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You read, I'll read.

Dear Red Shoes.

You like rock and roll?

I do.

And bad boys.

And having my own way.

Then kill him.

Before he kills us.

That's right, red juice.

I said rock and roll, bad bull,

pickup truck, hot summer days, fried chicken,

coleslaw, and having my own way.

I will say that again, having my own way.

Can't believe we're here.

This is two of us.

I think about this shit all the time, I swear to God I do.

Yeah? At work, on my way to work, at church, when I'm driving to church, when

I'm at the gym, everywhere.

You know, I get the feeling I just want... After I eat this plum, I get the

feeling I just want to devour you.

Not share you with anybody.

God, woman, if I could just lock you in a box and keep you there just for me.

Maybe I won't drink you up.

Bite your neck and your titties till you burn with desire.

That make any sense to you?

Good.

What shall we drink to?

Thank you.

To us.

To us.

That's good stuff.

You like that?

Mm.

Mm.

What are you doing?

Lick it away.

My own tough guy.

Yes, ma'am.

Oh, my God, you're making a trail.

You're betting a leg of lamb.

Hey, what the fuck?

What the fuck? Whoa, whoa, what's up?

Buddy's got a message for you.

Says he wants you dead.

Buddy, what's he got to do with anything?

I've been seeing him.

Oh, so you've been fishing my best friend?

Mm-hmm.

And he wants you dead.

My best friend wants me dead?

The guy's been my best friend, best pal, since I was, uh, back in grade school,

little rugrat. He wants me dead?

Can't you do the same thing, too? If you found out about...

Me and him, he'd kill us. He figured killing you first's the only way.

He sent you here to kill me?

Mm-hmm.

Does that make any sense to you?

All the sense in the world, baby. It happens all the time. It's the same old

jealous nutso shit.

Wait a minute.

Just how long you been seeing him?

Three months?

Three months. Lovely.

JoJo's birthday party.

I was coming out of the bathroom, he was coming in, he locked the door and did me

right up against it.

Lovely.

Didn't he try to do anything like, uh, oh, I don't know, stop him maybe?

Yeah, but I was drunk and high and all that shit. My reflexes weren't so good.

Besides, he said he'd been wanting to for a real long time.

He said he's crying himself to sleep just thinking about me.

A girl likes to hear that kind of shit. It makes her feel wanted.

Yeah, well, what about me loving you? Doesn't that count for nothing?

A woman's got to choose.

A woman's got to choose.

So, actually, what you're saying is that you're just tired of fucking me.

I didn't say that.

I mean, if that's the way it's got to be.

Why don't you let me do it one last time, baby?

For what time, say?

A meal, have some wine.

Oh, I'd rip this off of this debris.

Oh, hell, you got the gun, baby.

Does that make any sense to you?

A dying man's last wish.

Titties. Best ass something to hold on to.

Fuck, I like that!

You know what I'm thinking?

I'm just thinking I have never seen a woman, a woman as good looking as you,

standing buckball naked in cowboy boots in the back of a 1956 Ford pickup truck

with a gun. My God!

Do you understand how hot that is?

Come here. Come here.

Back up against the tree.

Back up against the tree. Why don't you lean against it?

Let me come over there to you.

Holy shit. You put the gun right against my head. I don't give a shit.

I'm still on you. You have no idea.

Oh, buddy.

Honey, you are so about to see yourself.

Actually, you should see yourself.

Let's take one full run. For all time's sake. Just one.

Just one?

Kit, why'd you have to go bringing up the Polaroids?

If it wasn't for the Polaroids, I wouldn't be standing here with a gun in

my hand.

What's that supposed to mean?

Talking about the Polaroids.

They took from your butt-ass like the ones you done gave Buddy to jerk off to?

Oh, those.

Uh, well, hell, hon, Buddy's my best friend.

Used to be, anyway. But, I mean, you know, that's what best buddies do.

That's the least I could do.

Come on. Now, how many babes you know would want to do what?

He's crazy.

Everybody knows that.

Where you been?

Come on, woman. Now, let's get back to this picture.

Now, come on. Now, raise your head up into the light.

Raise that pretty little chin up into the light. Come on. You know how I like

looking at you.

Raise that chin up to the light. Let me get a nice little picture of it.

Come on.

Keep it that way.

That's what it's saying.

You know what? Come over here. Come on.

One more by this one. Just right there by the license plate.

