it got cruel, you know?

Yes. Did he hit your sister too?

No. No, never. Not his little princess.

He never touched her.

He got drunk, became angry

She talked to him, and voilà, problem solved.

I understand.

Understand what?

Well, just because he never touched her,

doesn't mean that he, well, never touched her.

So stupid.

So stupid.

So stupid. So stupid.

Hey, hey, hey, don't get upset, calm down.

She protected me the whole time.

Everything okay?

Yes, yes. Everything's fine, everything's fine.

It's just,

I suddenly miss my sister.

What about you?

Do you have siblings?

No. There's only me.

My mere existence was enough to make my mom jealous.

That bitch hasn't liked me since I was born.

Maybe I ruined her youth.

My mom was nice.

Too nice, even.

She...

...did everything not to provoke him.

But no matter how hard she tried, she was never safe.

I don't mean to be mean, but it's really stupid,

staying with a man who beats you.

Yes.

I'm sorry, but if any man were to do something like that to me,

I would send him to his mom with his nuts as earrings.

I mean, you have one thing, and that's your self-respect.

Without them, you're just a doormat with tits.

No!

No, sweetie, you need real melons if you want to impress the guys.

Where are you going?

That's a good question.

Back home to my husband.

No, I don't know anymore either.

Do you know why old people always listen to the same music?

No.

They grew up with it and it is part of them.

No matter how terrible it sounds, they feel safe.

What are you getting at?

You go to him because he is the closest thing you have to home.

It's the lame song that everyone hates except you.

I mean, do you love him?

- Do I love him? - Yes.

Rhett can go to hell.

Wait. Just a minute. Repeat that again.

His name is Rhett?

With a name like that, his mom didn't love him!

I know. She didn't either.

She didn't love him.

Okay, the whole truth:

I took the money you were fired for.

But I had no choice. I had to make an emergency call.

Shit, I know. I saw you.

Sure, I didn't know that was why he fired me,

but I saw you need help.

I'm sorry I got you into this.

No big deal. You probably did me a favor.

Besides, I would have done the same thing.

What's wrong? It seems like you're having more than just a car breakdown.

Yes, this weird cop is harassing me.

He took my phone and my driver's license.

Was?

Yes, I could have sworn he shot me.

On the highway.

Then he came to the diner with the repaired car.

And he gave me the key and my phone.

No...

- No, what? - That was Sheriff Bilstein.

So, you know him?

Not really, but he gives me goosebumps like no other.

I saw him hitting on young women at the diner.

A girl arrived a short while ago. Her car had broken down.

Well, damn it...

She could have been happy if the sheriff took care of the car, but...

She was terribly afraid.

- What's his problem? - You know,

If you want to see his true face, give him a badge and some power.

What the hell...? No, no, no! No!

Amy, Amy... Amy! Amy!

Amy! Amy, Amy, Amy...

No!

Amy, I'm so sorry.

Amy... Amy... Amy!

No, my God! No!

No!

Come on!

Come on! Come on!

Go on! Go on!

Fast!

Go! No...!

Come on!

Come on!

Come on!

I'm so sorry! So sorry!

I didn't mean to do this! I swear to God!

I didn't want this! I didn't want this!

I'm sorry!

I am so sorry!

Asshole!

No no!

Anna! Anna! Anna, please, please! He wants to kill me!

He wants to kill me, Anna! I'm going to die!

Anna, I'm going to die!

Picking up hitchhikers is illegal, Ms. Torres.

Why do you do this? Why do you do this?

Why? Don't you like games?

Stop it! Stop it!

I could do that.

But I won't.

Stop it!

Fuck you!

Fuck you...

Don't lose control!

Women simply can't drive!

Oh my God...

Oh my God...

Why...? Why...?

Why...?

Please please...

Stop! Please...

Please...

Help! Help! Help! He wants to kill me!

- He wants to kill me! - What's going on?

He wants to kill me!

Holy shit, is that blood?

Please please!

Please!

What happened?

I was being followed! He's down there!

Down there!

Please please...

Sheriff's Department! Put down your gun!

- No! - Sheriff, what's going on here?

I thought someone wanted to kill you?

That's the guy!

Sir! Sir!

Put the gun down and move aside! Okay?

Ms. Torres is wanted for murder.

- For murder? - No! No! No!

She kidnapped and killed people in my state.

I've been on her heels for a while.

She says you wanted to kill her.

Because she suffers from delusions.

We follow her all day.

East of here she robbed a gas station.

Your last victim is lying in that car.

No!

No!

You killed her?

No! No, he's lying! He's lying!

I bet you didn't see this coming at breakfast.

You're a tough bastard.

Oh no!

No!

No!

No!

Oh my God.

Shit!

Mist!

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Come on.

Oh no.

I'm so sorry!

My God, Miss, why did you do that?

