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It's sad, isn't it?

I've been working with you seven years.

Seven years.

I always liked you.

Always looked after you.

I never trusted you.

Hyah!

Hyah!

If you lay her there

At the bar across the room

She looks like an angel

With her paint and perfume...

...and that is the secret.

That's the secret?

- Yep. - Yeah, she's right, Tes.

Everybody knows that already.

Yeah, why don't you tell us another one?

Fine.

Secret number two: fake it.

That's definitely not a secret.

It kinda is.

All right, so how does that relate to what we're doing now?

I'll tell you.

See, most women apply secret number two to one thing--

Sex. The rest of the time we're too real.

Too real because it's in our nature to be real,

which ultimately is a woman's downfall.

But faking it keeps you living in man's land.

Whoa! Who the fuck wants to live in man's land?

We're already living in it, guys.

All right, wait wait, let me ask you a question then.

Would you be faking it if you compromise?

'Cause you can't fake compromise.

You half can.

What the fuck does that mean?

Compromise is half faking. 'Cause if you weren't compromising half

you would have it all, in which case you wouldn't be faking.

You would be taking. For example,

guys compromise when they leave the toilet seat down.

They do it because they know they can't win.

And I'm not faking it 'cause I don't pretend not to mind

when they do leave the toilet seat up-- because I do.

Slow it down. How is that a compromise on your end?

Yeah, and I thought that you said we should fake it?

It's a compromise because I'd fake other things to get my way.

Or I'd take away the pussy.

What are you even talking about?

I think you're confusing yourself.

No no, I think it's just too complicated for you to understand.

No, it's not at all.

I get what you're saying. I just don't agree with you.

To me compromising is not faking.

Fine. Then we'll just agree to disagree.

Or we could agree that I'm right because that's a compromise.

Tell you what:

I'll fake it and we can agree on that.

Okay.

But you're compromising to agree on faking it.

I can explain it to you if it's too complicated.

I think she got you on that one, Tes, sorry.

Thanks.

Hey'

Kara!

- What? - Quit staring at that guy.

- I'm not staring. - Yeah, you are staring.

Do you know what the word "conspicuous" means?

Or do you want me to explain that to you as well?

- Kara, stop staring. - I'm not conspicuous.

We're the only girls in here with all our teeth.

We're very fucking conspicuous.

Okay, but what if that's our guy? I mean, didn't Mel--

Do you see an orange rig outside?

What do you guys think about Harry and Sally?

What about them?

You don't worry about them, Kara. They're harmless.

So what if we missed him? We spent, what? 20 minutes

with Deputy Elmore. What if he came and left?

So, Tes, what are we doing?

Do you have a plan?

Mel did say 2:30.

All right.

So I'm guessing she runs the place. And there's no way

this shit goes down here without her getting a piece of the pie.

If anyone knows anything, it's her.

Okay. Okay, great, I'll take her.

- Let's find out what she knows. - Mm-hmm.

- I'll take the door. - Guess I got the trucker.

I'm not even gonna say it

'cause you all know what this is.

- You be cool, Billy Bob. - Who drives the truck and where is it?

I said which one of you shitkickers knows where the fucking truck is?

I...

Don't wanna know your name

'Cause you don't look the same

The way you did before

Okay

You think you got a pretty face

But the rest of you is out of place

You looked all right before

Fox on the run

You scream and everybody comes

A-running, take a run and hide

Yourself away

Foxy on the run

Foxy, fox on the run

And hide away

You...

You talk about just every band

But the names you drop are secondhand

I've heard it all before...

Kara?

I...

Kara.

Don't want to know your name...

What? Did you just get out of the shower?

Yeah.

What the fuck have you been doing for the last hour?

I've been taking a shower. What have you been doing?

I've been putting gas in the car so we can get the fuck out of here!

All right, dude. Stop giving me shit.

Get yourself ready. Tes is going to be pissed.

Oh yeah...

See ya, peaches.

I'm up on the 11th floor and I'm watching the cruisers below

He's down on the street... - See ya.

Oh, my heart's in the basement...

Hey, I'm on my way out. I'll see you in a minute.

'Cause she's hoping to score so I can't see her letting him go

Walk out of her heart, walk out...

Excuse me, excuse me.

Uh, you're very pretty.

Look, you're not a--

- No. - Well, I just saw you back there

and I thought maybe--

I'm sorry. My nam-- my name's David.

Well, Dave. My friends call me Dave.

Now I know what to call out.

- Look, do you need a ride somewhere? - Does it look like I need a ride?

I don't know, do you?

You know what actually, Dave?

Um, my cell phone ran out of batteries.

Do you have one that I could borrow?

- Yeah yeah, sure. - Great.

- Here. - Thank you.

Mmm.

I forgot the number.

Thanks anyway. It's very sweet of you.

Maybe I'll

see ya around sometime.

So I lay down awhile and I gaze at my hotel wall...

What was all that about?

Fucking jerkoff thought he could pick me up.

- No. - So I thought

we could use some gas money.

45 bucks? Fucking jerkoff

tried to pick me up and fuck me for 45 fucking bucks.

Wow.

It's 40 more than I'd pay for your ass.

Ha ha.

- I'm just saying. And I'm phoning a cab

'Cause my stomach feels small, there's a taste in my mouth.

So what's the deal?

The deal is we're going to some shitty isolated diner.

- Where? - Somewhere across the river.

Why would Mel send us over there?

He's never sent us out of the parish before.

'Cause something big has come up.

Apparently someone's running a shipment along Mel's route.

Who?

Don't know, but Mel doesn't like it.

There's a driver who's picking up a preloaded rig down in the Gulf.

He brings it up the 220 and delivers the bricks to another driver

who's waiting with the cash.

- Who's the driver? - That's where we come in.

Mel wants us to get ahold of the shipment

and find out who the pickup is.

Which brings me to the best part of this whole operation:

neither man knows the other. They only know where the diner is.

So driver A isn't going to do something stupid

and risk getting caught with a load of dope.

