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Like in those movies that start
out as a simple misunderstanding,

then it snowballs until the situation
gets completely out of control.

And then the main character has to
explain everything that happened,

but the person they're
explaining it to

is never really gonna understand
because they weren't there.

I always thought it would be
great if they could just hand them

a copy of the movie
and say, "Watch this.

"It'll explain everything."

What?

Like in Don't Tell Mom
the Babysitter's Dead,

when the mom comes home
at the end of the movie,

and everything's
out of control,

Christina Applegate
could just give her mom

a tape of Don't Tell Mom
the Babysitter's Dead.

The character in the movie
has a copy of the movie?

Yeah.

Like the actual VHS you can buy at the
store with the cover and everything?

Yeah!

That's fucking retarded.

But then the mom
could watch it,

see everything that happened

and how it all
started out so innocent.

Give that bitch
a Blu-ray maybe.

I mean, wouldn't that
be fucking cool?

Jesus Christ!

Look at that tasty bitch.

It was an ordinary day for
Matthew and Jesse

until a hot piece of ass
turned their world upside down.

Hello, there.

Hey!

Hey.

Can I ask you guys a favor?
My phone died.

Do you have one I could borrow?

Of course. Jesse,
give her your phone.

- Thank you so much. I'll only be a minute.
- Sure.

Hello.

Hey! Is... Um, um...

I was looking for Mel.

Okay.

- Is he...
- There's a girl on the phone for you.

I told her you were busy
eating my pussy out.

Don't fuck around.
This is a business line.

Sampson.

Hey, Mel, it's, uh, Dorothy.

About three years ago, we...

I remember.

Long time, no talk, huh?

Um...

Is this a bad time?

No.

I know it's been
a while, but...

Are you okay?

Uh, that's a good question.

I don't know exactly.

Where are you?

I'm on Radio Hill across
from Dodger Stadium.

- Right.
- Do you know where that is?

I do.
Yeah, I'm close.

I'll be there soon.

Thanks.

Uh, just lock up
on your way out.

I thought we were
getting Chinese Food?

What the fuck?

It's Mel, huh?

That's right.

You want my number, Mel?

Yeah, write it down.

Thank you.

Thank you so much.

I really appreciate it.

Yeah, no problem.

I'm Matthew by the way.

Hey, Dorothy.

Dorothy, pleasure to meet you.

This is Jesse.

Hey.

Hey.

So what brings you all the
way up here on this fine morning?

Um, I don't know. Just trying
to clear my head, I guess.

All right.

What about you guys?

Oh well, uh...
We're selling drugs.

Really?

Yeah, what's your poison?

Weed? Mushrooms? Acid?

We've got whatever
you need to clear your head.

Oh, my God.

Come on.

It's on the house.

I don't really do
that kind of thing.

Ah. Good girl, huh?

Hardly.
I did ecstasy once.

Ooh-la-la.

Oh, it's not sexual.

Hmm.

Yeah.

Do you guys have any of that?

- I could stand to feel good right about now.
- Of course.

Jesse, give the fine lady
some ecstasy.

My lady.

Thanks.

This is so stupid.

All right!

We gotta meet
in the butterfly garden.

Ah, so we gotta go see
a customer in the butterfly garden,

but do you wanna
join us for brunch?

I'm supposed to be
meeting a friend.

We're your friends now.

Come on. Are you still going to
be here in ten minutes?

I hope not.

Now, now.

You stay right here, and we'll come back
and we will whisk you away

for some mimosas,
some French toast,

a little bacon-infused
caramel sauce.

We'll see.

Oh, we will see you at brunch!

That's against park policy.

Oh, my God,

have you been there
this whole time?

You scared the shit out of me.

Just long enough to let this
tree grow up around me.

Now you stopped me
mid-stream.

Well, that's
bad for the kidneys.

You want I should
close my eyes?

No, I think the
moment's passed.

To be honest I didn't know whether
to pipe up or just enjoy the show.

I thought I was
up here all alone.

I didn't realize people
came around nowadays.

We don't get much foot traffic.

Just the lovers,
the dreamers, and me.

I guess I'm the dreamer.

What does that make you?

Oh, I'm a different
sort altogether.

Well, now that
we're acquainted...

Uh, I've been up for 32 hours

and haven't eaten in
almost that long.

Do you got another one
of those Pink Ladies?

I always carry two apples,
just in case I make a friend.

Thanks.

I'm supposed to be
meeting a friend,

but I guess I could
pass the time.

Well it's a proven fact
that every job goes quicker

when you got two people on it,

so with the two of us
working together,

we'll get your time passed
before the whistle blows.

That's a refreshingly sanguine
way of looking at the world.

I'm Dorothy, by the way.

Fontaine. It's a pleasure
to meet you, Dorothy.

What's your first name?

Uh, I guess we'll just stick to
Fontaine if it's all right with you.

Uh-uh.

I'm not calling you Fontaine like
one of your locker room buddies.

My given name ain't much
if you ask me,

which of course nobody ever did
before seeing fit that it stuck to me.

Listen. I've been
hearing about red shoes

and tornadoes
my whole damn life,

so you're not gonna get
any sympathy from me.

Let's have it.

Yeah.

It's Skippy, if you gotta
stick your nose in it.

Skippy Fontaine.

That's bad.

All right.

Let's just keep things
moving forward.

What do you do
for a living, Dorothy?

I'm a dancer.

You mean like ballet,
or do you mean maybe the dirty kind?

I mean maybe the dirty kind.

I knew it.

You got that
twinkle in your eye.

It's kind of you
to notice my eyes.

There's nothing wrong with it.

My mother was a stripper.

My grandmother was a stripper.

I come from
a long line of strippers.

Well, I'm definitely
first generation.

Now, on my dad's side, I come from
a long line of park rangers.

And strippers and rangers get along
real good together, you know why?

They both like to bask
in natural beauty.

You're a hoot.

Well, I'm giving you
my best material,

'cause it sounds like
I got precious few minutes

to make an impression
before your friend gets here.

What time's she due?

He.

Oh, well that tears it.

Nice to meet ya.

Oh come on.

You only want to talk to me
if you think you can get in my pants?

Not at all.

But it does add an exciting
air of mystery to the scene.

Well he's not my boyfriend.

Not that that should matter.

Just a friend, huh?

I don't know...

He's just a guy I met a few years
back and I haven't seen him since.

Well, what's so
special about him?

Nothing special. There's some people
that you don't forget,

even if you've only
seen 'em one time or two.

Now that's poetry.

- Hmm.
- You think I'll be one of those people?

Ask me in three years.

Touche.

That does not deserve a touche.

I'm off my game today.

Oh, you just need
a little time in bed.

Hmm. Sleep, you mean?

I do.

I just have too much
on my mind.

You know what I do when I need
to take my mind off things?

I go see a movie.

And, yes, that is an
invitation by the way.

