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- No.

They both have to die.

It won't work. I'm telling you.

Both of them have to be killed.

You leave too many loose ends if you only kill her.

Don't be ridiculous.

You just don't get it, do you?

Look.

The cops will never suspect a thing if we set it up the

way I said.

No. You listen to me.

We have to kill her first.

Make it look like an accident.

Something quick and painless.

No.

Because even though she deserves it,

I don't think anybody wants to see her suffer.

Yes.

That's right.

Nothing too gruesome.

You're missing the point.

That's way too messy.

You might as well draw a map for the cops.

Now he's a different story.

I want to see him suffer.

Make him pay for what he did.

I want to see it register on his face at the moment of

truth when he finally realizes he's going to get

what's coming to him.

Because there's no payoff if we do it any other way.

Not to mention, we'll both look like a couple of

amateurs, and I don't think either one of us wants that.

Right.

4it's much more satisfying that way.

Yes.

No. You're missing the point.

- Either you do it my way or you don't do it at all,

and the deal's off.

- Can't you two work out how to kill him later?

You know, we're going to be late for the ballet.

- John. - Good-bye.

- I don't have time for this right now.

No. I'll talk to you later.

Okay. Good-bye.

- Thank you. - My pleasure.

Why can't they just leave well enough alone?

They should know they're dealing with a genius.

- Yeah.

I swear, they're going to turn my murder mystery into

a musical.

The problem is they're just like a pack of dogs.

They want to piss on everything just to prove

they were there.

They have no respect for screenwriters.

Shut up and give us what we want.

I feel like a hooker.

One day, I'm going to write that novel.

It's just going to be me, typewriter.

No producers. No nothing.

- Mm-hmm.

- You sure you want to go out tonight?

The weather's really bad.

- Eric.

- Well, once you've seen one ballet,

you've seen them all.

It's kind of nice to stay home.

We could just do the tango. What do you say?

- Come on, you know I'm looking forward to it.

- Yeah, but guys in tights make me nervous.

- Oh, you love the ballet.

- Yeah.

I love you more.

- I love you, too, but I won't love you

if we miss the overture.

Now put your tie on and get your butt out of here.

- All right.

- Ugh. This rain.

Did you turn the alarm on?

- Yes, dear. - Okay.

Thanks.

Put something more romantic on.

- Oh, sorry.

- You've got lipstick on you.

- Oh, my god. - What?

- Call 911.

Hey, buddy, are you okay?

- Oh, my god!

Eric.

- Honey, did you pack my typewriter?

- Yeah. I put it by the front door.

- All right.

- Yup. That's about it.

- So we're actually going to do this?

- Mm-hmm.

Long overdue if you ask me.

- Are you sure you won't miss the big city?

- Oh, come on.

Stop worrying about me.

I'm looking forward to this as much as you are.

- Two months in the middle of nowhere.

- With the man of my dreams.

It'll be like a second honeymoon.

Come on.

- Alicia, don't worry.

It'll be here when we get back.

- You're here.

That's all that matters to me.

- Oh, thanks.

Are you okay, sweetie?

- Yeah. I'm fine. It's just the pain.

You know, it comes and goes like the doctor said.

- I can drive.

- No. I'm fine.

- Give me the keys. - You sure?

- Give me the keys. I'm fine.

- Okay.

- Close the window though, will you?

- Okay.

- This is going to be great. You're going to love it.

- You know, if you're happy,

that's good enough for me, sweetheart.

Isn't it gorgeous?

I almost forgot how blue the sky really is.

- See. I knew you'd like it.

- We're not there yet.

- Well, you're right.

We will be.

- Oh, hi. - Hi.

- Daddy. Some folks here for you.

- What can I do for you?

- Oh, I'm Eric. This is Alicia.

We rented the cabin on the lake.

They said that we could pick up the keys here.

- Yeah. That's right.

I'm bill Butler. I take care of the old place.

- Hi.

- I thought I told you to turn that thing down.

Are you going to get any work done?

Damn girl watches too much TV.

- Thanks.

- You got four wheel drive?

- Yup.

- Well, you're going to need it.

Roads get pretty rough up there.

I got you a map, marked it all out for you.

You a hunter?

- No. I fish a little though.

- Too bad.

The hunting's real good up there.

- If it moves, daddy's killed it.

Yes, sir.

Daddy can track an ant in a sandstorm.

Isn't that right, daddy?

- Sarah, get some candles.

- I thought there was a generator.

- There is a generator.

Plenty of fuel, too.

You got one problem.

Generator's got a mind of its own.

Can't ever be too prepared with the weather in these

mountains.

- Okay. Well.

- That cabin's a regular little love nest.

All it needs is a couple of lovebirds.