He'll just drive away. And same goes for B.

I mean the last thing he's going to do is go crying to the feds

about his drug money getting ripped off.

We just make sure we get there before they do

and wait for one of them to show.

Hey!

What?

I was listening. Other side of the river. Fine.

It's fine? It's a big fucking deal, Kara,

so you might want to pay attention.

Mel wouldn't be too happy if we fucked this one up too.

Speaking of which...

- Yeah? - Man: South on the 140.

Other side of the swamp.

Look for an alligator crawling across the Chinaman's back.

2:30.

Well?

140 south, 40 miles.

What have we got here?

What's going on?

Evenin'!

Eve-evening.

- Little car trouble? Oh. - Yeah yeah yeah.

Oh, it looks like your tires are a little low there.

- Uh, yeah yeah. - Yeah?

- It sure is. - That's not good to be out here

at this time of night without any air in your tires.

No.

We got us skeeters out here the size of footballs.

If the heat don't get you,

they sure as hell will.

That's a recipe for problems right there.

First thing you're fixin' your tire. The next thing you know,

you're lying on the side of the road dying of heat exhaustion.

What's your name, pardner?

Indicott.

Because I'm-- I'm-- I'm not in the car.

I'm out of a pot.

I'm Indicott. Get it?

Which is where I wish I was right now

because I'm so tired and it's so so so hot out here.

It is hot, isn't it, Indicott?

Well, Indicott, what seems to be the problem?

You got a busted hose or something?

Some-- some-- something like that.

- I-- I-- I-- - Yeah?

I just-- I just-- I just can't-- can't-can't-can't

seem to manage this engine.

- Mm-hmm. - It's just-- it's just-- it's just--

I don't know what to do because

I gotta get to my girl. And she-- she's--

she's just as sweet as a daisy.

And this-- this-- this--

this thingamajig right here, it's just-- it's just--

it's just-- I-- I--

I just don't know how to handle motors.

Well, you're in good hands tonight, Indicott.

Why don't you step out of there for a sec, let me take a quick look at it?

- Would you? Thank you. - Yeah.

Hold on to this. I used to race big blocks down in Douglas Parish.

I know a thing or two about engines.

It's probably just a busted hose or something.

Cuidado. Cuidado.

Care-- care-- careful.

Careful.

God damn, it's hot out here!

You know, last year this time they hit about a buck 10 over in Bronson.

- Hmm. - Yep.

Wow!

I see the problem right here.

You bought Japanese.

Guilty.

Next time buy American.

- Yep. - It's my, uh, sister's car.

- Uh-huh. - I just drive it.

Yeah well, you tell your sister

next time she should buy American.

I hear the sound of falling love

As I wonder where you are

Hits the ground with a dead sound

Know you ain't got far

Too stupid and sissy like

To say that you want out

You make the eyes of a million girls

And think you'll make them shout

Dead sound.

Dead sound.

Dead sound.

Dead sound.

I used to take you on every time

That sparkle turned to black

I used to drag you through my streets

When you came crawling back

Your cheap words that you bought on sale

Won't help you through tonight

You make the eyes of a million girls

And think that's what they like

Dead sound.

Dead sound.

Dead sound.

And now you go through a million girls

And try to pick what's right

When nightfall comes and you're still alone

Do you feel it deep inside?

it's oh so cold on the other side

Where thoughts can turn you down

You make the eyes of a million girls

But I see no girl around

Dead sound.

Dead sound.

Dead sound.

Dead sound.

Hey, Dawn?

Yeah?

Does this feel funny to you?

No. Why?

I don't know.

Just that we're 40 miles from town.

I wouldn't worry about it, Kara.

What was the one good thing Mom used to say to us when we were kids?

Always make sure he wears a condom?

Oh no, wait. Sorry, Kara.

That was what she said right after your dad left town.

Oh whoops.

That's what she should have said to your dad when she met him.

Oh ho ho!

I'm serious.

She said she wanted us to trust in ourselves.

Okay, so I'm trusting in myself.

And I don't know.

I just-- I know something doesn't feel right.

Yeah.

You know what? I'm trusting in myself.

And everything's telling me that it is right.

And I know

Tes is a little tough, but I need you to trust me.

Can you do that?

Yeah.

Well, you know what? That's all right, Kara,

because you're probably just overthinking things like you always do.

- Are you joking?! - No.

I go along with every plan. What's wrong with you?

What? I have an opinion. Is that the problem?

Yeah, Kara, maybe that's the problem. I wouldn't call it an opinion,

but I think that might be the problem.

I'm just saying try enjoying it a little.

I am enjoying it.

- A lot, actually. - All right.

Well, when you really start, let me know, I'll pull out the video camera.

Yeah, fuck you. Fuck you.

- What are you guys laughing at? - Me apparently.

- Thank you. - Oh yeah? Why's that?

Dawn doesn't think that I can enjoy anything.

- Can you? - Really, you too?

- What do you mean "really"? - Why do you guys always

- have to team up against me? - Aww.

- I'm the nicest person I know. - Oh really?

You guys are full of shit.

Oh, we just pick on you 'cause you're little.

Fuck you. Look how big I am now.

- Okay, shut up. - You know what?

I'm the boss, okay? Everyone in here needs to shut up.

So I'm guessing she runs the place.

And there's no way that shit goes down without her getting a piece of the pie.

If anyone knows anything, it's her.

Okay, great. Great, I'll take her.

- Let's find out what she knows. - I'll take the door.

Guess I get the trucker.

All right, I'm not even gonna say it 'cause you all know what this is.

- You be cool, Billy Bob. - Who drives the truck and where is it?

Which one of you shitkickers knows where the fucking truck is?

Dawn!

- Kara. - Baby, please don't go

Baby, please don't go...

Baby, please don't go down to New Orleans...

Mmm.

I was gonna save it for later,

but since your radio sucks,

I got us some tunes.

Lucky for you some of us still live in the golden age.

Yeah? What age is the golden age?