There's nothing I want to see.

You don't like movies?

I guess I'm more of a reader.

I like old movies.

Well then you live in
just the right town for that.

You've got the New Beverly, the Silent
Movie Theater, the Egyptian, the Aero...

There's an old movie playing every
night of the year in Los Angeles.

And did you know that they even screen old
movies at the Hollywood Cemetery?

Right on the wall
of the mausoleum.

Now that is where
I'd like to be buried,

cuddled up in my grave,
next to Jayne Mansfield

and watching scary
movies together.

You have quite
the death ahead of you.

You know my favorite part
about going to the movies?

The trailers?

The chewies.

The what?

That's one of the four
movie food groups.

You got your popcorn,
you got your soda pop,

you got your chocolate,
and you got your chewy.

And that's my favorite.

You gotta have one item
from each food group

for a balanced meal,
and I always save

my chewy for last.

Mmm-hmm.

And you'd better watch out
if I don't get my chewy.

Yeah.

You mean like
Twizzlers and things?

Mmm-hmm.

That stuff is disgusting.

Well, what about
circus peanuts?

You can't tell me you don't at least
like circus peanuts.

Am I boring you, Miss Dorothy?

I'm sorry. I'm just a,
a bit distracted today.

Well, I got real good ears.

Just some trouble with work.

Did you go up on stage forgetting
you had on your granny panties?

No, nothing that serious.

Hmm.

I just think I saw
something I shouldn't have.

I've been in trouble for seeing things
I shouldn't have.

Of course I was standin'
on top of the trash cans

peering into Sue Ellen Adcock's bedroom
window at the time.

Hmm, you're good.

Well, I was only
trying to change my name.

See I'd much rather be
called Tom than Skippy...

even if I am one of
the peeping kind.

Tommy, this is station.

You on Radio Hill? Over.

Station to Tommy,
gonna need that 20. Over.

You still near Radio Hill?

We're gonna need you
to go over to the butterfly garden.

Got some suspicious
activity there. Over.

Station to Tom?

Station to Ranger, pick up
on that butterfly garden. Over.

Sue Ellen Adcock
was a shapely lady.

Well, anyway...

Well, you certainly are
cheering me up.

Well, I'm doing my best
to turn that frown upside down,

but your mind is
not on my folksy yarns.

Don't you hate it when
you've got something good going,

and then someone comes along

and mixes in something
just fucking lousy?

You mean
like when they go and mix

cranberries into your
chicken salad sandwich?

Certainly one example.

Or like when you're having a good
belly laugh watching reruns of Friends,

and they throw in some
tearjerker with Ross and Rachel,

and they remix the theme song
to sound all sad and slow and sappy?

Exactly what I was thinking.

You're on a roll.

Or like when they take
an honorable profession like stripping

and mix it all up with
gangsters and crooked businessmen?

Are you a mind reader,
Fontaine?

I told you it's
the family business.

You thought I was lying,
but I know how these things work.

Are those boys at
the club threatening you?

Do I need to do
something about it?

I think that's out of
your jurisdiction.

Are you taking applications?

Maybe I should quit
dancing and become a park ranger.

You'd have to wear
this snazzy uniform.

You sure you can
keep it on all day?

Yep, what about you?

I don't even like nature, but with all
the shit waiting for me down there,

I think that I could
probably stay up here forever.

I'd be happy to write you
a letter of recommendation.

I'm serious. I'll do it.

You sure now?

'Cause once I get
my marching orders,

there ain't no calling me off.

Hmm.

Life's little
possibilities, eh?

Do you mind if I tell you
that you are about the most

beautiful girl on
God's green earth?

No, not at all.

My mom used to say the exact same thing
to me and it feels nice to hear it again.

Did your mom pass on?

No, no, no,
she's alive and well.

She just stopped saying
that kind of thing to me

around the time that I
outgrew my training bra.

The ones that love us the most
sometimes forget how to say it.

Yeah, it was probably
just the booze talking.

Or not talking...

My dad struggled on
and off with the potion too.

I never touch it myself.

Me neither.

But I have been known on
occasion to let it touch me.

Womp-womp-womp...

All right, now you got
the pep back in your step.

We've said a lot,
you've seen a lot.

Yeah.

I should probably go look
for my friend though.

It was nice meeting you.

Well, the pleasure was
all mine, Miss Dorothy.

And I do hope your troubles
disappear on you.

Yeah well, like everyone's
damn grandmother says,

"It will all work out for
the best in the end."

Well that certainly is one way of looking
at things, but it's not the only way.

So I ask to use his bathroom and I see he's
got a case of Wet Ones on top of the toilet.

So?

So, what is he
a baby or something?

Let me ask you something.

If someone smeared shit
on your forearm,

and you used a dry paper
towel to wipe it up,

would you consider
your arm to be clean?

I don't know.

So I take it this means
you don't use Wet Ones.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

What happened?

Hey?

Chick!

Go see if she's okay.

She's not breathing.

Oh, Jesus Christ,
you fucking killed her.

What?

They can't blame us
if she O.D.'d.

Whoa, whoa.

You're the one that gave
her the dose, okay, not me.

She only took one.

You mixed up the last batch.

Who knows what the
fuck you put in it.

I let her use my phone.

They can trace that shit.

I told you to get
a fucking burner.

Don't you watch The Wire?

I can't afford HBO!

Jesus, Matthew,
what are we gonna do?

I don't know.

Why are you smiling?

I... I can't help it.

It's a natural reaction
to this kind of thing.

It can happen to anybody.

Holy shit.

Holy shit, you
fucking killed her!

Oh God.

Come on, let's get
the fuck out of here!

Woo-hoo!

Hi boys.

Well look at you.

Whoa!

What are you doing, Janet?

I'm just getting
ready for tonight.

Do you like it?

I think you're
a little overdressed.

Uh, this isn't
a prom sweetheart.

I was just trying to look nice.

I don't think this is the
right thing for the occasion.

Veronica, what are you
wearing tonight, darling?

Slacks.

See that sweetheart?

I, I think you'll look
silly wearing this.

Why don't you go in there
and put on some slacks.

I just thought you
would like it.

I don't want everybody
looking at us.

Well, you used to.

That's why you married me,
you always said.

I don't think this is the
right occasion for this.

Janet, why don't you be
a sweetheart, darling,

and bring me another one
of these gimlets?

Okay.

Nothing for me, darling.

There's a way to look nice and then
there's a way to look appropriate, Janet.

You can't blame her
for trying, but Jesus.

As long as she keeps
making these pastelillos,

hell, she can wear a feather
in her cap for all I care.

I can't think of the last time
I had a home cooked meal,

much less a few of these
"whore's devours."

I made Pot Buds last night.

Oh, that's right you did.

And I added the gorgonzola
and the prosciutto

and all that other stuff that
makes those damn things edible.

Kraft Dinner and Potato Buds.