- Ha-ha.

- Well, that's us.

- One other thing.

Your phone is not going to be hooked up till Monday.

- Monday?

- Things work a little slower up here.

- Slow as molasses and borin' as hell if you ask me.

- Nobody asked you.

- Okay. Well, thank you.

- Bye. - Take care.

Great.

I think he likes you.

- That's a scary thought.

Oh, god. This is so beautiful.

I'm glad we're here.

- I'm glad we're here, too.

- Oh, Eric.

We should have done this a long time ago.

- Where do you think you're going?

- Anywhere I please.

- You're worse than your mom.

Now put some clothes on.

- Let go of me.

- Sarah, you've got work to do.

- Well then, I'm taking a coffee break.

- Fasten your seatbelt, sweetheart.

It looks like we're four-wheeling it

the rest of the way.

- How are you holding up, Eric?

You want me to drive?

- Are you kidding?

I haven't felt this good in months.

- Well, we wanted peace and quiet.

- And I think we found it.

- Ah.

- Just think.

No rush hour traffic.

- No smog.

- No car alarms.

- Eric, what are you doing?

- I'm carrying you over the threshold.

- Oh.

Oh, the doctor told you not to strain.

- No doctor's going to keep me from making love to my wife.

- Is that what we're doing?

- It will be as soon as I find the bedroom.

- It's cold in here.

- I'll take care of that.

Don't go away.

- Hey, there.

Where you going?

- Hell, probably.

At least that's what my daddy says.

- I'm headed that way myself.

Want a ride?

- Not with the likes of you.

- All right, then. I just thought I'd ask.

- Wait a minute.

Do I know you from somewhere?

- I don't think so, sweetheart.

I think I'd remember a girl like you.

About made me forget what I came up here for.

- What did you come up here for?

Going hunting?

- That's right.

- 12-Gauge shotgun.

That's a pretty big gun.

You sure you know how to use it?

- Had some experience.

- So where you going to do this hunting,

Mr. Beechum?

- I don't know, but I'm open for suggestions.

- Ooh.

Check fuel and water.

- Ugh.

God, you scared me.

- I'm sorry.

I know I can be a little unbearable, can't I?

Surprise.

- Oh, how sweet.

- Yeah. That's right, baby.

Oh, yeah.

Give it to me.

Yes.

Ooh. Yeah.

That's it.

Take this damn thing off.

Yeah. Yeah. Oh, yeah.

- Oh.

- I love you.

- Oh, give it to me, bitch.

Yeah. Yeah.

Oh.

- You sure do look familiar.

I know I've seen you somewhere.

Wait a minute.

I remember now.

I've got it.

I know where I've seen you before.

- Yeah. Where'd that be, baby?

- On one of those crime shows on TV.

- What?

- I thought I heard something.

- Like what?

- I don't know.

- It was probably just the wind.

- Yeah.

- Let's go upstairs.

- Okay.

Ugh!

God, where'd you get those?

- Ain't they beauties?

I caught these not more than 100 yards from our front door.

These are rainbow trout soon to be our breakfast.

- Fish for breakfast?

- Mm-hmm.

Hi.

How's it going?

- Hmm.

What was that for?

- That is for last night and three wonderful years of

marital bliss.

You have work to do.

- I lost my train of thought.

- Well, you're not going to find it kissing me.

- Where you going?

- Oh, I thought I'd take a walk,

take some pictures, you know?

- All right. Don't go too far.

- Okay.

- Damn it.

- Ugh.

- Yeah, it looks like they beat me to it.

- They?

- Wolf.

Bobcat.

Not a good idea to be out here without one of these.

- It's bill, right?

- You want them antlers?

- No.

It was nice meeting you again.

- Your cabin? That way.

- Oh.

- You're lost, ain't you?

You want me to take you to your cabin?

- No. You know, I'll be fine. Thanks.

- I'd rather take you back there now than have to come

out here later and look for your body.

- Okey-dokey.

- Here you go, bill.

- Thank you.

So what brings you two up to our mountain?

- He's writing a novel.

- I'm writing a novel.

Can I get you another one of those?

Oh.

- Are you okay, dear?

- Yeah. I'm fine.

Oh.

- What the hell's the matter with him?

He sick or something?

- He was shot in a carjacking in L.A.

- Oh, that's why he was eyeing my rifle kind of funny like.

- Yeah, well, we're neither one real fond of guns, I'm afraid.

- Here you are.

I'm fine.

- You ought to get a gun up here.

- Why is that, bill?

- Food being scarce the way it is,

animals can get real unpredictable

when they're hungry.

- I always thought they were more scared of us than we

are of them.

- Some city boys made that mistake.

They went cross-country skiing last winter.

