A Fork in the Road

Is on your sik. Will Carson.

He's been transport

from county jail. Yeah,

a car blow a tired,

and drive to a ditch.

I don't know Carson hurt or not,

just send dogs because

we losing daylight fast.

Wait!

Wait, wait. I'm not

gonna hurt you.

Oh, what the hell...

Stop it.

Listen, I try to

find kitchen. -No!

Stop, stop, stop.

I'm not hurt you.

You stop it and

listen to me. Please.

Stop it, please.

Stop.

Stop, stop. I'm not

gonna hurt you.

You hurting me.

-I'm not gonna hurt you.

Stop fighting with me.

I'm not gonna get off,

to until I know you'll

stop. OK? -Who are you?

I'm escape convict, OK?

I'm despaired, OK?

I can do anything.

I'm not even show you,

what I'm capable of. So,

don't try anything! You get it?

All right.

What do you want?

What I want?

I want, I want...

money, cloths, food

and the way out of here.

Fine, just take what you

want and go. -I just try to do

when you come back.

-I'm not gonna stop you.

Lady, you already stop me.

You know I'm here,

that's screw everything up and now

I must figure out what to do with you.

You are really hurting me.

Move slow.

Get off.

-Slowly!

Slowly. Slowly!

Slowly!

Look at the bleeding.

You make me stop my tough.

I'm sorry, you kind of

surprise me. -Well, I'm sorry,

I didn't know, you

will been in my closet.

Next time I'll lock the door.

Look,

I know I can promise to you,

I will not call the police

after you'll left me.

Maybe could a...

Tie me up. That will give

you a good head start.

That's not gonna work.

So, you gonna kill me?

Is that the kind of

person you are?

Hold a second. I'm not

the murderer here, OK.

What that supposed to mean?

Lady, I was in your barn.

I heard the shoot.

Yeah, I saw you drag the body

out and stuff him in the trunk.

So, don't point

your finger on me.

Sit. -What?

-Can I sit?

Yes, you can sit. Yes!

I mean, how do you even

get rid of the body as fast?

Get rid of it?

Get rid of it?

-What?

They were road blocks on the

highway. They were everywhere.

I can't get anywhere.

I have to come back here.

Oh, sh*t.

You are the reason why

there road blocks?

At your fault I couldn't

get rid of the body?

What I will do? If I knew

you gonna kill your husband

and I wouldn't

made the plans, believe me.

You expect somebody?

-No.

Oh, my God.

It's a Sheriff.

Maybe something

I'm not home.

We talking about the lights in your

house, yours car parked in front.

What does he want?

Me.

So, what I'm

suppose to do?

Come on.

Just remember, if I go down,

you'll go down, all right?

Now, I want to wash

the blood from your hands,

put the robe on and

answer the door.

Tell him, you just getting

into the shower but do not

let him in. Do you think,

you can do that?

I don't know.

I can't do that.

-Fine, I'll do it.

I'm sorry to badger you mam,

I'm Sheriff Thompson.

I don't want to alarm you but

we had a prisoner escape

couples of miles down the road where

alerted everybody in the area.

This is the man we

looking for.

Is he dangerous?

-Any prisoner who risk escape

we considered dangerous.

Are you alone here, mam?

Oh, no. My husband is

on the way home.

I want you lock up as a precaution

and if you see anyone or

anything unusual,

please report it.

OK, have a good night now.

You too. -All right,

thanks. Thanks.

So, they will alerted all the neighbors

and they will block out all roads.

They wasn't for you, I would be

finished and back right now.

Oh, so, the dead body in your

trunk that's my fault now?

So, how may I suppose

get rid of it?

Are you really broke it up

all about this, aren't you?

Don't talk to me about things

you know nothing about.

All right, is another

way out of here?

What do you mean?

Like a back road or something.

Something we can go around

the highway?

-There's a force service road,

but I don't know how good

it is and I'm not gonna drive

there by my selves at nights.

-Well, I can't stay here either.

And I'm not gonna

get very far with this...

things all over the place.

My only chance

is to get to Mexico.

Good luck.

You are my good luck. Look,

I will help you, get rid of the body.

OK? You help me get

pass those roads blocks.

I'll drop you somewhere

down the road.

What I suppose to do?

Take a bus back?

Let me put it

see this way, OK?

If they brings the dogs in,

which they probably already have,

they might pick up my scent

and they'll fallow me here.

And if they'll search the house,

they gonna find the blood

and not to mention you

and me standing here arguing

by how not to get caught.

This wasn't be happening.

None of this is my fault.

All right, all right.

Look, look.

You still have a chance...

Jesus Christ.

You still have a chance

to get out of this. OK?

They are looking for me.

They non looking for you,

yet...so, I just...

Look,

I really like to start

cleaning up now,

if we can fit with the

emotional schedule.

Let just get it over with.

Great. I...

Ok.

Ok, slow down. slow

down. Stop up there.

Ok, this is good place as any.

This is just curiosity.

We playing doing

with the body.

What do you mean?

Why you shot him?

-I didn't plan to shoot him.

Your turn.

You want me to do?

It's your body.

Isn't that deep enough?

More effort, maybe.

Ups, sorry.

Hey! I can use some

help here.

I don't want to touch him.

Look, I can dumb

him here on the road

and take the car with or without

you. So make up your mind.

I hope he deserved.

-He did.

You gonna say some

words or something?

Hey. We are not

done here yet.

You start.

Oh, my God.

He is alive.

You think?

April, I gonna kill...

Stop, stop, stop.

Stop, stop.

He's alive.

-It's good. -What?

He tried to kill me. He's

gonna kill you. He's mad.

Forget it. Look, if you gonna

kill him its murder right now.

It's just a domestic abuse.

What? -He's your husband,

you can still work things out.

Not exactly.

Why?

He's not my husband.

Excuse me. -My husband is

Karl. That one is cheater.

My last name is Dumas.

Is not your husband

why you shoot him?

Do we really have to

go in need this now?

Now will be good, yeah.

He wanted money from me.

Why?

For something

that I didn't do.

Like?

What? -He at photograph of me

in some cheap motel room doing

things they are...I even

don't know what they are...

and he drug me and I think

that's how he got me there...

Look like I sleep with him,

but I didn't do.

OK?

Ok, so, he blackmail here.

-Well, what do you think I just said?

Did you give him,

I mean, money?

No, that's why I shoot him.

He came over to the house,

threating to show Carl photographs

and you don't know Carl.

If Carl ever saw any of those pictures,

I mean it, even he can

thought I having affair.

He would kill me.

Where is Carl now?

He's run a business

for a couple of days.

That's why he came that fat,

greedy pig in the first place.

When I think put his hands over me,

I get shoot him all over again.

I'm judging from the

first time you shoot him,

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