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Drink.
Bobbi, please don't do this.
Don't do what Anna? I'm just going home.
Back to him?
Are you serious?
Don't go back there.
And go back where?
To the East?
Well yeah,
maybe I can get Dad to rent an apartment short term.
Fat chance. He can rot in hell!
For Christ sake,
if it wasn't for Dad your ass would have stayed in jail.
It was shoplifting Anna.
I would have been out in less time
than it took my arm to heal.
He disciplined you, Bobbi, that's all.
He could have been a lot worse on you.
Worse? How?
I can't believe you're actually defending him.
No one's perfect, Bob.
But hey, if you hate him so much,
why are you fucking the younger version of him?
You haven't noticed everything he does,
how he dresses, how he talks...
He's literally just like Dad.
Well then, I'll be just like Mom and make it work.
Make it work?
Look what you're like when you're with him.
You don't even have a voice.
I'm not having this conversation right now.
I have to get gas or I'm not making it anywhere.
I'm going to call you later.
Trouble in paradise?
Huh?
Sounded like you were fighting.
Husband trouble?
No, no, that was just my sister.
She can be overbearing sometimes.
I can relate.
I have a brother,
fight all the time.
Some days you swear we were mortal enemies.
Yeah, they're the worst.
Hmm.
Tire's worn out.
Say what?
Looks like it could pop.
I'll add it to the list.
List?
Yeah, the list of shit to stress about.
Would you like a soda, Miss?
Oh, no, thank you.
Suit yourself.
Caffeine and sugar,
ultimate stress reducer.
I don't think that's how it works.
No, no, no. I'm good. Thank you, though.
Well don't say this town never offered you anything.
Some town you got here, Officer.
It's Sheriff,
not Officer.
Oh, sorry.
Well, I'll take your word for it,
Sheriff.
Will you now?
I will.
Okay then, time for me to get back to work.
You have yourself a nice day.
Goodbye, weirdo.
Hey, this is Bobbi's phone,
I'm either off finding myself,
or I just don't wanna talk to you.
Leave a message.
What's up?
Hey Bob, listen,
I didn't mean to get on your case.
Yeah, well, you know how I feel about Dad
I'm talking about Rhett, he's garbage Bob.
Anna, can you stop?
No, he's not.
He took you from your friends, he hit you!
Things just got out of hand, okay.
I shouldn't have been talking to that guy for so long.
He said it was a fucking accident.
What the fuck don't you get about that?
Bobbi, come on, you know better than that.
Oh, fuck.
What's wrong?
I think it just blew past the speed trap.
Here he comes. Fuuuuuuck.
Did he get you?
He's getting me.
Alright, fucking bullshit, I gotta go.
Okay, Bob, be careful, I love you.
Love you too.
Oh, hey, Officer.
Everything all right?
Sheriff.
Right,
Sheriff? Duh.
License and registration, please.
How are you?
Remember me?
From the gas station earlier.
You know why I pulled you over?
To add a little more to the list?
Speeding and destruction of police property.
I clocked you at over 100 per hour.
And whatever you threw out of the window broke my light bar.
There must be some confusion.
I didn't throw anything out of my window.
Like, at all.
Are you calling me a liar?
What? No Officer, I mean Sheriff, I'm...
I'm just saying that I think you're mistaken.
I think your light was already broken.
Wait here.
Wow, really giving that badge of yours a work out today,
aren't you, Officer?
- Roberta? - Let me call you back.
I'm citing your for reckless speeding
in excess of 100 miles an hour
and destruction of police property.
Call the number on the back to make payment,
Or you can show up to court in a week's time to plead your case.
A thousand dollars!
I don't have this kind of money.
Well, as stated, if you can't afford it
you can show up and plead your case in court, in one week.
I can't come back here in one week for court,
my boyfriend will never allow it.
Please, can you just let me off with a warning?
I'm a nursing student and I have a budget.
Just I can't afford this at all.
Tell you what I can do.
Whatever you threw it broke my light.
And that's my ass for that,
comes straight out of my paycheck,
and I can't afford that, so.
You pay me for the light, we'll call it even.
How much is that?
Let's say, uh, three hundred dollars.
Three?
Three hundred dollars?
That's all the money I have.
Well I'm sure you won't skip court then.
Wait.
I'll pay you the $300, I just don't have any cash.
There's an ATM back at the gas station.
Well, you sure are popular.
