88
Aster!
Aster, we have to go!
They're gonna kill us!
I hope you're hungry.
Excuse me?
That's a lot of food, honey.
Here you are, boys.
- I'll be right back with your coffee.
Thanks, sweetie.
Two honks.
Here you go.
This isn't mine.
She's got a gun!
Put down the weapon
and get down on the ground!
are you, sweetie?
Hands up! Drop it!
Put it down, put it down!
Flamingo!
Come on!
Put it down!
Put it down, hands up!
Get out, get out!
Ma'am? Are you all right?
I am now.
What the heck are
you doin' way out here?
Waiting for you.
Thank you, Roy.
She's got a gun!
- Drop the gun!
- We have to go!
Get over here.
Are you ready to
tell Cyrus tonight?
No.
Wait, wait, wait.
- Cyrus doesn't like it if I'm late.
- Mmm-hmm.
Don't want
him to be mad at me.
We're leaving, doesn't
matter what he thinks.
Tell me more.
Come here.
Once we're gone
it's gonna be perfect, Gwenny.
Perfect.
Just like we always wanted.
Oh, my God.
- Hey, you've reached Aster...
- And Gwen!
Leave a message
and we'll get back to you.
Aster, it's me. I hurt
somebody, I think real bad.
I don't know
where I am, exactly.
Um...
I found a key,
the Starlight Inn.
Room 88.
I'm gonna go there, I guess.
If you could just come there
as soon as you can.
You get any fuel?
It means gas,
did you get any gas?
Do you know where
the Starlight Inn is?
Oh, yeah, sure. My ma has
Her name is Mary-Rose, or...
A waitress
is in critical condition...
No. Rose-Marie...
in Ginette's Diner on Route 79.
While no official
charges have been laid,
this photo was taken
at the scene of the crime.
...she used to date this guy,
Ken, or whatever, I'm not sure.
Maybe his name was
Bobby or something?
- Anyway...
- Do you know where it is?
It's two miles down the road,
Exit 103.
Uh... I don't think
you can do that in here.
What's your name?
Derrick.
Well, Derrick,
it's your lucky day.
See, I'm gonna let
you keep this car.
Because I don't
need it anymore.
Starlight Inn. Room 88.
Just come there
as soon as you can.
Now get this right,
Winks, don't f*** it up.
It's not every day my girl
gets a 500 on the range.
I actually don't think
it's that big a deal.
Of course it is! You're
a natural with that thing.
Hold it up, hold it up!
Pretend you're tough.
Here, let me do it.
Come on,
Gwen, we have to get up.
Are you ready to
tell Cyrus tonight?
It's not
that easy, Aster.
I'll do it tonight.
I wanted to tell you that
Aster and I are
leaving town for a bit.
Sort of permanent, actually.
Just feel like I need a new
start, no more bartending.
Of course, I'm gonna
finish all my shifts here.
I hope you understand.
Nothing's ever
coming between us, Gwenny.
Gwenny's mine!
She always has been,
always will be!
With her and Aster skipping
town, there's a lot of loose ends.
- I'd say she's become expendable.
Exactly.
That prick Aster
has affected her mind.
We have to fix this!
Kill them both!
Gwenny and Aster have to die!
Aster!
Aster, we have to go!
They're gonna kill us!
Gwenny's mine!
Aster!
Winks? No.
Anything for you.
Such a charmer.
Now get this right,
Winks, don't f*** it up.
Izzy?
Cyrus killed Winks,
he's dead in the tub!
- And Aster!
- Sorry, Gwenny.
But you're outta control.
What the f***
happened to you, Flamingo?
Everything's all f***ed up!
What the f***'s wrong with you?
Who are you?
- Come on, we have to go.
- No, please.
That guy almost
f***ing shot you!
We have to go because sh*t is really
f***ed up in a royal f***ing way.
- So come on, let's go.
- No, no.
What, did you have a
f***ing stroke or something?
Get your sh*t together,
let's go!
- No, please!
- Let's go.
We'll talk
about it in the car.
It's your lucky day.
In sports,
Name, miss?
Flamingo.
- Just Flamingo?
- Yup.
And how will you be paying,
Miss Flamingo?
Cash.
Smoking or non?
Just give me Room 88.
88's non-smoking.
F***ing A.
Who are you?
Let's go. We'll talk
about it in the car!
Jesus Christ, Flamingo.
Do you know how much heat we're
gonna have on our f***ing asses now?
We went over
the plan a gazillion times.
So I don't know how it went
from being a simple f***ing hit
to you shooting some f***ing
waitress in the f***ing face.
It's real simple, Flamingo. Two
honks. And you screwed it up.
Jesus Christ, you're a mess.
You're a f***ing mess and
why are you f***ing crying?
Since when do you f***ing cry?
All right.
Look, we'll go, we'll grab some grub, we'll
find a place and we'll talk this through.
Good?
Good?
Flamingo.
Let's go!
How's everything, hon?
That's a shitload of pancakes,
especially for a girl
who doesn't like pancakes.
Can I help you?
I know things got out of hand.
I'm here to make amends.
And you are?
And who are you?
Gwen?
Or should I say Flamingo?
I don't know what
your angle is here,
but your recent antics
ain't helping the situation.
We have a situation!
So, why don't you
and your new hairdo
finish your flapjacks so
we can go home and fix this?
We have to fix this!
Look,
sorry about Aster, Gwen.
Okay, whoever that is.
That's right.
That's all behind us now.
Time to move on,
together.
Hey!
Anyone in there?
Are you done?
You're coming with me
whether you like it or not.
Either of your own volition
or with a gun in your back.
Well,
in that case,
let's go.
Your coffee's sh*t.
Before you know it, Gwenny,
everything's going
to be back to normal.
Nobody f***ing move.
You just crossed
one big line, Gwenny.
This don't make no sense.
don't make no sense, old man.
Next time you boys disturb me,
I'll cut off your d*cks and
stuff them down your dead throats.
Let her go.
F***.
Sh*t is
seriously f***ed up.
We'll find a place and
we'll talk this through.
Good?
All right. It'll be fine.
Yeah, yeah.
Just hold that. Hold that.
So, Flamingo.
Gwen.
You're telling me
that you have no idea
what happened to your hand?
No.
And me?
- The plan?
- No.
Bowling alley? Sailing
across the ocean? Nothing?
Nothing.
But you do remember that Cyrus
killed your boyfriend, Aster, right?
Yeah.
You are a real
mind-bender, girly.
Must be why I like you so much.
Well, don't worry
about it because this time,
even better plan to kill Cyrus.
This time?
- Yeah.
- We tried to kill Cyrus?
Yeah, Flamingo.
What do you think the plan is?
That's what we were trying to do when
you accidentally shot that waitress.
Okay. I don't know exactly what
our relationship was before,
but I'm not a killer.
I don't kill people.
You're joking, right?
I think you're on your own.
No. No, no, no.
We made a pact.
I'm not backing down
from what we set out to do.
Cyrus killed the love of
your life in cold blood
and now he's
coming to kill you, too.
And if I just leave you,
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