Come spring, all we found was a head picked clear

through right to the bone.

Of course, we knew it was them 'cause when we found

them, one of them still had his cap and goggles on.

- Well, we don't have any plans to go cross-country skiing.

- You know, I thought that. - What? What?

- I just thought I heard something last night.

It was probably thunder.

- Thunder?

No, not thunder. Not this time of year.

- Well then, maybe it was a gunshot.

Were you hunting?

- Why the hell would I want to be hunting at night?

- Can I get you something else?

- No. I'd best be going.

- Thanks for helping Alicia find her way back to the cabin.

- No trouble.

- Bye.

He's kind of creepy, isn't he?

- He's just having a little fun with us flatlanders.

- Eric.

Eric, wake up.

- What is it?

- Listen.

- Uh-huh.

- What are you doing?

- I'm going to go see what it is.

- Okay. Be careful.

- Hey, buddy.

Hey.

Can you walk?

Here, come in. Come on.

Come on.

Oh, boy.

That's it.

Here. Sit down here.

- Eric.

Who is it?

- I don't know, but he looks half frozen.

- I'll get a blanket.

- Give me your hat, buddy.

- Oh.

- Okay.

I'm Eric Thornsen.

This is my wife, Alicia, that you've got a hold of there.

- Oh, sorry.

I thought I died and went to heaven.

- What's your name?

- Kale.

Kale beechum.

- So what brings you out here this time of night?

- I was hunting this afternoon,

and my truck broke down.

So I started walking, and it got dark out,

and I guess I got lost and saw your cabin here.

- You live around here?

- No, I'm from Bakersfield.

I come up here to hunt once in a while.

- I'll go make some coffee.

- Thank you.

- Okay. Great.

Just get warm, huh?

So tell me, where's your truck?

- Your guess is as good as mine.

Hell, I got all turned around.

Tell you one thing though, that damn thing's up to its

axles in snow and mud.

- It sounds like you're going to need a tow truck.

- Yeah. Yeah.

- Well, I'm sorry to tell you this,

but our phone won't be hooked up for a couple of

days, so you're out of luck.

- Well, can I ask you for a little favor?

- What's that?

- Can I get something a little bit stronger than coffee?

I'm freezing my ass off.

- Hold the coffee.

He wants something stronger.

- Eric, what are we going to do?

- I don't know.

I suppose I'll drive him to town.

I'm not going to attempt it tonight.

The road's bad enough during the day.

- We're going to let him stay the night?

- Well, we can't kick him out in the cold.

I'll take him down in the morning.

- Okay.

- Kale.

I've got some Tequila.

Kale?

Well...

- Generator. - Oh, great.

- Well, Butler said it had a mind of its own.

I'll go take care of it. Be right back.

- Okay.

- Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you.

I just got up to get me a glass.

You care to join me?

- No, thanks.

- Well, your wife's upstairs.

- Yeah. - I'll tell you something.

Boy, that cold'll sure take it out of you.

- Make yourself at home.

First thing in the morning, we'll get you into town.

- Works for me. - Good.

- Say, Eric, thanks again.

- Yeah.

Hi.

- How's our houseguest?

- Well, he's thirsty.

- Was he awake when you came upstairs?

- Actually, he was snoring.

What took you so long anyway?

- The generator needed a little work.

- What did you do with his gun?

- Took it apart.

- Well, don't you believe his story?

- Yeah, sure, but the gun was wet.

Guns rust when they're wet, so I took it apart.

- Huh.

And the bullets?

- Oh, I stuck them in the cabinet above the generator.

Look.

There's nothing wrong with exercising a little caution,

right?

- Is that why you locked the bedroom door?

- Look.

Call me paranoid, but I think I'm entitled.

- I guess it changed the both of us a little,

didn't it?

- Well, I'm just glad nothing happened to you.

- I love you.

- Got some bad news.

- Yeah. What's that?

- Car won't start.

- What? But it was running fine.

- Let's eat. I'll fix it later.

Come on. Let's eat.

- Hmm.

Hey, this is good.

So what brings you two out here in the middle of

nowhere anyways?

Oh, let me guess.

Second honeymoon?

- Something like that.

- L.A. wasn't cutting it no more.

You've had it with the smog, and the earthquakes,

and the drive-by shootings.

Just decide to pack it all in and leave all that shit

behind, huh?

- That's about it.

Did we tell you we were from L.A.?

- Kinda obvious you ain't from around here.

- Bakersfield.

I don't think I've ever been to Bakersfield.

- You ain't missing much.

- What do you do in Bakersfield for a living,

if you don't mind me asking?

- No, I don't mind at all, Eric.

I'm a ranch hand, or I guess what some folks

might call a cowboy.

- Hmm.