Hope you ain't using that thing when you're driving.
It is illegal here in New Mexico.
I'm not. I promise, Sheriff.
So back to the gas station?
Mm hmm. I'll meet you there.
I'm going to do as both a favor.
Give me your phone.
Give you my phone?
-Why? -Two things.
You wouldn't want to make things worse
by running from an obligation.
And two, you don't want another ticket
for cell phone use while driving.
Isn't it against the law to take my phone?
Are you telling me the law in my own county?
Hello? Roberta.
She'll call you back.
Now get going.
Hmm, you again.
Restroom's still broken.
That's okay.
Is there an ATM?
Afraid not.
I mean, we do,
but it's been empty for a week or so.
Do you have a cell phone I could borrow?
No, Ma'am, I don't.
Of course.
Beer's a dollar, ninety-nine.
Sorry, it's just been a morning for me.
Card's declined.
Not possible.
I have money in my account. Can you try again?
No can do, after it's declined, system won't accept it again.
Is this a joint account?
Looks like your day's really going down the shitter, huh?
Yeah. Yeah, you're telling me.
I got pulled over and,
I think this cop is extorting me, if he's even a real cop.
Oh, so it seems
you met the honorable Sheriff Bilstein.
Mm. So he is a real cop.
Elected to uphold the law.
Doesn't mean he follows it, though.
So he's done this before.
Far as I can tell.
Last girl I seen needing the ATM
said she needed it to pay the Sheriff.
Great.
Just great.
It's on the house.
So, he's just another bent up fuck,
trying to take advantage of people?
Mm-hmm.
Hasn't anyone reported him?
To who?
He's the only badge from here to the border.
A real pillar of the community.
So, what am I supposed to do?
Beats me.
Border's only an hour and change away.
Thanks for the beer.
Mister...?
Blake.
Blake.
Thank you.
I'm Bobbi.
What the fuck?
It's not even signed.
Damn conman.
Fuck it. It's just a phone.
Roberta? Hello?
Hello?
Who the fuck is this?
What the fuck!
Who's there?
Bobbi are you fucking with me?
Fuck.
Oh, don't brake check me.
Come on asshole, move!
Fuck you!
Fuck.
Shit.
Dammit.
Miss Torres.
We meet again.
Oh, hey, Sheriff.
I was actually looking for--
Turn off your engine, please.
I can't, actually.
It's got a really bad starter,
so if I turn it off, then it's really hard to start up again.
Turn it off.
Now.
Your tail light's out.
-Say what? -Your light's out.
Busted.
See?
Oh, you know what?
That must have happened earlier
when I was leaving the gas station.
Speaking of that,
where were you going?
Didn't I ask you to wait for me at the gas station?
Well, I mean, yeah, that's what I'm trying to tell you,
Officer, I...
The ATM was empty, so I was just--
Place your hands on top of the vehicle.
For what?
I said place your hands on top of the vehicle.
Now.
You can't do this, I didn't do anything wrong.
Step away.
Anything here gonna stick or stab me?
Talked to your man Rhett, is it?
Stupidest name I ever heard.
I know what you're thinking.
Invasion of privacy and all that.
But he just kept calling and I was compelled to answer.
I have to say, I don't think he trusts you.
At all.
Sounded a bit.
What's the word these days?
Toxic.
So, here's the deal.
I'm obliged to let you on your way,
but you need to get me what's owed.
Lucky for you, there's a diner ten miles that way.
They have an ATM.
Even offer change on your bill.
I'd try the pie if you're hungry.
It's great pie.
Now obviously you cannot be trusted,
what with your absconding and all.
So, I'm just going to hold on to this and your phone for now.
You try running and I'll put an APB out for you at the border.
You won't get very far without a license.
You understand?
Yeah.
Yes, I understand.
Good.
What the fuck?
Come on!
Come on! Come on.
Come on!
Holy... Holy shit. Fuck.
Great choices as usual Bob.
All you had to do was go home,
and none of this shit would have happened.
Fucking asshole.
Amy, clear seven.
I gotta hit the head, give me a coffee to go.
It's going to be a minute.
Don't worry, this ain't gonna be a fly by.
Take your time.
Use the freshener Chuck.
Whatever.
C'mon dinghus.
Answer.
Rhett. You have to help me.
Roberta?
What the fuck kind of game are you playing here?
This isn't a game.
I called your phone and some guy answered.
You move fast.