Oh, the '80s. And not just the '80s,

- but Bruce Willis in the '80s. - No!

- Oh yeah. - Oh my God.

Get ready for "Respect Yourself" like you've never heard it before.

Hey, Kara, even you might enjoy this.

- Hmm? - Little Bruce Willis.

- Oh no. - Kara, you gotta hear this too.

- This is totally it. - No, I'm not supporting this.

- This isn't funny. - Shh shh.

Who even comes out with this shit? I don't believe it.

- No no no, girls, it's not funny. - Come on, Kara, get some learning.

Wow, you guys think you're funny, don't you?

- Oh yeah. - Tes, take this shit out.

Throw this shit out the window. This is my car.

Take the shit--

Come on, respect yourself... - Guys, ugh.

- Dawn, why are we being pulled over? - Just chill.

Respect yourself

If you don't respect yourself... - You gotta be kidding me.

Dawn, what's going on?

- Shit. - Fuck!

- What does he want? - Did you steal the tape?

- No, of course not. - I told you!

- Kara, Kara! Come on. - I told you. Did I not say it?

- Pull it together. Just for now. - Why don't you start listening to me?

Shh! Just be cool. Just fucking be cool, Kara.

- Evening. - Evening.

How are you doing there, beautiful?

It's hot, ain't it?

I can see you sweating over there, but you just wear it so well.

You're just as sweet as a little daisy, ain't you?

So where are y'all headed, way out here this time of night?

- Sorry? - I said

where are y'all headed, way out here this time of night?

Yeah, uh, we're just-- we're heading up to see some relatives.

A sick relative out in Chaparral.

- Chaparral? - Yes sir.

- A relative you say? - Mm-hmm.

All right then,

on the count of three

I want y'all to say the name of the relative

that you're going to visit at the same time.

One...

two, three.

Uncle Mel.

I'm just fuckin' with y'all.

Y'all didn't even have to answer that.

No, seriously seriously seriously, did it-- did it get you going?

'Cause that shit-- that shit never gets old.

Can I get your license and your registration, please?

Yeah. Um...

Actually, you know what? Um,

this is actually my brother's car, so I don't have the registration.

But think you could help a girl out?

That's all right.

We don't really get to do this too much way out here anyway.

- Can I ask why you pulled us over? - Oh shit, I'm sorry.

Your tire is low.

I can't have you drivin' out here with no air in your tire.

You don't wanna be changing a tire out here in this heat.

Miss...

Miss Samantha.

Now you were saying gray men--

That's right, Tom. The true friends

- Do not come from outer space. - Here we go.

I'm sorry, but from the gray men beneath the bedrock.

It's a hollow planet, Tom. It's inside of earth.

- It has to be. - Well, you've got

your Area 51 in Nevada.

Well, I know that you've probably not heard of Area 52.

Uh, I think I have. That's in Hoboken, isn't it?

Mm-hmm. Right underneath New Jersey.

Yeah.

I'm taking two.

Randy?

Randy?

Randy?

Are you in there?

You in there?

Randy?

Randy?

Fuck.

Fuck me.

Elmore, pick up.

Hey, Elmore, pick up.

Elmore, it's an emergency. Pick up.

We got a 10-27 down at Randy's stop.

Elmore, pick up. Randy's been shot!

Fuck me.

Yeah, boy, I'm telling you, this heat out here,

it'll kill you. And me,

I just-- I just wouldn't wanna

have y'all dying out here

and me having to call your mamas and give them the tragic news.

Yep, no no, we wouldn't want that either, Officer.

- Thank you. - Cuidado.

Cui-da-do.

You gotta be careful out here.

Now there's a truck stop just up the way.

I think y'all need to pull in there and get yourself some air in these tires.

Yeah, great, will do. Thanks, Officer. Sounds good.

In fact, I can follow behind y'all

and make sure that you get there in one piece.

No, we're fine, Officer. Thank you very much.

- We got it. - Mm-hmm.

Come on now, come on.

You ain't got to call me officer.

You can call me Elmore.

- Well, Elmore, uh-- - That's my name.

Elmore.

Elmore Huggin.

As in "you hug me, I hug you"--

it's a regular "hug in."

- You get it? - Mm-hmm.

Elmore-- Elmore Hug-ins.

I just crack myself up.

- Huh? - Yes.

- It's funny. - In fact,

you know what I'm gonna do? I can turn on them blue and reds

and I can escort y'all if you want to.

No!

No, really. Just following behind us would be fine.

- Are you sure about that? - Yeah.

It could be fun though. It could be fun.

Yeah. Bet it could be a lot of fun,

but, you know, we're really fine. But thank you so much.

All right.

You're the boss.

You ladies, now you be safe now.

Great. Thank you, Officer!

What the fuck was that all about?

Don't ask me.

This is it?

This is the big exchange point? Are you kidding?

Tes, why are there cars here? I thought you said this place was empty.

- Have I been here before? - Yeah, Kara,

it's probably the late night rush.

- Tes, are you sure? - What is with the 20 questions?

- Yes, I'm sure. - Hey, relax.

Relax. I was just asking.

I am relaxed. I'm very fucking relaxed.

Dude, don't get mad at me, all right? This wasn't my fucking idea.

Genius.

What do you want from me, huh?

- I don't know right now. - No no no, I think you do.

Tell me, what do you want from me?

I want you to acknowledge

that it's a little strange that Mel would even give us another job

after how bad we fucked up the last one.

Okay? And this is where he sends us?

I mean, call me crazy-- this doesn't feel weird to you?

- Dawn? - Why do you do that?

- Kara: What? What am I doing? - That--

questioning.

How long have we been doing this for?

- How long? - Are you serious?

Yeah. And how many times has Mel ever steered us wrong?

How many, Kara?

- None. - Right, none.

So what are you so worried about? What?

Look around, Kara.

There's nobody. No witnesses.

It's like the easiest job we'll ever do. All right?

In fact, it's probably why Mel sent us here--

so we can get our shit back together.

Think about it.

Hey, is Mel fucking you yet?