I don't believe I've actually met a real,

live cowboy before.

- Well, it's pretty hard work.

I can tell you that.

A lot more to it than going yipee-oh-ki-ay.

So you're a writer, huh?

- Yeah.

- I took the Liberty of reading one of your

manuscripts in the den.

I hope you don't mind.

Love story, huh?

It's kind of sexy, too.

You know, I didn't know better,

I'd swear he was describing you.

Skin like ivory, eyes deep and blue like the ocean with

all its hidden mysteries, legs of a gazelle.

- Write about what you know.

That's the golden rule of literature.

- Yeah, I noticed that typewriter

you worked on is pretty old, too.

Yeah, I thought all you guys

were working on computer these days.

- Oh, please. Don't get him started.

- Well, I never really warmed up to computers.

People just use their brains anymore.

- Brains anymore.

- You're a man after my own heart, Eric.

I can't figure out these new contraptions either.

I guess me and you ain't cut out for the 20th century, huh?

- Maybe not.

I'm going to go work on that car.

You guys finish up.

- Okay, Eric.

- Any opinions? - Hell, no.

I don't know the first thing about engines.

You give me a good quarter horse any day.

I'd rather ride than drive I always say.

So what's the diagnosis, doc?

Are you going to be able to get me out of here anytime today?

- I'm just hoping it's not terminal.

Hey, I hope you don't mind.

I took your gun apart.

It was wet.

- Gun's been in my family a long time.

I'll never forgive myself if anything ever happened to it.

Goddamn, you did a bang up old job, old buddy.

- Thanks.

- You seem to know your way around a gun.

- I was in the service.

- No shit. What branch?

- The marines.

- Marines?

You guys are a bunch of tough motherfuckers.

I always said you show me a marine,

I'll show you one tough son of a bitch.

- Once a marine, always a marine.

Actually, I joined to piss off my old man.

- Yeah, yeah. I can relate to that.

My old man was a true blue prick.

Nothing I ever done was good enough for that bastard.

- I know all about that.

My old man was a lawyer.

Wanted me to go to law school.

- If I had my way, I'd kill all the lawyers.

Where the shells, Eric?

- Oh, they got wet, too.

You know, the moisture eats those paper cartridges,

so I threw them out.

- Threw them out?

Why?

- No good marine keeps bad ammo around.

- Oh, yeah.

Yeah.

Good thinking, marine.

- Roger that.

I checked all the basics:

The alternator, the battery, the injectors.

Everything seems to be okay.

- Bam.

- It's bad for the gun.

- What's that?

- Firing it dry ruins the firing pin.

- Oh.

Hey, Eric, you ever kill anybody?

I mean when you was a marine.

- No.

- Hmm.

I was wondering what it would be like to go to war and all.

- Well, fortunately, I never found out.

- Too bad.

How about hunting? You ever do any hunting?

- Nope.

- Now that's something I could tell you a thing or two about.

Yes, sir.

Nothing like it then something in your sights

that you been chasing half the day.

Get your blood pumping.

Get that son of a bitch all lined up

and pull the trigger.

Bam.

- Hi. - Hi.

- There you go. - Thank you.

- So how's it going?

- Slow.

- I was just telling old Eric about hunting,

but he don't seem to care about it much.

- No, never seen the sport in it myself.

- Of course not.

Women don't hunt. Never have.

That's what you got us men for.

It's in our blood.

- Right.

You have much longer?

- It's a little more complicated than a slant-6.

- Okay, well, ask if you need anything.

- Oh, thanks.

- Oh, by the way, could either of you men

hunt up a little firewood?

We're getting a little low.

- Uh-huh.

You didn't want to tell her, huh?

- Tell her what?

- That you can't fix it.

- I think it's a little early for that.

We'll get it done.

- Afraid she's going to put it on her list?

- What list?

- You know, the one they put all the little things on

that you do.

Hold it against you.

Been out with the boys too late.

Put the seat up before you take a leak.

Can't fix the car.

All of a sudden, you're less of a man and more of a nuisance.

- Alicia doesn't have a list.

- Yes, she does.

- No, she doesn't.

- Yes, she does.

They all do.

- No, she doesn't.

- Yes, she does.

- No, she doesn't.

- Yes, she does.

- What are you doing?

- Oh, Eric.

He doesn't have any identification.

- Maybe he left it in his truck.

- Thing's pretty dull.

Wouldn't cut a damn watermelon.

You don't got a sharpening stone around here, do you?

- Yeah, I think there's one in the garage.

- Just thought I'd cut you some firewood.

- Go ahead.

Thanks.

- Hey, Eric.

- Hey.

- Fucker's sharp as hell now.

- Great.

- Dinner's almost ready.

- Great. - Any luck?