Here we go.

Oh,

Bonnie Barrow, eat your heart out.

All right, back over by the tree.

Back over by the tree.

All right, now hold the gun up against your face.

You're gonna love this one.

On three, okay? You ready?

Lift your head, lift your eyes. Look at that angelic look.

Yeah, close.

So you've been fucking my best friend, huh?

What you got to say now?

You don't really think I was going to kill you, do you?

Baby, I was just doing something a little different to get you excited.

Oh.

I was so upset when I went over to Buddy's and I saw my pictures up on the

bedroom wall at his daddy's house.

What the hell are you doing at Buddy's bedroom?

I was planning your surprise birthday party.

What party?

Now gone and ruined.

Every time I try to do something a little bit nicer, a little bit

different, a little bit special, you get all over me.

Don't get upset. You can start crying.

What kind of relationship is that?

Fantasies I have in my head.

You don't care.

As long as you get off. Fantasy?

Yeah.

Talking about what goes on inside my head when I'm alone.

Well, like what, for instance?

Like the thing with the gun, for instance.

What thing with the gun? The whole thing with the gun, you know.

Well, like what?

Never mind. It's ruined anyway. What difference does it make?

What, Rita? Come on, what is ruined?

The whole point was that I wanted you to do stuff to me, you know?

Things that you wouldn't do unless I made you.

Like what?

I can't tell you. I'm too embarrassed. That's why I needed the gun. What is it

that you've got to have the gun to tell me to do what you can't tell me to do

unless you've got the gun? Get it, okay? It doesn't matter.

Forgive me for falling so fast if I love love.

No, come on, honey. Come on, come on.

Give me the gun.

I'll give you the gun. I'll tell you. Just how stupid you think I am.

You can keep imagining your stud muffin and your God's gift to women and you

make me feel real good.

I'll keep my fantasies to myself.

No, come on.

Tell me.

What?

My feet.

Feet? Uh-huh.

Get there.

Go ahead.

And I want one toe at a time.

Oh, just like that.

That a boy.

Toes and wine.

Not yet. I'm talking one fantasy at a time here. Yes, ma'am.

Come here.

What you said?

About me looking all hot with a gun in my hand?

Uh-huh.

Do you mean that? Oh, yeah, baby, you know I'm mad.

You do, don't you, Kit? Think I'm hot?

Girl likes to hear that shit.

I think you're hot, baby.

Oh, yeah.

I have got exceptional tips, don't I? Uh-huh. Uh-huh, say so.

You said so yourself.

Everybody says so.

All the things I like about myself?

I like my tips most of all.

Say it.

Say what, baby?

Say you've got nice tits, Rita.

Kneel down.

Say it.

I'll grab him over there.

Drop your drawers.

You take three jumps, step back and do it.

I want you to hold both hands and bark like a dog.

Louder.

I don't understand exactly how to make love to me before.

How about I take my gun in your mouth? How about that, bitch?

Then you're out here to do a job. What do I find?

My new girl with my best friend.

Shit happens.

Or should I say, ex-best friend, about to be dearly departed dick man.

What's a dick man?

Why don't you go ahead and answer a little lady, numb nuts, while you still

got the breath to speak.

It's a nickname I had when I was growing up.

I had a... I had a rep.

Small town, hot summer nights, and I figured out... That's a lot of cherries.

A few.

Stick me.

Buddy.

Me?

Got an idea.

Monday, Wednesday, Friday are going to be your days.

Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday are going to be your days.

Sunday I get to myself and my girlfriend.

I think you're forgetting something, love cricket. Who's holding the gun?

He's got a better idea. I'd sure like to hear it.

Hell, I'm all ears.

Damn, bro, you finally find a good-looking woman part-time and you

stand your crazy ass. What are you going to do, shoot her?

You got the Polaroids, you got the girl, you got the best friend.

Got it all.

You do got it all.

What do you think about it?

Well, baby... She's a good kid.

We're gonna go sit up in the cab of the truck, all right?

Give you some time to think about it.

Well, uh, we're gonna be right up there, sir. Get it?

What now?

It's your day, Amy.

Goddamn, I love me dead.

That's right. I could have it my own

way. My advice to you, Red Shoes, is always.

Keep Sunday to yourself.

You take that advice, fella?

I got the remedy in my hand.

And I've been eroded.

That I can't live, that I can't live.

You just got to show me the way.