Now those are her two favorites
and her two best dishes.

As long as it comes
in a cardboard box...

These are the sacrifices
we make Roger.

Maybe if she got out
of bed one day before noon

I might be feasting on
Cream of Wheat, who knows?

Would you light me one
of your cigarettes?

Those ain't my cigarettes.

Those are yours.

I smoke Smokies.

The originals.

Not these Lil Lil shits.

She won't buy them herself because
she don't want to admit she's a smoker,

so she makes me buy
these little things.

Hell it's like trying to

drink a milkshake out
of one of those little red coffee straws.

I miss my Marlboros.

Suck on that, honey.

We certainly ended up with
a couple of fine women, didn't we Roger?

They're a couple of good girls,
but "ended up" might be a bit premature.

Do you have any tampons?

No, I got my tubes tied.

Why would you do that?

Because Gordy said he didn't
want to have kids.

No, but the next one might.

On human behavior

Are you getting that, Janet?

Would you mind
answering the door?

I have to use the toilet.

I don't know why,
and I don't know how

But she's nobody's...?

There's somebody
at the goddamn door.

Are you fucking kidding me?

"Open the fucking door."

Hello there.

I got into a little car
accident down the street

and I was wondering if
I could use your phone.

Come on in.

Aw, thank you so much.

Can I offer you another drink?

That would be lovely.

I'm Sampson by the way.

The bar's over there.

Everyone's drinking
gimlets today.

Oh.

Can I offer you one as well?

No. I don't drink.

Do you want a cigarette?

Oh, I don't smoke.

Do you want a...
Do you want a painkiller?

Not just right now.

Isn't it a shame when two people
can't agree on a vice?

They're not vices,
they're habits.

Oh.

I think habits are
something different.

Like I've got this thing

where every time I get in my
car I flip down the visor to...

That's a routine.

Oh.

Do you, uh... Do you
want some pot?

I think we have a winner.

Hey.

Wow. You have
a lovely home, Mrs. Lyons.

I haven't left this
home in 13 days.

Oh, there's no place like home.

There sure isn't.

Hell, I'd be happy if he just took
me to the damn grocery store.

I'd be thrilled if he
just came home one night,

brought us home a pizza,

rented Iron Man 3 and said,

"Hey baby, howzabout you
and me make a night of it?"

He sounds like a louse.
Why don't you leave him?

You ever been married?

Not that I can recall.

I said, "Till death
do us part."

And apparently there
aren't any vows requiring

dinner and a movie,
so I guess, you know,

technically he's held up
his end of the bargain.

I've got no real reason
not to live up to mine.

That's a bunch of shit.

Maybe.

Maybe.

Where the hell am I gonna go?

I'm too old for
the dating scene now.

You've been too old
since you turned 22.

You're one of those people

that lives their
entire life in the past,

in the future and never gives
a thought to the present.

I know because

I'm one of those people too.

Is that so?

Come run away with me.

I'll take you somewhere new.

You are one of those
hopeless romantics.

That's what you are.

Oh...

I bet you fall in love
with a new girl every day.

No.

Well, there is a girl in the bathroom
over there taking a shit

who will make you
forget all about me.

And I don't make
enough money for you.

That's the real problem.

What do you do?

I own a small business.

Mostly freelance work.

Oh, very specific.

Now you sound like my husband.

He owns a strip club.

I was in love with
a stripper once.

I bet you still are.

I bet she has
a heart of gold too.

You're very pretty, Janet.

Yeah, the boys still
whistle sometimes.

I looked it up.

You still get your period
when you get your tubes tied.

I found your tampons
under the bathroom sink.

I haven't forgotten about you.

Do you still need to
make that phone call?

Yes, ma'am.

Come on. Let's go.

This is Mr. Sampson.

He got himself into a little
car accident down the road

and needs to use the telephone.

Have a seat, Mr. Sampson.

Can I get you boys anything?

I would love another of those
delicious gimlets if you wouldn't mind.

I wouldn't mind.

It's a ritual, by the way.
Not a routine.

The visor thing
I was talking about.

I just thought of it.

Hand him the phone,
will you, Roger.

Sorry about that.

Lieutenant Guercio please.

Jim. Mel Sampson.
I need some law.

I'm at the home of Gordy Lyons.

Address is 73 West...

Ha! I thought you
might know already.

Hurry on over. I've got a murder sign
you can hang on him.

How soon can you be here?

Send some uniforms
over first then.

His dog is growling and
I left my heater in the car.

I'll see you soon.

Don't bother Roger.

So you're the eye.

I'm the eye.

You're very cute,
Mr. Sampson.

Am I supposed to know what that
phone call was in, uh, relation to?

I don't expect you to.

I imagine there's
dozens of reasons

the homicide boys would
be interested in you.

Aw, hell, he didn't
call nobody.

He dialed the number
and never pushed talk.

You were on a little fishing
expedition weren't you,

but you didn't catch nothing.

Did you really crash your car?

Sadly, yes.

What do you drive?

1980 Trans Am.

Still, it hurts.

It sure does.

Check it out, would you, Rog?

Goddamnit. Ro... Ronnie!

Go on over there and see
if there's a car down there.

There's a car down there.

Is it wrecked?

Yeah, it's smoking.

What did I tell ya?

Well, what the hell does any of
this prove anyway?

Mm, thank you,
Mrs. Lyons.

I'll be inside if you, uh,
guys need anything else.

No, stick around, Janet,

and hear what your husband
really does for a living.

I already know what he does.

Then let's set it to music.

Three days ago,
I stepped in some gum,

and it started me
asking questions.

So I punched some
people in their fat faces.

I threatened various kneecaps
with blunt objects.

On several times
I brandished my revolver.

I spent the pathetic amount of mattress
money I had on bribes and payoffs.

I did these things because
I wanted information.

And I got my information.

And I was certain this
would all lead me to a body.

But the only body I found was
the one I started out with.

A girl named Dorothy Mahler.

And much to my surprise,

you didn't have Dorothy
killed to cover up

another murder or because
she had gone Federal.

You had her killed for the stupidest
fucking reason I've ever heard of.

You had her killed because
she found some Polaroids

of you getting a blow job from
a woman that wasn't your wife.

What is this shit?

Well, that's you.
That's your...

And that's...

Not Janet.

I found some photos like
that once, remember Rog?

Got some diamonds
out of the deal.

They're in a drawer somewhere.

Oh, knock it off, Ronnie.

You boys and your Polaroids.

That's a fascinating
tale, Mr. Sampson,

with some mildly
convincing fabrications.

I'm very curious.

How did you expect to
arrest me without a gun?

Oh I... I didn't come
here to arrest you.

I came here to kill you.

And just how do
you plan on doing that?

I'm going to
strangle you, Gordy.

With my bare hands.

That's a slow
way to kill a man.

I think Roger here might have
something to say about that

before you're finished.