- Well, I know it's something computerized.

- It's got to be. - Oh, great.

Does that mean I got to stay here another night?

- It would seem so.

- But listen, do y’all mind if I use your shower?

I'm starting to get a little ripe.

- Well, there are towels in the closet,

top of the stairs.

- Thank you.

- Another night?

- I'm open to suggestions.

- Don't tempt me.

- Let's go eat.

- Hi, sweetie.

So dinner's ready.

You want to go tell our guest.

- Ooh, baby.

Nice.

- Look.

We can't just tell him to leave tonight.

- But the phone won't get turned on till the day after tomorrow.

- You're not thinking. - I promise.

He's leaving tomorrow no matter what,

even if I have to find his truck and dig it out

with my bare hands.

- Sometimes you're just too charitable for your own good.

- Yeah.

Hey, Eric, old buddy.

Listen, I hope you don't mind.

I took the Liberty of borrowing one of your clean shirts.

Is that okay?

- Yeah, that's fine. That's fine.

Hey, dinner's ready.

- Oh, all right. Great.

The hell you call this?

- Fettuccine Alfredo.

- Well, Jesus H., not only can she cook,

but she can speak Italian, too.

So, Eric, being in the marines and everything,

you must learn a lot about hand to hand combat, huh?

- A little.

- I wish I learned about some of that stuff,

but I wasn't in the service unfortunately.

- You didn't miss much.

- Only an opportunity to serve my country.

Something I would have been proud to do.

- Right.

- See, but the problem was, I had a bum knee.

That's why they didn't take me.

See right there?

I got kicked by a horse.

Another ten inches, I would have been a fucking soprano.

So you like a man in uniform, Alicia?

Is that how you two met?

- No.

- We met at a party.

- A party?

Well, you don't strike me as a party animal, Alicia.

- It was a premier party for one of Eric’s movies.

- Movies?

Well, hot damn, buddy, you didn't tell me nothing

about movies.

I thought you just wrote books.

- I write screenplays as well.

- Well, what are some of your movies?

Did I see any of them?

- You'd have had to have lived under a rock not to

have seen romantic holiday.

- Hell, yeah.

- You wrote that? - Yeah.

- Eric, let me be the first one to shake your hand.

I screwed a lot of chicks taking them to see that movie.

This man has done wonders for my sex life.

- I assume you'll want to do the dishes again.

- Absolutely.

- Great, well, you boys have fun talking about sex and war.

- Okay.

- I don't think she likes me very much.

- Oh, she's having a little trouble adjusting to

mountain life.

- Yeah, well, the mountains ain't for everyone, are they?

- No.

And I guess it's my turn to do the dishes.

Oh.

- You okay?

- Yeah.

- Well, what the hell is it, Eric?

- Nothing.

- That's the most painful nothing I ever seen.

- I was shot.

- You were shot?

Well, you mean like in gunshot?

- Yeah.

Right about the stomach.

The bullet's still in there.

- Well, who the hell would want to shoot you, Eric?

- They were after the car.

- And you put up a fight?

- No. They just shot me.

- You didn't get a little piece of the son of a bitch?

- No.

But they got him at the Mexican border trying to go

across the next day.

- I would have killed the bastard.

- Yeah, well, he's going to be in jail a long time.

- Not the way our system works, Eric.

He'll be out in no time doing it to somebody else.

What prison is he in?

- Folsom.

- Folsom?

- Yeah, Folsom. - No shit?

Hey, you know, I got some friends up there.

If you want me to, I could have them take care of that

son of a bitch for you.

- Oh, shit.

The generator.

- You want some help?

- No, I'll take care of it.

No sense both of us freezing our asses off.

Oh, boy.

- Get out of here.

- Excuse me, miss Thornsen.

Hey, Eric, old buddy.

How about a shot to take the cold off you, huh?

- You don't have to ask me twice.

It's cold as hell out there.

- Come on in.

- Here you go. - Thanks.

- All righty.

What do we toast to?

- Summertime.

- Summertime it is. - Yeah.

Hey, honey.

- Hi, I'm going to bed.

You coming up, honey?

- In a little while.

- Night, night.

Don't let the bedbugs bite.

- Good night.

- That's a very beautiful woman you got there.

- Yes, she is.

- You're one lucky man, I'll tell you that.

How long you guys been hitched?

- Going on three years.

- Three years? - Mm-hmm.

- Oh, wow.

Three happy years I can tell.

- Yeah, we have our ups and downs

just like everybody else.

- Yeah, well, I'll tell you what, Eric.

Here's to three more years.

May you be up more than you're down.

- Right.

- Beauty and class.

That's a hell of a combination, boy.

I'll tell you that.

Here's to money.

- Money?