- Fuck you. - Fuck me?

- Yeah, fuck you for saying that. - Fuck you, Tes...

- Fuck you! - ...for bringing me all the way

out here and never fucking listening.

Chill, both of you! Chill.

I don't even know what you guys are fighting about any more,

but every time it's like fucking World War III.

I don't care what it is. We have a job to do,

so not one of us is leaving this car

until we are all fucking calm.

All right.

So there are these four nuns.

They're sitting outside of the confessional.

The first nun goes in,

and she says "Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned."

And the Father goes, "How have you sinned?"

She says, "I'm so sorry, Father, I looked at a man's penis."

The Father says, "Ahhh, that's terrible. I want you to say

10 Hail Marys and go out and wash your eyes with holy water."

So the nun says "Yes." She walks out, says her 10 Hail Marys,

up to that basin and washes her eyes out with holy water.

Second nun goes in, says "I'm so sorry, Father, I have sinned. Forgive me."

The Father says "How? How have you sinned?"

She said "I touched a man's penis."

So the Father goes "Ugh, that's even worse than the last one."

"I want you to go say 20 Hail Marys and wash your hands with holy water."

So the nun steps out, she does her Hail Marys

and washes her hands with holy water.

Suddenly there's a commotion.

And the priest comes out, he's like "Whoa, what's going on?"

Because the two sisters-- like three and four are fighting.

He's like, "Yo yo yo, Sisters,

what happened? What's going on?"

Fourth nun, who's been eavesdropping, steps out and says,

"I don't care what you say, Father. I am not washing my mouth

in that water after she sits in it."

Wow.

Nice one, Dawn.

- Dawn, you're retarded. - You really just told that joke?

I like that joke. My daddy taught me that joke.

That's even worse.

Right.

So I'm guessing she runs the place.

And there's no way this shit goes down here

without her getting a piece of the pie.

If anyone knows anything, it's her.

Okay, great. I'll take her. Let's find out what she knows.

- I'll take the door. - Guess I got the trucker.

All right, I'm not even gonna say it 'cause you all know what this is.

- You be cool, Billy Bob. - Who drives the truck and where is it?

Which one of you shitkickers knows where the fucking truck is?

Dawn!

Drop the gun.

Drop the fucking gun! Put the gun on the floor

or I'm gonna put your fucking brains all over that fucking table. Do it!

I'm not gonna ask you again!

You got three seconds to put it down or I'm gonna put you down

like fucking Thelma ands Louise there! Three.

Shut up!

Two. Listen, Jesse Jane,

this ain't "Jeopardy." You don't get a fucking option here.

Your only option is to put down the fucking gun!

- Eh, fuck it. - No no no no no!

- You put your gun down. - Fuck you. I'm not dropping shit.

All right, obviously-- obviously none of us

are gonna drop our guns, so let's just--

- let's just talk about it. - Huh?

You wanna fuckin' talk? This ain't fuckin' couples therapy.

The only one talking here is me and I'm telling you to drop the fucking gun!

I know! All right, all right, listen-- listen to me!

We'll both just put our guns down at the same time.

Would you shut her up?! Jesus.

See, I don't think you understand what's going here fully. Okay?

If you had any sense left--

and I'm bettin' big on you, baby, right now that you do--

I think you'd put that down before Mel gets here and fuckin' blows us both--

- Mel? - Yeah, Mel.

Big guy, blue suit, always has fuckin' pecans.

Oh. Oh oh oh oh oh.

Oh, that's right. You don't know shit, do you?

You know why? Because I'm in fuckin' control of the situation--

- How the fuck do you know Mel? - Oh, me and Mel, we go way back, baby.

- What? - That's right.

That gravy train that you've been on, it's over, so you might as well

give up now because there's no way that you're walking out of here.

What about the fucking dope? What about the dope and the money?

Dope? What dope? There's no fucking dope!

it's the-- the fucking money?

The only thing I know about money is our mutual buddy Mel

- pays pretty fucking good. - Mel wouldn't do that to me.

Mel wouldn't do that to me. Mel wouldn't fucking do that to me, all right?

- You're lying! - Shut up! Shut up! Shut her up!

Mel wouldn't do that?

I bet he told you that someone was infringing on his corridor,

is that right? That the story? That the one you got? Hmm?

And he sent you here to fucking figure out who was. Is that it?

Is that gettin' close?

Are you out of your fucking mind?

You think someone's actually running their own shipment along Mel's route?

You think he doesn't know what's going down here 24 fucking 7?

That someone's got the balls to step up in his shit?

And you think that if something were going on,

you think he'd send you three fucking bimbos

here to figure out who it was?

I mean, even I'm not that stupid...

and I never even got through high school!

You're slipping.

- You're getting sloppy, Billy. - What the fuck are you doin'?

What the fuck are you doin' wearing a cop uniform for?

The more prevalent question is what the hell are you doing here?

- Why isn't everything taken care of? - What?

What the fuck you care? You're not in on this.

I care because it's a hot fucking night

and I've been roasting outside for over an hour

and all your dumb ass managed to do was this.

Dumb ass? Fuck you!! Shit got out of hand!

These two Midwest tourist motherfuckers wouldn't leave

and this fucking cunt here and her two dead sisters

decided to shoot up the joint! I didn't plan for this shit!

Well, aren't you lucky that I showed up then, huh?

Yeah. So quit standing there with your thumb up your ass and help me out here!

- This bitch is volatile! - Calm down! Just calm down.

Now would somebody walk me through what happened here, please?

- They shot us. - What the fuck are you talking about?

- They shot us and they shot my friends! - Uh-- they?!

They shot-- they shot us!

You're the ones who decided to go all "Boogie Nights"

and fuckin' shoot up the joint, set off a nuclear fucking bomb in here!

They fuckin' shot Francine, Ronny.

- They fuckin' shot her! - Oh, that's sad.

Ronny, tell this chick what the fuck's going on with Mel and everything,

- All right? Help me out here. - I'll get to that.