Would you just shut the fuck up and listen to me, please.
Rhett, Rhett you have to help me.
A cop, he's been hunting me.
I'm scared cariรฑo.
You've been flirting with a cop,
and now he wants you Roberta.
When are you gonna learn?
Babe, what?
You fucking walk out on me.
Then come back with this bullshit cop story.
For what? Sympathy.
Sympathy? You think that's what...
Rhett, this isn't about you.
I'm in trouble and you're acting like this?
You're the one that left.
I wouldn't have left if you hadn't
punched me in the fucking face.
You bring it on yourself Roberta.
Enjoy your mouth breather.
Where's my change?
- It's on the table. - No it ain't.
[boss I put it on the table.
Do you see it on the table?
Maybe it fell under the table.
Just give me my change.
Chuck, I don't have your change.
Neat trick.
Ma'am.
You okay?
Yeah.
Yeah. Yep, I'm good.
You sure?
No offense, but you look like death eatin' an onion.
Oh, shit.
Oh, my God.
Oh. Hmm.
Um, yeah, my...
my tire blew out down the road, so I had to hike here.
What can I get you?
Just water, please.
My boss won't want you sitting here if you ain't ordering.
Listen, I've had the day from hell.
My phone's stolen, my car's broken down in a ditch.
I call my boyfriend for help, and instead of doing that--
Amy, a word.
I think he dumped me.
Sure, I get it.
No problem.
How about some pie?
Just coffee, please.
Amy, now.
-Be right back. -Thank you.
Did you take Chuck's change?
Like hell--
Oh, shit. Sorry.
It's okay.
Hey, what the fuck is going on out there?
What the hell?
What kind of sick game is this?
Look at you smug bastard. Fuck you.
911, what's your emergency?
Help! Blake's gas station on I-10 West is being robbed.
Guy's got a gun.
One moment please.
Hello, you still there?
We have a unit heading to the scene now.
Abscond that officer.
Baby.
Thought I'd never see you again.
What the fuck.
Fuck it.
God damn it.
Why would he?
Of course, he's not done extorting me.
Wait here.
Look, if you put it on the table, then someone took it.
And I'll bet it was that bum girl.
Chuck, that's stupid.
She's been outside the whole time.
Well that only leaves you then.
So where's my money, girl?
What?
Chuck, we'll reimburse you.
From Amy's tips.
What? I didn't take his fucking money.
What the hell?
I hate this place.
Yeah, well, you're fired.
-Fired? -Sorry.
You just can't be handled right.
Sorry about that.
Come on.
Come back to the office, get you squared away.
Hello?
Oh, my God, Anna.
Bobbi, I've been calling you all day.
I'm in trouble.
Oh, no. What's wrong? Did that cop arrest you?
No, no, no. I swear I didn't do anything wrong.
He's been hunting me.
He shot me off the road. He took my phone.
Gotcha!
Who is that? Is that him?
Came across that beater of yours wrecked in a ditch a ways back.
Bobbi?
Hmm.
Glad to see you're safe.
Bobbi?
I took the liberty of getting it towed for you.
Truck driver owed me a favor.
He even changed your tire.
Okay.
You stay safe out there.
Desert's a crazy place.
Some say that the vastness of it all...
Really plays on people's minds.
Bob, what the fuck is going on?
Bobbi!
Yeah, Anna I'm here.
I don't know.
He just returned my car and my phone.
He acted like nothing happened.
As opposed to...
I don't know.
I mean, who does that?
Who crashes your car then brings it back fixed? It's...
It's... it's like he's playing with me.
Are you okay?
Yeah, I think so.
All right, I got to get on the road
and get out of this crazy ass place.
Be safe, yeah?
Love you.
Love you too. Bye.
It's Amy, right?
I saw what happened, and I'm sorry.
I feel kind of bad.
What for?
Not like you took that asshole's money.
Yeah, well, you know, just...
It's just, you know, for, like, the whole thing.
It just sucks, you know?
It's, whatever.
Dumb bitch probably just forgot and to save face, blamed me.
Man.
Fuck this job.
Hated it, anyways.
Well, what are you still doing here?
Don't you have a car?
Nope.
Court took my license.
You know, can't have insult without injury.
Yeah, I know how that goes.
Do you live far?
About 30 minutes.
Need a lift?
Hell, yeah. Let's blow this place.
Okay.
Fuck you, Ruby.
And all who dine in you, I'm out!