- It's the only thing I like more than beautiful women.

- I'm not sure I agree with you there, Kale.

- Well, one begets the other.

You got money, you got beautiful women.

But heck, you should know that better than anyone.

The most beautiful women in the world come from Los Angeles.

- Okay.

- Chink, chink.

- Money. - Women.

Girls in Bakersfield ain't much of a challenge.

Know what I mean?

I mean they'll just screw you for taking them down to

the gas station and buying them a soda pop.

Well, you take a classy woman like your wife there,

she just ain't going to jump into bed with any old Tom,

dick, and Harry.

No, sir.

You got to have a lot on the ball.

More than a fast line and a big dick.

You know what I mean?

- It's getting a little personal, isn't it, Kale?

- Ugh, damn.

Now I've pissed you off.

Shit. Goddamn it.

Me and my big mouth. Me and my big mouth.

Tell you what.

- Here. - What?

- Go on. Give me your best shot.

- Nah, that's all right.

- Come on, show me what you got, big boy.

Show me what you're made of.

- All right.

- It's okay.

What the hell was that?

I thought you were a fucking marine.

I feel like a goddamn girl scout hit me.

Come on. Show me what you got.

Come on.

Come on.

Now we're both happy.

- I'm tired.

I'm going to go to bed.

- Oh, come on now.

You can't leave me now.

The party just started.

We got a half bottle to kill.

What's one more shot?

- It's all yours.

- Hey, okay. Come on.

I said I was sorry, didn't I?

Hell, I let you take a shot at me.

What more do you want?

- To go to bed.

- Hey, Eric. Eric.

To the marines.

- Okay.

One more.

- I knew that'd draw you back in, you son of a bitch.

- Give me my glass.

Pour it.

Semper fi.

- Semper fi.

Ooh.

Hot dang, I love this stuff.

Whoo!

- No, no, no, no.

No. No. No.

I'm going to go to bed while I can still walk.

Ugh. Oh.

- Hey, man, let me see that thing.

- What?

- Let me see your scar.

- It's just a scar.

- Come on. Come on.

I showed you mine.

- All right.

There it is.

- Heard it hurts like hell to get shot.

- Yes, it does.

- You know, my cellmate had a wound just like that.

- He did?

You mentioned Folsom before.

- You did time in Folsom? - Oh, no, no, no, no.

I wasn't in Folsom.

I was in Leavenworth.

That's in Kansas.

- Right.

What for?

- Armed robbery.

- Ugh.

- Grand theft.

Assault with attempt to kill.

- Ugh.

- Yes, sir, old buddy, cars certainly have changed.

Good thing for me I worked the motor pool in prison.

Who was the dumb bastard who said crime don't pay?

So much for the marine.

Lucy, I'm home.

- Eric?

- Guess again.

- Where's Eric?

- Yeah.

He had a little too much to drink, and as we all know,

drinking and hiking don't mix too well,

especially in this cold weather.

I mean, a person could fall off a cliff or something and

not be found till springtime.

- You going to stand there and talk all night,

or you going to come in here and fuck me?

- Why, miss Thornsen, you can catch your death of cold.

- Then what are you waiting for?

- Ugh.

Oh.

Ugh.

- Hey, good looking, what's cooking?

- John Steinberg.

Carrie B. Truman.

This is my favorite.

Gerald Dunwoody.

Are you really that stupid?

- What?

- Stolen credit cards, Kale.

What if Eric had gone through your backpack instead of me?

- Well, I guess I would have had to kill him a little

sooner, wouldn't I?

- Which is exactly what you were supposed to do.

- Oh, come on now.

I was just having a little fun with him.

Just wanted to see what this perfect,

little life you were living with lover boy was all about.

- Mm-hmm.

And you almost tipped him off what with all your

cowboy bullshit.

Oh, and coming into the bathroom.

Smart move.

- Hey, no harm done.

He's dead.

I threw him from the top of the summit.

Poor sap.

Goes hiking.

Falls off a cliff.

Oh, boy. What a shame.

What a shame.

Of course, if the fall don't kill him,

hypothermia sure as hell will.

And then, you're going to act like the sad,

sad grieving widow.

Then when things cool down, you and me are going to run

off into the sunset with his insurance and bank account

right in our saddlebags.

- Yeah, well, before you start spending my husband's money,

I have to report him missing and hope nobody asks any questions.

- Well, that's not going to happen now, is it?

Not with a cool cucumber like you.

Mm-mm.

We're going to get through this without a hitch.

I just wish we'd thought of something like this in the

first place.

- Well, the carjacking was your idea,

remember?

- Well, the son of a bitch can take a bullet.

What can I tell you?

- Let go of me, Kale. - Why?

- Because I said let go.