Why is he calling you Ronny?

I thought you said your name was Elmore.

Why don't both of you just-- just put your guns down

before you two kids get hurt here, okay?

Fuck you! I'm gonna kill this fuckin' cunt.

Hey, you calm down. Ain't nobody gettin' killed right now.

I am calm. Don't tell me to be calm. I'm calm as a fucking kitten.

You're sweating like a junkie over there. You just calm the fuck down.

- What the hell is going on? - Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!

- Shut your fucking mouth! - Billy.

Who are you? Who are you?

Why aren't you doing something?

Me?

Shit, Tes,

you must have a lot of tears clouding those eyes.

Come on.

You don't remember me?

Come on.

Come on!

Come on!

I am the delivery guy.

Need anything else, honey? You good?

You all right, baby?

Damn, baby, wanna get in on the action...

That's the first decent piece of ass I've seen in this place all night.

Tell me again, what the fuck are we doing here, man?

Just relax, B. It picks up, I'm telling you, man.

Later on this place will be crawling with pussy.

- Fuck, this beer tastes like piss, man. - Yeah?

This place smells like piss, all right?

Why aren't we at Cabaret Club or-- or 4 Play, Zebras?

All right. Look around.

Look at our competition.

- What competition? - Exactly.

Any other place we're just a number.

- Here we get free fucking rein. - Free fucking rein?

Of what? King of the ugly bitches?

Seriously, I wouldn't fuck any of these chicks with your dick.

Davon, I'm getting herpes by just looking at these chicks.

Now I don't know what kind of chicks you're nailing,

but I've got a stack of hundreds burning a hole in my back pocket,

and I would rather let my pants flambe my fucking cock off

than pay any of these trailer rats to get anywhere near my dick.

I'm serious, fucker!

You need to relax, man.

I'm not sitting in some putrid shithole just 'cause

you don't feel like you're up for a little competition, man.

These bitches should be paying me to be in here.

- Oh boy. - Finish that shit

and let's get outta here.

Anything else you boys want?

Wow.

All right, thank you, God. This is what I'm talking about right here.

- I told you this shit was legit, right? - Whoo.

Baby, where'd you come from, huh?

Right over there actually.

You got a sexy mouth on you. I love that shit.

Look, what do you say you get off work early and we head out to my place?

Third floor, The Fairfield.

You know, I'd love that, but I gotta work, honey.

I'll make it worth your while.

That's sweet,

but unless you're gonna make it worth my while every day, I've got a job to keep.

She's got a point, B. You know, make it worth her while, man.

Fine. All right. Look, why don't you give me your number

and we can get together after you're off, okay?

I don't get off until 5:00.

But, hey, how about you give me your number and I'll call you, for sure.

Playin' me like a bitch now, right?

Look, do I look like a dumbass to you?

No, you look like a good tipper.

Tell you what,

For one of those bills, I'll hook you up with Charlene over there.

She'll take care of you.

She'll finish you off before you can even say "cock-a-doodle-do."

All right, fuck Charlene, okay?

I want you.

And I told you, I don't get off until 5:00, so next time.

Hey hey hey hey.

Come on, come on.

I think there's a little misunderstanding here, all right?

Come on, it's a simple question, all right? How much is it gonna take?

- Give him a number, he'll pay. - Oh no, I understand.

- Not for sale. - Everything is for sale.

It's just business, baby.

Now look, you're a smart girl, right?

Just give me a number and it's yours.

Okay, you want a number...

four.

Four. 400?

Inches. That's the size requirement for this ride,

and you're two inches under the limit. Sorry.

Hey look, bitch, I don't know who you think you are,

but this isn't a multiple choice question.

All right, now there's a simple answer and you're going to give it to me.

- Hey, man, what the-- ow! - Hey, man, what the...?

Take it easy, man. He's only playing with her!

You like questions?

Because I have got a multiple choice question for you.

You can A stay here,

pretend like you enjoy getting sodomized by George over there.

You might like it. Or B...

- Ow. - ...you can keep mouthing off

and get the record for the quickest loss of your teeth,

which I can make happen to you for no charge.

No charge!

Or, or C

you can pick up your jacket,

you and your boyfriend can calmly walk out,

drive away and never come into this club again.

- Now-- - Ow.

Cuidado. Cuidado.

I want you to think carefully

because I want you to make the right choice.

C, man! C, man.

He's sayin' C. You're gonna break his arm!

Ay carajo!

You want me to break his arm? Do you want me to break his arm?

No no no no!

- I can break his arm if you want me to. - No no no!

- You sure? - Ah!

Let your friend answer.

- Can your friend answer? - Yes yes.

- Answer. - C, C!

- C? - Please.

- "Si" as in yes? - C, yes yes.

- Or see, see? - C.

- C as in yes, I let you go? - Please.

- C? - C-

It's a good answer.

It's a good answer. I don't have to get bloody today.

- I don't have to get bloody today. - Yeah.

Adios. Go. Vamonos.

- Hey, fuck you, man! - Let's get outta here.

Wow. Thanks.

I'm Jessica.

Of course you are. It's a beautiful name.

The guy--

was he worth it?

What?

You know what. Come on.

Come on, come on.

You know what.

Come on.

Hmph.

20 bucks...

an old condom...

a punch card for helado latte.

Fucking maricon. He can't even drink espresso.

...Amex card.

Cono, it's a great haul.

You really cleaned up on this one.

What are you, a cop?

No. Not quite.

Huh. Well, that's too bad, isn't it?

A girl really likes a man in uniform.

And I'm sure that

men in uniform, they like you too.

You know you are much too special to be here.

- Hmm. - Huh?

Tell my boss that.

I don't need to talk to him.

I have someone-- someone who wants to meet you.

Come on.

Come on.

Wow, nice house.

- It is. - Yours?

I am just the delivery guy.

The gate is open, you just knock.

- Okay. - Hey!

Hey. Don't forget me.

And don't worry-- I will never let anything happen to you.

You will come out as fresh as a daisy.

I am for you!