Please! Please! You have to help me!

- Please... Please... - What happened?

It's the sheriff.

He's trying to... He wants to kill me.

He killed my girlfriend! And a guy on the highway!

The sheriff?

Please! Yes, you have to believe me!

- Okay, okay, okay, okay! - He's crazy!

Okay. Yes, I believe you.

- Follow me. We'll call my boss. - Thanks.

- Okay. - Yes, he knows what to do.

- Okay. - Okay.

Fresh cocoa smells so delicious.

Here please.

Oh, my God. I'm so sorry.

I thought you were going to kill me.

Okay, there are worse things.

Yes. I'm constantly hurting myself somewhere here.

My boss won't let me rest.

Can I use it?

I received medical training.

Are you a doctor?

No, I wanted to be a nurse.

Come here.

It looks worse than it really is.

I will clean the wound.

- And connect. - Okay.

So that nothing else can ignite, okay?

Okay.

Everything okay?

Didn't you say you were a doctor?

- Ow, that hurts! - If I don't bandage it,

it will catch fire, and you don't want that. Do you?

You're a real hero. You know that?

My hero.

I thought I was going to die.

No, stop. I didn't do anything.

And you are humble.

You have a lot to offer.

What does that mean? What is "modest"?

Here comes my boss. Hey, wait here.

Oh, Ed, where is the washroom?

I look terrible and want to freshen up a bit.

Oh, yes, there, behind the door.

Okay.

This isn't a washroom.

Junkyard treasures.

What do you think of it?

I know. Honestly...?

Trophies.

Actually evidence, but who's going to catch me?

Cops?

Yang Mei.

147 Yards.

Julia Santana, 214.

Katie Johnson, 82 Yards.

And how far do you run?

Good shot, little brother.

You're awake.

Please, please let me go.

No.

No, I don't think she'll get far.

I don't know.

I saw her run, the bitch can move her legs.

Spindly.

Yes, skinny as a rake. Where did you pick that up?

From the calendar. That's what makes me smart!

You want to get smart?

Brother, with so many muscles you don't need a brain, do you?

Let me do the thinking, you do the rest, okay?

Yes.

Hey, Hey.

No!

I'll kill you!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

That’s enough now!

Into the chair!

I'm sorry, Ms. Torres.

Ed has a self-control problem.

Do you remember what I said?

You have to always listen to me if this is going to work.

Never let me repeat things in front of a woman.

Never again. Got it?

Yes.

Good boy.

I assure you,

undermining my authority is not a regular occurrence.

Why do you do that?

Do you see him there?

He is like this because a woman was not in control of herself.

After birth there was no day

where he was not described as retarded.

This woman's loose mouth destroyed my little brother.

He was a good boy.

- But you bitches are all the same. - No...

You argue and lie.

- Spray your poison wherever you are. - No!

No...

Please don't!

No!

This is Lilly. I made her from my mom.

Please!

She loved her fucking loose mouth.

So I took it from her.

Nor will you spread any further malice.

I will make sure that you learn to submit.

You won't be able to curse me anymore.

No...

You think you're so goddamn precious.

I'll show you what you're worth.

Exactly. Nothing at all.

All the wars that were started by women

and men who were too weak to resist them.

They would have chosen their own bloodline

and should never allow themselves to be seduced by a woman again.

It's not just your little brother.

You made me do it, Mom.

It's your damn mouth's fault.

I can't control myself.

Because I am a rational human being, as God required me to be.

But you...

...don't know when enough is enough, do you?

It's not working.

So I'll show you.

One after the other.

Fuck you!

Things aren't going so well for you right now.

But it's okay.

You can get back on your feet and live your life.

The highway is half a mile from here.

If you make it there, you are free.

If we get you...

Just another number on the wall, huh?

I won't play your stupid games.

Just kill me, you jerk.

Whatever you want.

Fuck you!

No, no, please!

Look, look! She peed herself!

Not very ladylike, is it?

Do you know what your problem is?

You have a nasty mouth.

Your tongue is a real, wicked devil.

I bet she's the root of all your problems.

Clean and bandage the wound. It's no fun when it bleeds out.

Okidoki.

Open it nicely.

Okay.

Gut.

That guy is stupid, isn't he?

Yeah, that guy is stupid, isn't he?

Yes.

- Are you ready? - No.

Let's give her 5 minutes.

I'm going to pee.

I can't believe it.

800 yards, she's almost there.

Drink. You deserve it.

Last chance, Ms. Torres.

Holy shit!

Why did you do that?

Shitty bitch!

That wasn't the damn plan.

Shit...!

Shit...

Are you looking for that?

Come on!

Are you okay?

Do you have...?

CALL FROM RHETT

Hey, this is Bobbi.

Either I need to find myself or I just don't want to talk to you.

Leave me a message.