- Oh, you know what you want.

Goddamn it, bitch.

- Oh, you want me to kiss it and make it better?

- You want to play rough, huh?

- Yeah, well, what can I tell you?

Learned it from the best.

- Well, you haven't changed on bit, have you?

Hey.

Care to join me?

- No, thanks.

- I forgot.

You just drink champagne now.

Were you going?

- To get ready to go into town.

- I thought we were celebrating.

- Well, we'll have plenty of time to celebrate later, Kale.

- You know, if I didn't know better,

I'd swear you're feeling guilty about killing that

stupid bastard.

- What are you talking about?

- I'm talking about the long face here.

I mean, now that we finally did it,

the fucking catholic schoolgirl's starting to

come out now, ain't it?

Now you ain't so cold blooded after all.

Well, it didn't seem to bother you when I told you

last night now, did it?

Hell, no.

In fact, you got wet as hell.

- You're drunk. - Yeah, well, it's a good thing

I came back into your boring life now, isn't it?

Seeing as how you can't do your own dirty work no more.

- Let go. - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Well, you can change your name, Alicia,

and you can listen to your Mozart,

and take all the baths in the world,

but underneath you're always going to be Carolyn Alonzo,

the poor, little, white trash Princess who wished

she had class.

- You're right. Whatever.

- Yes, sir, Eric, old buddy.

You sure know how to burn up the page.

A regular scorcher. Hot, hot, hot.

- Oh, my god, what are you doing?

Kale.

Eric came up here to write a book.

Don't you think it might look a little odd if it

disappeared?

- Well, maybe he changed his mind.

- It was about him and me, Kale,

and it proves in his own words how much we loved each other.

- Well, how much did we love each other?

- Jesus, don't start, Kale, and would you please give me

- back his watch? - Why?

- Because, sweetie, it is engraved.

I gave it to him for his birthday,

and if it's missing, it could raise questions, okay?

- That's what I like about you, sweetheart.

Always thinking.

You still love me, baby?

Did you enjoy fucking him?

- Why is everything always about sex with you, Kale?

- Because I spent five years in fucking prison wishing I

had eyes behind my head while you were playing

Hollywood housewife, drinking champagne,

banging hot shot writer on silk sheets.

- Yeah, well, we don't have time for this, Kale.

- No, no, no. Answer the question.

- Ow. Just let go.

- It was killing me in that cell thinking about you

every day, and someone with their hands all over you,

and someone else inside you.

All's I had was a few memories and this goddamn photo.

Did you like it?

- Did I like what?

- Fucking him!

- No, Kale, I did not like fucking him, okay?

Come on, baby.

You and I, we're connected, okay?

Come on. Forever.

Don't you know that?

Oh, god.

Come on, we're wasting time.

Go get the car, fix the generator, okay?

- Well, what's the point of that?

I thought we were going to get out of here.

- The point is that I have to come back here and play

the worried wife for a couple of days while they go

search for Eric.

- All right.

- Hi, Mr. Butler.

What a nice surprise.

How nice to see you.

- Hi, name's Kale beechum.

I'm a friend of Eric and Alicia’s from L.A.

- Howdy.

- I'll go see the generator now.

- Oh, great. Thanks.

Yeah, that generator, like you said, nothing but trouble.

- Where's your husband?

- Eric? Oh, he went hiking by himself.

Told him not to.

What can you do, you know?

- Look, I'll get right to the point.

I'm looking for my daughter.

She's been missing for a couple of days.

And somebody saw her get in a pickup truck,

and I found a pickup truck a couple miles down the road,

and I followed the tracks straight to the door.

- Well, what can I tell you?

I'm...

- That looks like blood.

Something don't smell right around here, lady.

- You better get out of here, Jethro.

- Ugh.

- I don't think you got the point.

The point is curiosity killed the cat.

- Go to hell!

- Go to hell, huh?

That's good.

- What are you going to do with him?

- Throw him in the lake.

Now what the hell you looking at me like that for?

- He was looking for his daughter.

- So?

- So what did you do with her, Kale?

- I didn't even know his daughter.

- Yeah.

Did you kill her?

- She recognized me from one of those stupid TV cop shows.

- I see.

- I didn't sleep with her if that's what you're thinking.

- Yeah. - I just gave her a ride.

That's all I did.

- You know, it doesn't matter.

- Come on, baby.

You know I love you.

I don't do nothing behind your back.

- Let's just get this over with, okay?

- Okay.

Okay.

Let's just do something about that blood though

before it sets in.

- Get out of here!

Get!

Get out of there!

Go on! Go on!

Hey!

Get out of there!

- What the fuck are you doing?

- Oh, just tying up loose ends.

- Eric said he threw away the damn shells.