I am for you.

I am hurt, Tes.

I thought you told me you love a man in uniform.

That was two years ago.

I saw you for 15 fucking minutes!

Yes, but I remember you.

You were always special to me. But, hey...

I won't hold it against you.

Mel never did encourage friendships amongst his staff.

Right, Billy?

You dumb dummy. How many times I tell you?

Don't open the door to my house unless I open it!

Hey, baby, how you doing?

Good to see you. You want a drink?

Get in there and get me some goddamn bourbon. Go on, git!

Shut the-- shut the fuck up!

I don't even understand you. Hey, baby.

Come on in.

She's just fooling around a little bit.

That's all. That's Darla. She's a good friend of mine.

Clean it up! Up!

Nice tits, but-- ugh!

Really, sit down anywhere. Feel free.

Not-- not-- wouldn't sit right there.

We had a little party here last night

and there was an accident in that chair.

But sit anywhere else besides that. Really.

Oh.

You know, I like pecans.

I love pecans, really. It's my favorite food.

I don't think God has made a better f--

food than pecans.

Thanks.

My God, I like 'em.

I mean that's just a-- what do you think?

- I don't know. - Allergies?

- No. - Not allergies?

Well, in that case, have some pecans.

I'm just playing. But I'm not.

But I kinda am.

I do like pecans.

They reduce your risk of gallstones.

I should know. I had one.

Hurt like a motherfucker right across here-- the abdomen.

I had it sonically treated.

Zapped it--

no gallstone.

Pete Rose had a gallstone.

Weird, isn't it, to think that Charlie Hussle

- had the same gallstone that I have? - Who is that?

Not a baseball fan?

Not really, no.

I wouldn't call myself a fan.

My mom used to take me to some minor league games.

- Your mom... - Yeah, my mom.

...Was a baseball fan?

She, uh, she did it for my brother really.

Dad not a baseball fan?

Not exactly.

I do find you interesting.

An interesting girl-- Tes.

With one S.

Wow, impressive.

You officially know everything about me.

Well, I don't know everything about you.

And I'm not sure it's official.

But yeah, I know some things.

And how is that?

I always try to find out as much information as I can

about the people I'm planning on offering a job to.

- A job? - Mm-hmm.

I already have a job.

I work in a little shithole down on Third and Caulson.

- Yeah, I know that. - It's a place called Spiro's.

- I don't know if you know it. - Spiro's?

- A strip club. Yeah. - It is a shithole.

- A strip club. - It's a dump.

A dump, a dump.

It's been dump for a long time.

I know it. I own it.

The reason I pulled you out of that bullshit nightclub

is because I thought that what I had to offer you

would be interesting,

something that's better than going to the bar,

going down there and talkin' to the local guys

and lettin' them touch you and just gettin' groped

- every night for three bucks an hour. - You know what? You got the wrong girl.

- I don't do that. I'm sorry. - Yeah?

Neither do I.

I serve drinks and I look cute. That's it.

You do both those things really well.

You also do something else really well.

You know what I'm talking about?

Do I look like a cop?

If I was a cop, I would have turned your dumb ass in by now.

Shit,

Ronny would have done that by now.

That was Ronny out there, you know.

Did he tell you his name?

Yeah, probably not. Anyway that's Ronny.

But I do empathize

with your problem.

Who doesn't want money? Who doesn't want it?

Who doesn't need it? Who doesn't have bills to pay?

I empathize to the 9th degree.

'Cause God knows it takes a special girl that knows how to do what you do.

Lifting wallets?

Yeah, that's a skill.

I would say that you've got some balls, woman.

You've got some balls that clank

when you walk down the street-- no offense.

None taken.

I gotta get another drink. I'll put a little bit more in there.

Let me get you one too. Come on, I'll buy you a drink.

Did I hear you roar?

Did you make him cry?

He is a businessman.

And this is just business.

But for me, Tes,

this is the-- the business of my heart.

Business of your heart?

The business of your heart?

You let us walk into this, remember?

My friends are dead

because of you, you fucking maniac!

What did you think was going to happen?

You think you were going to work for a few years,

collect your 401K

and retire to Boca Raton?

You are a drug pusher, Tes.

You exchange drugs for a living.

You're in my garden growing

On a summer night

Now the sky is folding...

Fuck Pete Rose.

It never looked so bright...

Fuck fucking baseball.

I'm a football girl.

I like Roger Staubach.

So don't sing me the goddamn national anthem like I give a fuck.

You think I was lifting those wallets just to jerk myself off?

See, I'm just a simple girl who appreciates a buck or two,

but that's not why I lifted those wallets.

I did it 'cause I'm good at it.

And fuck you for not noticing sooner.

So do me the goddamn courtesy

and stop talking to me like I'm your fucking

date on prom night, all right?

Like I don't know what you do.

Come on, let's not waste any more time.

I'm willing and able

because I can.

I marked you.

Pecan?

I prefer walnuts.

But I'll eat your fucking pecans all day long,

Mel.

Fuck.

God damn, woman.

Congratulations.

Come on.

Take a walk outside.

What do you know about coke?

Do you think you can bungle

$2 million worth of coke and just walk away?

This last job, it was your last.

You never answered the question, Ronny.

What the fuck are you doing here?

You know,

I am glad you asked that.

Actually, Billy,

I am going to need you to hand over the money.

All of it.

What the fuck are you talking about? What are you doing, Ronny?

Don't make this difficult, Billy.

Now there is an easy way

and there is a hard way

- and I will let you choose. - Fuck you!

Fuck me?

No fuck you!

What the fuck, Ronny? What the fuck are you doing?

I told you-- you can either do this

the easy way or the hard way.

And apparently you are choosing the latter.

I didn't choose shit, Ronny! Take your fucking gun off of me.

You have some dignity, Billy.

You are screaming like a fucking schoolgirl.

Now I am getting mine,

and you're going to get it and that's all there is to it.

'Cause I am done, Billy. I am done.

What about the cop? You shot a fucking cop, Ronny.