Well to be honest, I didn't
quite plan on Roger being here.

Oh!

Hey Roger, why don't you
go fetch your boss's camera?

I want to remember
the look in his eyes

when I choke
the life out of him.

Oh, hell, Gordy. All this talk makes me
want to paint a landscape.

I always thought you
were a fucking faggot.

I could have lived with that.

Goddamnit, Janet. Point that
some other direction.

All right, Janet, Janet, Janet,

please, Janet, you're
doing my job for me.

Roger, take that fucking
thing away from her.

No, you get up there and
slap it out of her hand.

The most... Worst that would
happen is you get a flesh wound.

I gave up my youth for you.

- Sing it, Janet!
- Roland Emmerich was gonna put me in a movie.

Goddamnit, Roger.
Do something!

I ain't putting my
hands on no woman.

No, sure, you'll just
send your son Skippy to do it for you.

- You better watch your step, boy.
- You know what, sweetheart?

Shoot Roger too
while you're at it.

You said...

You said you were gonna
whisk me away like the Prince of Monaco.

That's a fine son
you've got, Roger.

You teach him to play baseball

and ride a bike and
maybe snap a neck?

I made a mistake, Janet.

It happened years ago.

When I was your age, boy,

I was snapping three necks a week
for a buck twenty-five an hour.

Let me guess, Gordy.

It was one of the girls
down at the club?

One of those, quote,

"Meaningless inventory items

"that couldn't possibly
interest you at all"?

What the fuck did you think he
was doing down at that club?

Jesus.

Put your pants on
and suck it up.

Sit down!

That's not a goddamn
hair dryer, Janet.

Sit the fuck down!

You ask me for a tampon? You're gonna need
a fucking tampon for your fucking chest!

Janet, listen to me.

Those fucking girls
slipped me something.

They... Viagra or...
Or ecstasy or something.

I was bonkers.

I was out of my mind,
sweetheart.

That ain't the same story you told me
about that Mahler girl.

Whoo-hoo. What
a mangled web we leave.

It was just a dumb
girl's mouth.

A place to put it.
It didn't mean anything!

You said she knew things about
some certain business activities.

I have a mouth, Gordy.

I have a heart and a soul

and a mouth and a youth
and it was all yours.

You said she wasn't
gonna stay told.

Janet, you don't know
what it's like to be a man my age.

Things don't work
like they once did.

It... It was
a rare occurrence.

I felt the need to
grasp the opportunity.

You weren't around.
I am sorry.

You said she was going
to bring us all down.

You weren't around, Janet.

It was a practical decision.

Just like having
Dorothy killed.

Sure, all she did was
open the wrong drawer,

but it's much safer
to have her killed.

You didn't say you
wanted her killed

because she saw some photos of
you getting your pecker polished!

That's enough, Roger!

Best to be practical.

Roger's son will take
care of everything.

Snap a neck and
it's all over with.

Should I be flattered, Gordy?

You'd kill an innocent girl

just to spare
my fragile feelings?

Do I mean that much to you?

I panicked. I just didn't
know what else to do.

I... I... Look,

I have never cheated on you,

and I will never
cheat on you again.

And if he does he'll just kill
some more innocent people

so you don't find out.

And why just kill the girl
who saw the photos?

I mean, why not kill the girl
who did the actual blowjob?

I mean, Jesus Christ, Gordy.

It don't make no fucking sense!

Now that is an excellent
point, Roger,

and I'm glad you brought it up.

I've had men killed before.
I won't lie about that.

You shut the fuck up.

It's become routine.

I forgot about
the consequences.

It just seemed like
an easy fix, baby.

Is it easy, Gordy?

I wouldn't know.

Goddamnit, Janet, I am sorry!

Whoa, all right now.

- Oh!
- Okay, I think that takes care of everybody.

Oh, Jesus.

Don't!

I need to change my life.

Oh, man! Get down!
Oh, get down! Hey!

Jilly Bean, move your ass.

There's nobody fucking here.

Coming to the stage next,
spicy and sweet, Cinnamon.

Cinnamon, get your
ass up there.

Hey there cowboy,

would you like to end
the evening with a lap dance?

Not tonight, thanks.

Ah...

Let me tell you what's going to happen in
the next few minutes.

Fifteen other girls are going to come up
asking you the exact same thing.

It's just about closing time and all the
girls want to squeeze in one more dance.

Now if you buy a dance
from Sheila over there,

she'll talk your ear off
about her kids,

child support payments,
her deadbeat ex-husband,

and just about every other unsexy
thing you can possibly think of.

And that one, Rachel,

yeah well, she's got herpes.

And yes, I know you're not going
to get herpes just from one lap dance,

but now that I mentioned it,
you're not gonna be able to

look at her without
thinking about it.

Sorry.

And Cecilia, well...

Actually she's probably
upstairs blowing the boss right now.

And that frumpy little
thing in the corner, eh...

She'll shake her ass about
as sexily as a concrete mixer,

all the while thinking
about getting home

to read Dostoevsky and
play Sudoku with her cats.

What I'm trying to say is,

if you're waiting for
a better offer to come around,

it's not going to happen.

So why don't we spend
a few minutes together

before we each go home and
cross another day off our calendars.

Not tonight, thanks.

I suppose you'd like to sit here
in the back and watch for free

where you don't have to tip.

Would it make you feel better

if I told you I was
near-sighted?

I can see your contacts.

All right, you got me.

- Let's go.
- Oh, no that's not for a lap dance.

That's for your speech, and for

letting me get back
to my Old Grand-Dad.

Fucking asshole.

Pour me a drink.

All right, ladies and gentlemen,
that was Cinnamon.

Let her know. Let her know.

Hey cowboy,

would you like to end
the evening with a lap dance?

God, your eyes are beautiful.

Thanks.

I'm sorry, I've just
never seen them before.

So how about that lap dance?

I'm Mel.

Dorothy.

You don't look frumpy.

Oh, slow down with
the compliments.

I'm supposed to be
the one sweet-talking you.

Your associate over
there called you frumpy.

Oh.

Well that's Jill and
she doesn't like me very much.

I think I just joined the club.

You don't like me
very much either?

She doesn't like me.

Ah.

Are you one of those guys

that likes to strike up
a conversation around closing,

and then wants to continue
it at a coffee shop,

or maybe my apartment or your
apartment or a hotel room?

Does that happen a lot?

I don't let it happen a lot.

But you do let it happen?

No comment.

I'm sorry.

It's none of my business.

Yeah, I guess not.

The answer is no.

- I'm not one of those guys.
- Good.

So how about that lap dance?

Come have a drink with me.

I thought you just said
you weren't one of those guys.

You said those guys
ask you for coffee.

I'm asking you out for a drink.

I don't drink.

Good girl.

Yeah, "Good girl."

Don't tell me
you're one of those

Travis Bickle types
that wants to save me?

No, no. You're
a big girl now,

and I'm not any type.