- Yeah, well fortunately, he told me where.

- Jesus H. Christ.

If you can't trust a marine, who can you trust?

Babycakes, I told you I didn't fuck her.

Don't you believe me?

- Oh, you think that's what this is about?

Jealousy?

Kale, you always did have such a high opinion of yourself.

No, sweetheart.

All this boils down to is money.

You didn't really believe I'd split it, did you?

- You said you still love me.

- Yeah, well, you know, that was like five years ago.

People change.

- Oh, bullshit.

What makes you any different now?

- Class.

I finally have class, which is something you'll never have.

- Ah, don't make me laugh.

Wait. Don't. No. Don't. Don't. Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait. No.

We're connected, sweetheart.

Don't you remember? We're connected.

- Yeah, well, I guess you could

consider us disconnected, sweetie.

- They're going to figure out you knew me from before.

- Yeah.

But you know, it wouldn't be the first time that a

jealous ex-boyfriend escaped from prison and goes looking

for trouble, you know?

Especially one as crazy as you.

- You bitch.

You've been playing this from the start.

- It won't do you any good to hide, babycakes.

- Ugh.

Son of a bitch.

- Ugh.

- You want to play rough, huh?

I'm going to tell you.

I misjudged you.

I didn't think you had it in you.

- Wait, Kale.

Just wait, okay?

Without me, all this will have been for nothing, right?

They'll pin it all on you, Kale.

- All right. Shut up!

All right.

Let me think about this.

All right. Get in the cabin.

It's too goddamn cold out here to think.

- What?

- Come on! In the cabin!

- Okay. All right.

- Ugh.

- Oh, god.

Oh, oh, oh.

- You okay?

- Yeah. Thank god, you're alive.

He killed Mr. Butler.

He told me he killed you, too.

- Did he hurt you?

- No, but oh, my god, your head.

We got to get you inside.

- Yeah, son of a bitch packed one hell of a punch.

- Yeah, well, you know, thank god it's all over.

- I just want to know who the hell he is.

We got to get to the police.

- Yeah, right, but not before we get you out of

these wet clothes.

- I know.

You get the car out of the garage, and I'll change.

- Okay. - Okay.

- Okay.

Ah!

I just can't take the chance that you know.

- Know what, Alicia?

I removed the firing pin.

Actually, I wasn't sure, but I guess I know now, don't I?

Who the hell was he?

- An old boyfriend.

He tracked me down four months ago.

- Four months ago?

The carjacker?

- That's right.

- And the man they sent to prison

had nothing to do with it.

- Congratulations, Eric.

You're finally catching on.

- Why?

- Oh, baby, I think I like this side of you.

- Why do you want to kill me?

- For the money, of course.

- I gave you plenty of money.

- Yeah, well, you know what they say.

You can never have enough.

- So you have Kale show up.

He disables the car.

He kills me. You kill him.

The poor bastard never even knew he was next.

Very nice scheme, Alicia, and love never entered the equation.

- Love. Eric, please.

Love is something you only find in the movies.

But people who make movies tend to make a lot of money,

so I decided to come to Hollywood.

- And find yourself a sucker.

- A girl like me never had any problems being invited

to the right parties, and at one of them I met the writer

of romantic holiday.

Sappy as hell, by the way.

Thought to myself, "boy, whoever wrote this shit

would probably be an easy con."

- And you were right.

- Yeah, well, everything you find appealing in a woman was

right up there on the big screen.

A perfect blueprint to make you fall in love with me,

and the rest, as they say, is...

well, I guess we know the rest, don't we?

- Yeah, I guess we do.

Come on, let's go.

- Oh, baby.

You're making a citizen's arrest?

How exciting.

- Ugh.

Stop this, Alicia.

Please.

I thought we had something special.

- For god's sake, Eric, what do you want me to tell you?

I'm sorry?

- Just stop. You can't run from this.

It's over.

- Uh-uh. No, Eric dear.

Like they say at the opera,

it ain't over till the fat lady sings.

Ah!

- Eric. - Susan.

- I thought I'd find you here.

- Hi.

- We have a publisher.

- Really?

- And they're already talking about a three-book deal.

- That's incredible.

- You should be very proud of yourself.

- I couldn't have done it without you.

- Hey, you're the writer.

- And you're the agent who believed in me.

- Oh, I just know a good thing when I see it.

We should celebrate.

- Celebrate?

- I know this great, new, little bistro downtown.

- I don't know.

I thought I might work tonight.

I mean, after all, I got three books to write.

- Eric, listen to me.

You have to stop doing this to yourself.

It's been almost a year.

You have to put this behind you and get on with your life.

- It's just...

- They have a great jazz band.

- Jazz, huh?

I'd like that.