No, no, no.
We're out, fuck you Ruby!
Okay, full disclosure.
I took the money that got you fired, but I had no choice.
I needed to call for help.
Shit, I know.
I saw you take it. Sure.
I didn't think I was gonna get fired over it,
but I could tell you needed help.
Well, I'm sorry for dragging you into this mess.
Don't sweat. Probably did me a favor.
Besides, I'd of done the same thing.
What happened?
It seems like more than just car trouble.
Yeah, I had this weirdo cop harassing me.
He took my phone and my license.
What?
Yeah and I could have sworn he shot at me
out on the highway, but then he showed up
at the diner with my car repaired.
And he retuned my keys and my phone.
No.
No, what?
That's Sheriff Bilstein.
So you know him?
Not really.
But ugh, he gives me the heebie jeebies like no other.
I seen him around the diner creeping on young women.
A girl comes in not too long ago.
Said her car broke down.
Huh? Well, God damn it.
You think she'd be thrilled you know.
Sheriff shows up, car in tow, but...
She looked downright terrified.
So what's his deal?
Well,
you know, as they say, if you want to see a man's true colors,
give him a badge and a little bit of power.
What the fuck! No, no, no, no, no, no.
Amy, Amy. Amy, Amy.
Amy, Amy, Amy, Amy.
Amy, I'm so sorry.
Amy, Amy, Amy!
No!
No!
No!
Come on!
Come on. Come on. Come on!
No, hurry up!
Hurry!
Come on, no!
Come on. Come on. Come on.
Ah! Ah!
I'm so sorry.
Sorry.
I didn't mean it , I didn't mean to, I didn't, I swear to God.
I didn't mean to, I didn't mean to, I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
Ah, no!
No! No!
Anna, Anna, Anna, please, please!
Don't let me... He's trying to kill me!
He's trying to kill me, Anna!
I'm gonna die. Anna, I'm gonna die.
Picking up hitchhikers
is illegal Miss Torres.
Why, why are you doing this?
Why are you doing this?
What? Don't you love playing games?
Stop! Stop.
I could...
But I won't.
Stop!
Fuck you!
Fuck you!
Uh-oh.
Don't lose control.
Women drivers. Can't drive for shit!
Please!
Oh my God.
Oh my God.
What?
Why?
Why?
Please, please stop.
Stop, please.
Please.
Help. Help, help, help, he's trying to kill me.
He's trying to kill me.
What do you want?
He's trying to kill me.
-Holy shit, is that blood? -He's trying to kill me.
Please, please, please.
Please.
What happened?
Being chased. Chased, down there, down there!
Sheriff's department. Drop the gun.
Woah, woah, woah. Sheriff, what's going on?
Thought you said someone was trying to kill you?
That's the guy.
Sir. Sir, drop your weapon and step away, alright.
Miss Torres here is wanted for murder.
-Murder? -No, no, no, no.
She has been kidnapping and killing people
all across my state.
Been at it for a while, best we could tell.
She said you've been trying to kill her.
She suffers from delusions.
We've been on her tail since this afternoon,
when she robbed a gas station back east.
Her latest victim is in that car over there.
No.
-No. -You killed that girl?
No, no, he's lying.
He's lying.
Bet you didn't see that coming
when you had breakfast this morning.
You're a heavy son of a bitch.
No! No, no.
Oh my God.
Oh my God.
Fuck.
Shit.
Fuck.
Oh no.
Oh, I'm so sorry.
Dang Miss. What did you do that for?
Please, please, please, please you have to help me.
-Please. -Whoa.
Please, please.
What happened to you?
It's the Sheriff. The Sheriff is trying...
He's trying to kill me.
He killed my friend.
He kills a guy on the highway. Please.
The Sheriff?
Yes, yes, you have to believe me.
-Okay. Okay. Okay. Okay. -He's crazy!
Okay. Oh, I believe you.
-Follow me. -Thank you.
We'll call my boss.
-Okay. -Yeah.
He'll know what to do.
-Okay. -Okay.
Mmm.
Fresh cocoa's just the best smell. Here you go.
Oh, my God. I'm so sorry.
Um, I thought you were trying to kill me.
Oh, it's okay, I've had worse.
Yeah.
I'm always getting hurt around here,
Boss likes to keep me on my toes.
Can I use this?
I've had some medical training.
Are you a doctor?
No, but I was going to be a nurse.