I'm just trying to be friendly.

People don't come to these kind
of places to make friends.

Oh, I've made life-long
friends in all sorts of strange places.

That's a lie.

I don't think you have
any life-long friends,

otherwise you wouldn't be here.

You're right.

I've let relationships lapse.

I'm sorry.

I... I don't know what's
gotten into me.

I just... I guess all of a sudden I felt
like I could read you,

- but it's not my place.
- It's okay.

I can handle candor.

- Is that what that was?
- It might have been bitchiness.

Okay.

Well, let's split it down
the middle and call it "sass."

Deal.

What do you do
for a living, Mel?

I'm a private investigator.

Oh, a shamus.

Are you working on a case?

Uh, it's my night off.

So you wanted
to spend the night

looking at some naked girls.

I was next door, actually,

listening to my
friend Sally Jaye

sing some songs sung blue.

Only I wasn't
hearing the songs.

I was...

I was hearing Marley's chains
rattling all around me,

and I decided I needed
something new in my life.

Does that ever happen to you?

Sure.

That's how I ended up here wearing
nothing but my First Communion necklace.

Last call for lap dancing.

Where the hell did
you get those eyes?

The usual way I guess.

Sampson, aye?

Yeah, yeah, like
Samson and Delilah.

Your hair's not that long.

Well I'm not that strong.

Maybe.

But you do have a thing
for Philistine women.

Your gun's showing.

I've got a permit for it.

It's not that. It's just not the first
one I've seen tonight.

Yeah?

Yup.

See that guy over there?

Well I asked him if
he wanted a lap dance.

He offered to buy
me a drink too.

And then when I said no,

he showed me the gun sticking
out of his waistband.

Suggested that
I perform fellatio on it.

Why's he still here?

Who am I gonna tell? He's probably
a friend of the boss.

We get all sorts
of seedy types.

Stay here.

Excuse me, ma'am.

Where is it?

What?

Where's the piece?

What?

My mistake.

You know this guy?

Don't worry about it, sweetie.

All right everybody,

this is the last dance,
the last song, and last call.

Hey cowboy.

Not tonight.

Is still calling
on you to make it rain,

so get those singles
out for Cinnamon,

Pony, Rainbow, Dollhouse,
and Dancer Legs.

You have to leave him.

Let 'em know!

He's completely taking advantage
of you and if you don't...

The fuck are you doing in here?

I must be lost.

Sure.

You must have missed
that left turn back in Albuquerque.

Hey Freddie, will you
show this gentleman

how to get the fuck out
of my dressing room?

You embarrass me, sweetheart.

A man doesn't like
to ask for directions.

I can find my way out, Fred.

I saw you found that
better offer as well.

Don't be so hard
on yourself, kid.

Your face is
an acquired taste, but

I'm getting used to it.

We are closing down.

They'll be here tomorrow too.

Finish it and get the fuck out.

Whoo, yeah! Strap me
to the mast, Sally!

Hiya, Mel.

Hey.

Wanna come up
and join us on one?

I think you could use me
more down here.

This is our last song.

You guys have been great.

Hey,
another Grand-Dad?

Yeah, bonded.

All right.

I can't find the moon

In the middle of nowhere

I can't find the moon

In the middle of nowhere

Kind of makes you wonder

What darkness can disguise

When I can't find the moon

In the middle of the night

I can't find the moon

In the middle of nowhere

When I get there

I don't know how I'll get back

Is it better

To want it than to lose it

Once you have it?

There's a motel room
in Amarillo

Waiting for me

There's a motel room
in Amarillo

Waiting for me

It's the only destination

I have in mind

And I can't see nothing
but a train going by

So is that your idea
of what bad guys do?

Ask you to pleasure their gun?

I was thinking on my feet.

It was a dirty trick.

No.
It was a test.

I wanted to see if you were the kind
of guy who would stand up for me.

You passed.

This was a test too,
and you failed.

You shouldn't go out for drinks
with strange men.

I could be dangerous.

I've always had
a natural trust for strangers.

I guess my mom
forgot to give me the speech.

Well, you just got it.

Do you still wanna
buy me that drink?

You don't drink.

Nah, it's a special occasion.

All right, in a minute.

Uh, this is the last song.

How's your dance card looking?

Empty.

Oh, God.

Okay.

Whoa!
Okay.

What are you giggling about?

I'm on drugs.

What are you on?

Ecstasy.

Some of the girls were passing
them around in the dressing room

and I've never
done drugs before, so...

Why start now?

That's a silly question.

Because it's "now"
every time you do anything,

so if everybody always
asked that question

then nobody would
ever do anything.

It would always be too late.

All right.

Mmm.

Are you okay?

I don't feel good.

How many did you take?

I took two.

I didn't... I didn't feel
anything after the first one

so I just took another.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Shake and shake
the ketchup bottle.

None will come,
and then a lot will.

You're okay.

Okay.

Um, I can't move.

Can I just stand on your feet
like a little girl

and you can dance for me?

Climb on.

Ooh...

Better?

Mmm.

Okay.

I like this song.

- I kept your business card.
- Mmm.

I'm sorry that
I cried wolf back there.

I swear I'll never
do that to you again.

Ah, you can shout "wolf"
from the rooftops.

You could title
your debut LP Wolf.

- You can name your first-born son "Wolf."
- Hmm.

I'll come running every time.

You're sweet.

Hmm.

Come on.

Mmm.

Quarter to two, guys.

Noise ordinance.

Oh, come on, Chipper.

Them's the rules, Sally.

Jesus.

Come on, one more quiet one.

Come on.

I'm beat.

One more, come on, Sally.

Why don't you play one?

Not tonight.

Oh, please?

Why don't you play that one you were noodling
around with the other night at my place.

- I don't remember.
- You know. The one when you were drunk.

Oh, that helps.

Come on.

Come on.

Jesus, you put me on the spot
a little here, Sally.

Oh, well, here's a piece of it.

Um...

I think this is what
you're thinking of.

Yeah.

Go back to sleep

Soon it will be light

She moans

And slides down further

Gotta move your car by ten

As I lay down with Mary

Again

Yeah.

I close my eyes

And I have a dream

And I see her face

And I wonder when

Will I lay down with Mary

Again

I've got no game

I got no plan

But I do what I can

Yeah.

All right.

Not bad, Mel.

Eh, you know, three chords
and some sap to hold it together.

That's the secret formula.

Hmm.

It was.

My mom's name is Mary.

Yeah? A lot of good women
named Mary out there.

Mmm, a few
of the other kind too.

Hmm.

So what happened to her?

Who?

The girl in the song.

Nothing happened.

I made it all up.

What?

That's what happens
when you've got

no one in your life
to write about.

Hey!

Jilly Bean!

Jesus Christ, Sally.

You know this guy?

Please pardon the
interruption while we change reels.

Due to technical difficulties,

there will be a forty-five second
delay between each reel.