I didn't shoot the cop.

- You shot the cop. - Me?

What the fuck you talking about? I didn't shoot no cop!

You're fucking delusional, Ronny!

You think I expected you to just hand over the money?

What about Mel? What are you going to tell Mel?

That you shot me over the money

he paid me to get rid of these fucking bitches?

- You let me worry about Mel. - What's he talking about, Ronny?

What do you mean "What is he talking about"?

It's just a setup. Open your fucking eyes!

Can't you see the way he's acting?

He was gonna wait for you three bitches to be dead

and then he was gonna waltz in here

and he was gonna shoot me for my money!

Which, by the way, I don't fucking have!

You know you are half right-- half right.

See, after you steal the money,

you die valiantly in a shoot-out with the unlucky deputy outside

while trying to make your daring escape.

Then I take one of these unlucky ladies,

throw her in the trunk, take off and bang!

She disappears with the money and is never heard from again.

That's me and her, Ronny.

What about you? What the fuck you gonna do?

I was never here.

Wait, I thought you said there wasn't any money. What money?

The money Mel paid him to get rid of you three.

I told you it's not here. I don't have it!

Ronny, it's me Billy.

Why don't you put your gun down

and let's kill this fucking chick and let's get outta here together?

That is not going to happen.

I was planning on leaving myself,

but now that we are involved in this little pickle,

I'm going to have to take Tes with me.

Her? Come on, Ronny.

I'll-- I'll give you Jesse's half.

I'll give you all of it!

I thought you said the money wasn't here.

- Where is it? - No, it isn't here.

There's no cake here. I'll give it to you when I get it.

You know Mel. Mel doesn't let anybody handle the cash.

You of all people should know that!

- You are lying, Billy. - Lying?

I'm the only one here who's on the level, Ronny!

I don't think so.

I saw you. I saw the money.

Oh come on, Ronny.

That wasn't our fucking money.

What was it then?

It was this-- the tools!

- The guns! - Wait a minute.

Why is Mel doing this?

I don't know why you are so confused.

You know the policy.

Policy? What policy?

Do you think that Mel gives two shits about you?

He is not there for you like I am.

I have always been there for you.

But Mel?

No strikes. You fuck up once,

you are done!

Isn't that right, Billy?

He has always done this.

He is-- he is paranoid.

You remember that-- that chick he told you about?

The one that went on vacation?

Welcome to Cancun.

And in case the pieces are a little foggy,

this is why Billy is here.

And this how I fucked up.

I wasn't there to protect you like every other job.

I've been there for you every time-- every time.

But this one time, this last time...

if I had have been there, we wouldn't be in this mess.

What are you talking about?

You're fucked, Ronny.

Your stupid fucking plan is flawed.

This chick doesn't even know you.

Know me?

What the fuck do you know about love?

Tes, I know you see it.

I saw it in your eyes in the club.

What? What did you see in my eyes?

You can't tell me that it wasn't there.

I saw it. It was there.

There's nothing there. There's nothing there.

You know you are getting on my fucking nerves, Billy.

You think Mel's gonna stand for this?

And you think in your wildest fucking delusions

- This bitch is even interested in you? - Bitch?

You're going to treat this woman with respect.

If you call her a bitch again...

I will shoot you dead.

Now Mel is the reason why I'm here.

He is becoming careless.

He's becoming senile.

All he does is crack pecans all day.

That's why I'm retiring.

I came here to collect my pension.

And now I'm going to collect my girl.

Your girl?

I'm not your girl. I'm not your fucking girl!

This mess is because of you! You understand?

This is not because of Mel. Mel wouldn't do this!

I'm so glad you are such an expert on Mel.

How many times have you talked to him over the last--

three months?

Once?

I work with the guy every day.

- I know Mel. - Yeah, I know Mel too, okay?

I know Mel. This is just-- this is all just a test.

- It's a test. - You think this is a big test?

Does that look like a fucking joke to you?

We're all fucked! Ronny!

Will you please shoot this girl and let's get the fuck out of here?

I'm not going to ask you again, Billy, to calm down.

Fuck you, Ronny!

You know what?

Since you are being such a brave girl,

and Billy here is-is--

a whiny little bitch, I'm going to make a deal with you.

You don't have to tell me yes or no.

You just have to show me.

I want you to shoot him

and then we will walk away together

- and disappear. - Don't listen to him.

But if you don't,

I'm going to have to--

I will have to shoot you both.

He's full of shit.

He'll shoot you before you even get a shot off once I'm fucking dead.

Look at what he's doing-- he's double-crossing Mel,

now he's double-crossing us.

You don't want to end up like your friends here.

I'm telling you, he's a fucking liar!

He's gonna fuck you like he's fucked all of us.

He's gonna shoot us and he's gonna take the money.

Will you shut the fuck up, Billy, and-and-- and let--

let the girl think, for fuck's sake?

Let her make her own decision.

How do I know you're telling the truth?

I came in here freely of my own accord, didn't I?

- Liar. - I could have--

I could have did you both quickly like I did them, but I didn't.

He thought he could walk in here and put a couple in us,

but he's stuck! You're stuck, Ronny.

Tes...

marry me?

I love you.

I'm telling you, he's on the fucking insane train.

You're going to have to shoot him now.

- You're a fucking psychopath! - Make your decision.

Don't do it. He's insane.

- Two, one. - Don't.

Shoot him.

Don't fucking--

Shoot him.

- You can do it. Shoot him. - Don't.

I am so sad

that you make this decision.

We could have worked.

- I am sorry, Tes. - No no! Wait! I'll do it! I'll do it!

I'll do it. I'll kill him. I'll kill him. I'll shoot him.

This is great.

- I knew that you... - Don't--

...you would make the right decision.

--Fucking shoot me.

Don't shoot me.

There is no money.

Ronny, there's no fucking money!

Don't shoot me!

You need me to do the countdown again?

- Don't-- listen-- - Three.

- No, don't fucking shoot me! - Two.