Come here.
Well, it looks worse than what it is.
I'm just going to clean it up.
-I'll cover it. -Okay.
So I can prevent any infections from happening. Okay?
Okay.
You okay?
I thought you said you were a doctor.
-Whoa that hurts. -If I don't wrap it,
it's going to get infected.
You don't want that, right?
Easy.
You know you're a hero, right?
My hero.
I thought I was going to die.
No come on. I didn't really do nothing.
And modest too.
You got the whole package Ed.
Oh, what, what is that?
What's... what's modest?
It's my boss. Ah.
Wait here.
Oh Ed, is there a bathroom?
I'm kind of a mess.
I need to wash up a little bit.
Oh, yeah. Just through that door.
Oh, okay.
This doesn't look like a bathroom.
Ugh.
Junkyard treasures.
Ow, shit.
-What you think? -Oh!
I know.
Really?
Trophies.
It's evidence, after all.
But who's gonna catch me?
Cops?
Yang Mei.
147 yards.
Julia Santana, 214.
Katie Johnson,
82 yards.
How far will you go?
Solid hit little brother.
Oh, you're awake.
Please, please let me go.
Nope. No, I don't think she'll get very far.
I don't know.
I've seen her run. There's movement in that bitch's legs.
Spindly.
That's right, spindly. Where'd you learn that one?
Word calendar.
It's making me smart.
You're trying to get smart?
Listen, brother, you don't need smarts,
when you got all this muscle, huh?
You leave the thinking to me and lifting to you, alright?
Yeah.
Hey, hey, hey. Shhhhhhh.
I'll kill you!
No. No!
No!
No! No!
That's enough!
Chair!
I'm sorry, Miss Torres.
Ed's got himself a little self control problem.
You remember what I told you?
You listen to my command at all times,
if you want this to work out.
Don't ever,
make me repeat myself in front of a woman ever again.
You hear me?
Yes.
Good boy.
I assure you,
this undermining of my authority
does not happen on a regular basis.
Why are you doing this?
You see him like that?
He's like that because a woman couldn't take hold of herself.
After he was born, not a day went by,
he wasn't called a retard.
That woman's foul mouth
messed up my little brother.
He was a good boy.
But you bitches are all the same.
Your arguing and lying,
spreading that venom wherever you go.
No.
No. Please no.
No.
This here's Lilly.
I made her outta my Mama.
Please.
She loved flapping her fucking jaw.
So I took it from her.
Now you are done spreading your wickedness
with that sharp little tongue of yours.
And I'm going to make sure you learn
your place in this world.
I'll have no more of your spells on me.
You think you're so goddamn precious.
I'll show you what you're worth.
Exactly, nothing.
All the wars and discords started by women and men
who were too weak to resist temptation.
When all they needed to do
was look into the bosom of their own blood
and not be tempted by a woman ever again.
That's not just your little brother.
You made me do it Mama.
That foul mouth of yours, got poor me to--
See, I can control myself.
Because I'm a rational human being,
just like God intended me to be.
But you, just don't know when to stop, do you?
You can't.
So I just gotta help you all.
One by one.
Fuck you!
As you've noticed, you're in a bad spot.
But it's okay.
You can still make it out and back to your life.
Half a mile out that door is the highway.
Make it to the black top and you're free.
We catch ya...
Just another number on the wall, huh?
I won't play your stupid games.
Just kill me now you fuck.
Suit yourself.
Ahh, fuck you!
No, God please.
Look, look, look! She pissed herself.
It's not very ladylike, is it?
You know what your problem is? You have a real wicked mouth.
And that tongue is like a bona fide personal devil.
Now, I'm willing to bet,
it's the source of all your troubles.
Clean and dress that wound,
it's not going to be fun if she bleeds out.
Okey dokey.
Open up.
Okay, yeah.
Shh.
That guy was stupid huh?
Yeah. Yeah, that guy was stupid, huh?
You ready?
No.
Let's give her 5 minutes.
I gotta take a piss.
I'll be damned.
800 yards, nearly made it.
Drink.
You earned it.
Last chance Miss Torres.
Oh, God damn it!
What d'you do that for?
Fucking bitch.
This is not how it fucking works.
Oh, fuck.
Fuck.
Looking for these?
Come on.
Are you okay?
Hey, this is Bobbi's phone,
I'm either off finding myself,
or I just don't wanna talk to you.
Leave a message.
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