I can't let her
stay in this house.

You won't have
to worry about that.

She's determined
to leave this city,

and she wants to get away
as soon as possible.

I hope she does.

I hope she can.

I thought I smelled dick.

You mean you can
smell with that thing too?

I thought you just used it
for steam-cleaning shirts.

You're the last one that ought to be
bringing noses into this.

Oh, yeah?
What's wrong with my nose?

Nothing. I'm just still
trying to figure out

- if it's igneous, metamorphic, or sedimentary.
- Beats me.

I just remember it's the same type
of rock as your heart.

Well, that's easy then.

Igneous.

It used to be on fire,
but that was a long time ago.

Didn't you used
to have a heart?

It's broken.

Did I do that?

A long time ago.

Looks pretty fresh to me.

I heard you skipped town
with a mute boxer.

Oh. That.

The honeymoon over?

Let's just say we've run out of
things to talk about.

I'm sure you'll land
on your feet.

You're looking
handsome as ever.

I'd say the same about you,

except there's the small matter of
that beard you're working on.

Abe Lincoln didn't free
the slaves with a baby face.

And where did you
get that necklace?

Mug an eight-year-old girl?

Dorothy Mahler gave it to me.

You used to work with her
back at the club.

Oh, I remember.

That's probably
not all she gave you.

I always hated that bitch.

Oh, damn it.

Is this your show?

Yep.

We run two double features every night
and fights on Saturday afternoons.

"Boxing" wouldn't be
quite accurate.

These dumb yokels are cutting into
my screen 2 feature.

You got a funny way
of laying low.

Oh. With this face
I never learned how.

Still, it's not bad.

It's a money pit.

I even have to run
the projectors myself.

Where'd you pick up that trade?

From a projectionist.

Yeah?

What did you teach him?

The Watusi.

Are we doing
the jealousy bit now?

I didn't get the new pages.

Well...

Come on. I mean,

you always said I taught you
everything you know.

You were old enough
to be my teacher.

I don't remember any impartin
wisdom to go with it.

And you were an empty vessel, but
that wasn't wisdom I was filling you with.

Let's knock it off before one of us
eases into a soft shoe.

What are you doing here?

I gotta hang a collar on a guy.

Here?

He's right over there.

What'd this guy do?

He murdered somebody.

Anyone I know?

I don't think so.

You wanna back me up,
for old times' sake?

Ladies and gentleman,
after 22 hard-fought rounds,

the winner,
by technical knockout, is Fred.

- Come on.
- Please give Fred a warm round of applause.

I gotta lace up the next reel.

He fought his heart out.

Fred, please visit the concession
stand to claim your free popcorn.

Stick around, fight fans,
for our feature presentation

of Alan Rudolph's
poignant drama Choose Me,

starring Keith Carradine,
Lesley Ann Warren,

and Genevieve Bu... Bujold.

Bujold.

You still see Sally?

Ah, just the occasional
Skype session.

L.A.'s a bit hot
for me right now.

What'd you pull back there?

A failed
extortion attempt, for one.

I found some pictures
a few weeks back

of the old boss
getting blown by one of the girls.

I had an inkling he wouldn't
want his wife to see them,

so I tried cashing them in.

Didn't go as planned.

What happened to the photos?

Fuck if I know.

They weren't
where I stashed 'em.

Maybe I stuck 'em
in the wrong locker.

All I know is
I got the fuck out of there.

I wasted a year
of my life with you.

What else would you
have been doing?

So much.

Why are you being
so cruel to me?

You're a liability, Jill.

Don't talk to me like that.

You're the one who taught
me how to shoot.

I saw an old film noir
at the Egyptian awhile back.

The tagline on the poster read,

"When a man goes to the devil,
he usually takes a woman with him.

"This man took three."

I need some air.

Uh, the men's toilet
is full of shit.

It's taken care of.

A fella tells me you Asian girls
have sideways cunts.

I'm only half Asian.

Mine runs diagonal.

I oughta wash your mouth out
with some soap.

What the fuck
are you lookin' at?

Her.

That's my wife,
you son of a bitch.

You're a lucky man.

Yeah.
She's a bad girl.

I don't think so.

But if she is,
I made her that way.

Ah!

You must be the white half.

Or else you've got
a chink dick.

You lost me, old man.

Oh please, call me "son."

Who was that
old cop friend of yours?

Used to say you had
the Crimson Touch?

Everything you touch ends up
covered in blood, one way or another.

Fortunately I've just been
touching myself since you left.

I'm in trouble, Mel.

I've had one eye on you.

I won't let anything happen.

I can't watch
these movies anymore.

Every night,

I see Barbara Stanwyck
or Myrna Loy

and I think
how beautiful they were.

Now they're dead,
and it's gonna happen to me.

Not tonight, it's not.

You keeping up
with your target practice?

I don't need practice.

I shot and killed
a man after we split.

That would never have happened
if you were still around.

Maybe not.

I feel so violent.

I'm worried for my soul.

Your soul looks good
from where I'm standing.

Your aim is true, Jill.

That's the problem.

I'm gonna grab a smoke.

Have one of mine.

No more Old Hats?

Ultra Lights.

Healthy boy.

Baby steps.

Don't tell me
this is your heap?

Don't you like it?

It's perfect for a man
in your line of work.

I bet tail jobs are a cinch.

That never was my forte.

What happened to the Firebird?

Crashed it.

Yeah, I crashed
my Boat-Tail too.

We gotta slow down, baby.

Hey, I thought
you only drove American?

Well, you never know when something
more exotic will come along

and fall into your lap.

Jesus Christ.

- That was fucking terrible.
- Give me a break.

I'm out of practice with you.

Whose fault is that?

You got a gun for me?

What about you?

If I have a gun
I'm going to kill him,

and I'm trying hard
not to do that.

You ready, Jilly Bean?

Let's add some horns
to this thing.

Just keep stuffing
that popcorn in your face.

There's a gun trained
on you right now.

Well, you're the girl
who sold me my popcorn.

That must have been
somebody that looks like me.

I find that hard to believe.

Shut up.

You and I are going for a ride
to the Sheriff's station.

I haven't had my chewy yet.

And I get awful angry
if I don't get my chewy.

You murdered Dorothy Mahler.

You did it because
your daddy told you to

and because
you're a psychopath.

Are you a police officer?

I'm a private cop,
and I'm bringing you in.

And you're going to spend the rest
of your life in prison.

Now that's certainly one way
of looking at it.

But, uh, it's not the only way.

Skip it.

Cuff your right hand
to the wheel.

I'll take that now.

Sure you can
trust yourself with it?

Sure. I've got
my druthers all back

in the right place.

You always misuse that word.

You make a wrong move
I'll shoot you in the kidney,

then dig the bullet out with
my dirty hands for a souvenir.

Start the engine.

Uh-uh.