- Listen to me. Don't fucking sh-- - One.

I'd write a letter

To my false true lover

Whose cheeks are like

The morning pink

Oh, love is handsome

Love is kind

And love is pretty

While it's new

But love grows cold...

What do you know?

As love grows old

And fades away

Like morning dew

And fades away...

Like morning dew.

Coffee?

Coffee's good for you.

It'll make you feel better.

I am...

done.

I am

done.

Don't even know who the fuck I am anymore.

I don't know who the hell the fuck I am.

I'm gonna tell you a little story, Ronny,

a parable.

You know what a parable is, right? Like out of the Bible.

- Yeah. - A long time ago,

these cowboys and Indians were involved in a big fight.

American Indians-- pre-casino, big fight.

Big fight-- arrows, bullets.

You know how it goes.

One of these cowboys--

let's call him Bucky--

Bucky gets himself captured by one of the Indians--

not just any Indian, the big Indian.

Big world-famous fucking Indian, Chief Running Bear.

So Bucky thinks he's fucked.

Thinks his life is over, he's gonna be killed.

But Running Bear, instead of killing him, he takes him back to the tribe.

And he forgets all about being a cowboy.

He forgets all his cowboy ways.

Old Bucky couldn't want for nothing.

As you can imagine, him and Running Bear

got very close. Very close.

Running Bear makes Bucky his consigliere.

Bucky makes...

heavy wampum.

Heavy wampum.

You know what happens next?

He makes a mistake.

- He just started to get restless. - Okay.

- He didn't have enough. - No no.

He starts forgetting everything that Running Bear had done for him.

He looks at Running Bear and he goes "Look at this motherfucker.

He's drinking too much firewater,

smoking too much peace pipe.

I can do it better than him."

He just says "Fuck it."

Then he starts fucking Running Bear.

And he fucks him.

And not no "Brokeback Mountain" kind of fucking.

You following me, Ronny?

The moment that he starts to fuck Running Bear,

he loses somethin'.

Do you know what he lost?

He lost fuckin' respect for him.

Respect.

Right. He's looking at lost respect.

In that moment

the cowboy loses everything.

He lost the thing that was most important to him.

And for what?

For what, Ronny?

So he could steal a couple more furs?

All I needed was to have something for myself, Mel...

something that would let me know who I was.

I've been working with you seven years.

Seven years.

I always liked you.

I always looked after you.

But I never trusted you.

Trust doesn't exist in this world, does it, Mel?

No. It does not.

It does not. I know you've been stealin'.

Was this, like, some kind of goodbye present?

All this?

Well, Running Bear,

he had a heart...

Once.

He had mercy.

He understood mercy once.

Can he set the cowboy free

in the desert

all alone?

How the fuck would Running Bear do that?

Set the cowboy free?

Well, I don't think that's going to happen.

He sets the cowboy free, he knows that eventually

someday that cowboy's gonna come back and start fuckin' him again.

What are we gonna do now, Mel?

You know what we do.

Maybe I fucked up,

maybe I made a mistake,

maybe I was desperate,

just trying to get something to feel, you know, anything anything.

But I ain't going back to the way I was.

Ain't going back to the way I was.

I wouldn't do that to you, Ronny.

I wouldn't send you back.

You know why?

Because Running Bear has respect.

There was never any money, was there?

Not for you, cowboy.

Why don't you tell me a story?

I liked that, uh, that cowboy story. I liked that.

Only this time, could you-- could you--

let the cowboy and the cowgirl

ride off into the sunset together?

Somethin'--

somethin' good.

Somethin'

with a happy ending.

I'm all out of stories.

Sorry, cowboy. Been nice knowing you.

On the banks

Of the river

Stood Running Bear

Young Indian brave...

On the other

Side of the river...

- Fuck! Stood his lovely

- Hey, baby. Indian maid...

Tes, what's up?

White Dove was her name...

But their tribes fought with each other

So their love

Could never be--

White dove was her name...

But their tribes fought with each other

So their love

Could never be

Running Bear loved little White Dove

With a love

As big as the sky

Running Bear loved little White Dove...

Toss it.

With a love

That couldn't die...

Walk you to the counter

What you got to offer?

Pick you out a soda Look at you forever

Walk you to the water Your eyes like a casino

You ain't born typical

Find a piece of silver As pretty as a diagram

Go down to the Rio Put it in my left hand

Put it in a fruit machine Everyone's a winner

Laughing like a seagull

You are fever, you are fever

You ain't born typical

You are fever, you are fever

You ain't born typical

Living in a suitcase Meet a clown, fall in love

Dying to have you over Clown around and break up

Take it to a jukebox That's the situation

Pick you out a number And that's our arrangement

Dancing on the legs of a newborn pony

Left, right, left, right, keep it up, son

Go ahead and have her, go ahead and leave her

You only ever had her when you were a fever...

- I got Elmore. I am a fever, I am a fever

I ain't born typical

I am a fever, I am a fever

I ain't born typical

We are a fever, we are a fever

We ain't born typical--

Oh my heart

You have won me over

With hot ashes

They burn my eyelids

Come, gone are the days

Where I bowled you over

With intention

So gray

So gray, so gray

So gray

So gray, so gray

So gray

Oh my love

You have won me over

With hot ashes

They burn my eyelids

Gone, gone are the days

Where I bowled you over

With intention

So gray pain

So gray

So gray pain

So gray.

Montgomery don't know our names

The empire closed down long ago

What I can't carry I won't claim

We were born with this sadness

In our soul, Lord

We were born with this sadness in our soul

Living

Forgiving

For going away

When life was getting sweet

The light that came through

When you stepped aside

Nearly made me blind

But I'm living

Forgiving

Like a bird that flies

On familiar skies

And yearns to touch down

I go my way

Sometimes lonely

Thankful for the love

That I've found, Lord

Thankful for the love

That I've found

Living

Forgiving

For going away

When life was getting sweet

The light that came through

When you stepped aside

Nearly made me blind

But I'm living

Forgiving

Living, forgiving.