It hurts my feelings when you say
I broke your heart.

It was me that woke up alone
that morning.

I'm trying to be
a better person, Jill.

I'll catch you on
the base side, Mel.

Ah. Projectionist humor.

Stay sweet, Jilly Bean.

Let's go.

Woo!
Woo-hoo-hoo!

Jesus.

Hiya, Jilly Bean.

Oh, God.

- I'm gonna go call an ambulance.
- Stay with me.

What happened?

It's all your fault.

I was distracted and
he got the jump on me.

I was thinking about you.

Don't say that.

I knew you'd be
the death of me.

Baby please.
Let me go call an ambulance.

I want you here with me.

I don't want anyone
to bother us.

I've gotta go do
a changeover, baby.

Otherwise the reel's gonna end
and the screen's gonna go dark,

and people will get mad
and they'll start looking around.

And they'll find us here,
and bother us.

So let me go do that
and then I'll come right back here

and stay with you, okay?

I've seen this movie.

This is the last reel.

I've missed you for so long.

Are you my girl?

I'm your girl.
I've always been your girl.

But I've been lost, Jill.

I've been violent too.

Your soul is good, Mel.

I know your soul
and it's beautiful.

Let's make a kid together.

Okay.

Okay?

Okay.
Right now?

Okay.

Baby, you've lost
a lot of blood.

I don't know if I can
get you hard right now.

We can make a baby.

And I can teach her
to ride a bike,

and play guitar, and baseball.

They have Old School
Sesame Street on DVD now.

We can show her that
instead of the Elmo shit.

And I can take her on walks down
to the creek where I grew up.

But it's not there anymore.

Sweetheart, you and I would
make the ugliest damn kids.

This wasn't just
kismet tonight, was it?

Gordy sent that guy after me.

He was here to kill me.

Could've been...

Stepmother...

When did you...

What is that tattoo?

That's a Jilly Bean.

Sing to me, Jilly.

Baby, let me go
call an ambulance.

Sing me that song you used
to dance to at the club.

Baby.

Just that one song,

and then I promise, I'll let you go
call an ambulance.

Okay. Okay.

I said if I'm in luck
I just might get picked up

I said I'm fishin' trick and you
can call it what you want, girl

I said I'm wigglin' my fanny

I raunchy dancin',
I'm a doin' it, doin' it

Try not to pass out

Mel?

Mel?

Oh, God.

Hey, we're out of quarters.

Why the fuck did you change
the price to $7.50?

Oh, my God.

Help. Somebody help.

Somebody help!

Jesus Christ,
this guy's fucking dead!

Shake that ass, popcorn girl!

Shake that ass!

Oh, would you stop that.

He's on his way up here.

Please get dressed.

I am dressed.

Oh, yeah right.

- Are these the only pants you brought to wear?
- Yep.

Well, will you put them on?

Dress me, Mommy.

Oh for heaven's sakes, Mary,
I wish you'd take this seriously.

I'm excited.

I think it's about time a couple
of us hens got some dick in here.

Don't talk like that.

Well, that's what
they're called.

"Dicks."

Do you have any brandy?

You're supposed
to offer him brandy.

He's not going to ask for it,
but he will expect it.

No, Mary,
I don't have any brandy.

She is your daughter
and all I'm trying to do is...

Mother, I love you.

I love you very much
and I promise you, Dorothy's okay.

She's just... She ran off
with some guy for a few days

and she's having
the time of her life

and the last thing
she's thinking about is me and you.

Now go get the door
for the dick...

Dick-tective.

And I promise you
I will be on my best behavior.

You're just so easy
to fuck with, Mommy.

All right.

Would you please get the door?

I want to be seated
when he arrives.

Of course.

God, Mary.

Thank you.

Ugh, this damn music.

Ready?

Yes, ready.

Yes?

I'm looking for Mrs. Mahler.

I'm Miss Mahler.
May I help you with anything?

Oh, Mary...

Would you come in,
Mr. Sampson?

And don't mind my daughter.

She's feeling theatrical
this morning.

Please have a seat.

Thank you.

I'm Eleanor Mahler.

And I can't really say
that I'm happy to meet you

but I'm relieved
that you're here.

I understand, Mrs. Mahler.

Would you care for a drink?

We're out of brandy.

I'm fine, thanks.

I found your name
and your phone number

in the address book
on my granddaughter's computer.

Your name was the only entry
inserted in there and, uh,

it said you were
a private detective.

That's correct, ma'am.

How do you know Dorothy?

We were friends.

Have you heard
from her recently?

Well, I should rephrase that.

We were friends for a night.

It was several years ago.

We got along
and I gave her my card

in case she ever
needed anything.

Mmm-hmm, I see.

I see. Well, we haven't seen
Dorothy in five days now.

Is that unusual?

Well, she and I
are rather close.

We typically
telephone once a day.

And Dorothy never indicated to me
that she was going to be leaving town.

So when we arrived
in Los Angeles,

I went straight
to her apartment

and I saw that she hadn't
fed the cats, so I...

I snooped.

Didn't find any clues,
so to speak.

But her mother thinks
that she's just off

being young
and falling in love,

and I don't believe it.

Why not?

I don't know, exactly.

But I... I feel like I know the girl
and it doesn't fit.

What does your granddaughter
do for a living?

She's a stripper.

Did you know that?

Yes.

But you wanted to know
if I knew it.

Mrs. Mahler, this sounds like
a missing person's case.

Why not go to the police?

Oh, I...
You know I...

I love my granddaughter
very much,

but she's a very troubled girl.

What I... What I know
about her life is shameful.

I fear that what I don't
know about her life is illegal.

And it may sound
corny and pretentious,

but the Mahler name still draws
water here in this town,

and I'd like to
keep it that way.

I see.

Look, I can write you a check
right now for your retainer.

What is your rate?

Thank you but there's no need.
Dorothy was a friend.

Yes, you mentioned that.

Even still... I would feel better
paying you.

I'd like to interview
each of you separately,

to find out as much
about Dorothy as I can.

Would it be all right if
I started with your daughter?

I suppose that's all right.

Look, I haven't had
breakfast yet.

I haven't eaten
for days for that matter.

So I'll just be downstairs in the
restaurant when you're ready for me.

Very good, ma'am.

Okay.

Uh...

I... I don't know

what your night with my granddaughter
meant to you, Mr. Sampson.

It meant a great deal,
Mrs. Mahler.

Thank you.

That was very clever.

- Excuse me?
- I said that was very clever.

The way you got
rid of my mother. I liked it.

Friends for a night, huh?

Ah, that's really cute.

I think even my sweet, innocent
mother picked up on that one.

I meant what I said.

Isn't there
some boyhood fantasy

about first the daughter,
then the mother?

I can't remember.

I, uh...

I think you have the wrong
impression of me, Miss Mahler.

Oh, I don't think so.

Why don't you have a seat?

Not there.

I think we should
talk about Dorothy.

I think you think
I'm a bad mother.

No. I think you think you're the
one that needs saving right now.

I don't have a P.I.'s intuition,
Mr. Sampson,

but I do have
a woman's intuition.

And whatever it is I need right now,
I think you need it too.

If you want to call it "saving,"
that's all right by me.

You're a beautiful woman,
Miss Mahler.

Don't make me feel stupid.

I don't throw invitations out
like this every day.

Come on, let's have some fun.

I've been cooped up in this box with
my mother for days.

I can feel the walls
closing in on us.

- Don't get smart with me, peeper.
- I'm not smart.

Good.
Then stay dumb.

I'll show you
where to put everything.

There's more than one way
to skin the cat that got your tongue.

What's the matter?
You don't like 'em?

I've seen them before.

Not like these you haven't.

I've seen them before.

Twenty-one years ago,

there lived a young man
who didn't know what to do with his life.

I don't need a bedtime story.

On a whim, the young man ordered
a correspondence course

that promised to teach him
how to become a private investigator.

He would sit in a coffee shop on
Melrose Avenue reading this giant book,

because he couldn't stand
to be alone in his apartment.

Yeah? Cool.

So fucking what?

One day, the big book
suggested an exercise.

In order for him to
practice his tailing skills,

he should pick out
a random stranger and follow them.

Just then the young man
glanced out the window,

and he saw a beautiful girl
walk by on the street outside.

Jesus, would you
shut the fuck up already?

He left the book behind,
and he ran outside to catch up with her.

He followed her.

Of course, she didn't
actually live in Hollywood.

It couldn't be that easy.
She lived all the way in Newport Beach.

Regardless, he continued
following her for days,

and he learned
all about her life.

But on the fifth day
he got reckless.

Before he knew it
she was standing right next to him

at a jukebox, criticizing
his song selections.

How could I forget
a face like that?

His cover was blown, and he had no
choice but to embrace the situation.

He introduced himself
with a fake name.

He bought her a drink,
several drinks.

They went back to her apartment and
they spent the night together.

In the morning, he got dressed
and slipped away

while she was still sleeping.

He didn't leave a note.

She never saw him again.

You piece of shit.

The next day, the young man
resumed the tail,

this time being more careful.

Over the following months
he watched her body change.

She grew bigger.

There had been no other men.

He knew the child
inside her was his.

Goddamn you.

Every day he thought
about going to see her,

to assume
his paternal responsibility.

But the girl's family
was quite wealthy,

and the young man felt he had
nothing of worth to offer his child,

financial or otherwise.

The girl gave birth
to a daughter,

and she named
the child Dorothy.

He continued to
follow the girl and her baby,

watching Dorothy
grow up from afar...

No, no, stop.
You stop this fucking fairy tale bullshit!

I don't want to hear it.

Three years ago, the young man was
not so young anymore.

He was lonely
and full of remorse

and he went to see his daughter,
who was all grown up.

He intended to tell her who he was
and how sorry he was

for abandoning her, even though
he was never far away.

But when he finally
spoke to her,

the right words
didn't come out.

Is this how you were
going to tell her?

Like you're... Like you're some
Prince Charming and...

And she and I are
a couple of fucking frogs?

The man and his daughter
parted ways that night,

and she still didn't know
who the man really was.

Stop, stop, I don't want to hear one more
word of this once-upon-a-time bullshit.

You look at me in the eye and you
speak to me in first-fucking-person.

Dorothy called me
three days ago asking for help.

By the time I got to her
she was dead.

Her body is in
a Los Angeles County morgue.

Downtown.

I removed her identification.

You'll need to identify her.

She's listed as a Jane Doe.

You bastard.

I saved this for you.
Her necklace. I thought

she might want you
to have it back.

No, no, you wear it.

You wear it because your soul is
going to need some religious saving

after everything that you...
That you've done!

I needed to buy some time
to find the murderers

without the cops
breathing down my neck.

I've found them, and I intend
to kill them right after I leave here.

I trust you support
that decision.

I suppose it's the only
parental decision

we'll ever have a chance
to make together.

I called you Barry!

All these years
I called you Barry.

That's such
a stupid fucking name.

I bet you got a great
big laugh out of that.

- No.
- "Oh. If only I could find Barry...

"If only, if only Barry knew
that we had a child together,

- "then we could... Then we could be a family."
- No. You seemed independent.

I didn't think you would
want me around.

Oh, God, oh, God, you spend a couple
of decades looking into my window,

and you think
you fucking know me?

I've been putting money aside
for Dorothy since she was born.

A college fund or something.

You can use the money to pay for
her funeral expenses if you'd like.

I'm going to be sick.

Why don't you sit down?

No don't touch me.
Please don't touch me.

Just get
the fuck off me, please.

- Just...
- Please, don't touch me, please.

Come inside.

Please!

Get out!
Get out.

I'm sorry, Mary.

Get... Get out!

There you are,
Mr. Sampson.

I had this thought.

Dorothy hinted to me that she
might make a trip to San Francisco.

Now I was thinking, the last time I was
there, my cell phone had terrible reception,

so it's very possible that that could
explain why she hasn't answered her phone.

Ok, I'll look into it.

But I...
Would you check that out?

I'll look into it.

Mr. Sampson,
I'm talking to you!

Hey, you sell looseys?

- Just give me a deck of Old Hats.
- Yeah, sure.

Thanks.

Holy shit!

Did you see that?
Did you fucking see that?

He's out cold.

Yeah.
Of course he is.

I used a sap.
It's leather.

If you use a lead pipe or some
shit you can fuckin' kill him.

Isn't that what we're
gonna do anyways?

Well, not "we."

You.

Why me?

'Cause I just
fucking sapped him.

It's your turn.

Come on, Matthew.

"Come on, Matthew."

This is your shitty mess.
It's time to clean it up.

Let's just get out of town

for a while until it cools off.

Why... Why the hell do you
think we tracked this guy down?

He's a fucking detective

and he saw you
fleeing the scene.

He's gotta go.

We can move to another city.

Wha... And do what?

You're a street level
drug dealer.

They give that job to
fourteen-year-old niggers.

What are you gonna do
when you can't do that anymore?

I mean, you literally
can't wipe your own ass.

I don't want to go to hell.

Well, you're already going to
hell for killing that girl.

But I didn't...

Your after-life
is fucked,

so you better enjoy
your life while you can.

And I don't think
you're going to enjoy

getting your
ass torn open in prison.

That's why you gotta shoot this
fucker before he catches up with us.

If this was all a movie

I could just give the tape
to the cops,

and they'd understand.

You're dreaming up some
director's cut that I haven't seen,

because in the movie I saw,
you killed that chick.

Holy shit!

Yeah! You did it!
You did it!

Oh, shit dude,
you're going to hell.

Come on. Let's get
the fuck out of here.

Oh, fuck.

Ah.