American Crude Page #4

Oh, damn, that right there...

That's the good sh*t, right there.

JOHNNY:
That's silicone.

BILL:
Silicone?

JOHNNY:
Silicone, that stands

up like good soldiers.

No, that was a crime

when they outlawed that.

No, the silicone...

the good stuff,

the hard sh*t.

You know, the saline?

The saline sucks.

Saline is like a baggie

full of water, you know?

I could buy a goldfish

if I wanted that.

I never thought

about it like that.

Well, what do you

think about, Phil?

Killing Cindy.

Where I'd bury her body.

All right..

I don't know why a woman

would do that to her body.

What don't you understand?

It's gotta hurt.

Maybe she wants bigger tits.

Yeah, is it the... He gets it.

I think you're on to something.

Or maybe she's a victim

of media-driven propaganda.

Maybe she thinks

unless she has huge tits

she's not going

to be good enough.

- Some aesthetic they can't live up to...

- "Blah, blah, blah, victim..."

Listen, you know, she's got fake tits.

You've got money.

You think that that

puts you in control?

End of the night, she goes home

with the tits and the money.

What do you go home with? Him.

(CHUCKLES)

Look at her. Look at her.

You see those tits?

You think those are tits?

No, that's not tits.

Meal ticket. Meal ticket.

The bigger the tits,

the better the prospects.

You get rid of those hooters,

what is she?

- Hooter-less?

- Yes, exactly, she's hooter-less.

Would you go to a place

called Hooter-less? No.

If they have a good buffet,

it could be popular.

(CHUCKLES)

I am so wasted. I gotta...

We gotta go. I'm wasted.

SPINKS:
Why are we

following the little dog...

when the big dog

has all the money in the safe?

CARLOS:
The little dog's got

keys to the big dog's apartment.

Big dog's got big guns.

That makes sense.

So where is he going?

The cash drop-off

at the bus station.

- We gonna do him at the station?

- Come on.

You think I put on

this outfit for you?

Yeah, doll, you know.

Come on, come on, business

before pleasure, let's go.

It's not easy at

a time like this

to put into words

what it means to me...

to have the privilege

of knowing you.

To know that there will always

be someone there...

no matter how

tough times are.

Someone you can share your

deepest, most intimate feelings...

fantasies,

your disappointments,

your deepest desires.

Someone you could trust

with your life.

Someone like Olivia.

To my best friend.

Cheers.

Merci.

Hey, boozie,

let's get a chilidog.

(C Uh.ES)

Is he all right?

Are you all right?

You wanna pull over?

I am seriously

f***ed up right now.

Here. How about a pick-me-up?

You really are the f***ing

devil, you know that?

(CHUCKLES)

Let's just say

we run in the same crowd.

Ah.

Attaboy, Billy.

Just like riding a bicycle.

Ah.

(BLOWS AIR)

BILL:
F***.

(CHUCKLES)

Why are Food. Opping?

Soak up the alcohol before we

take you back. Come on, Phil.

I'm gonna stay here.

You don't want food?

Yeah, I'll take some.

Come on,

I'm not carrying it myself.

Hey. Hey, you can't leave

the car started here.

Hey, you can't...

(CAR DOOR SLAMS)

Can I do something for you?

That's funny. I was just about

to ask you the same thing.

Well, can you tell me what the

f*** you're doing in my car?

Surprise.

You've won a trip for two

to the sleazy motel

of your choice.

What the f*** are

you talking about?

I bought her for you.

You can do whatever you want to her.

Right, sweetheart?

Anything your

little heart desires.

- I can't do that. I'm practically married.

- You're not.

Now, will you go

easy on yourself?

Go out and have some fun?

Hey.

- Taxi.

- Where the f*** are you guys going?

Have fun.

I'm too wasted

for this bullshit.

Everything is

going to be just fine.

Is that a lamb,

or is that a lamb?

That looks like

a very unhappy little lamb.

Maybe she's lost.

Maybe she's lonely.

Maybe she wants to be a star.

Come on, flip a U-ey.

What?

Flip a U-ey, ese, a U-ey.

Hey, are you okay?

I'm fine.

You don't look so fine.

I'm just a little upset,

I guess.

Hey, are you a model?

What?

You know, one of those girls

in the magazines.

No, not really.

Not yet, I guess.

Hey, I happen to have a friend.

He's a bigtime photographer.

He's always looking

for new talent, you know?

Fresh faces.

Really?

Yeah, he's hot.

As a matter of fact,

he's looking for

models right now.

And I think you'd be just right.

Wow, that would be amazing.

Do you have an address...

where we could send you

some information?

Not right now.

I ran away.

Well, I could just walk you

over there, see what he thinks.

Well, it's just that

I don't really know y'all.

And I mean, I'm sure you're fine

and everything,

you seem real nice.

- But I kind of...

- I ain't gonna bite you or nothing.

What have you got to lose?

You could be

the next Cindy Caulfield.

Who knows?

Okay, all right.

Why not, right?

Hey, you want a date?

Not interested.

- You don't like the way I look, huh?

- F*** off.

Or what?

You a f*ggot, huh? What?

You don't think I'm sexy enough?

Pretty enough? Or young enough?

I can get them young for you,

real young.

How young?

Oh, you like the babies, huh?

That's right.

I got a boss who

likes them young.

His name Enrique?

Your boss, Enrique.

You know my boss?

In the biblical way.

Yea Yeah.ht.

He gangbanged me

with a couple of his friends.

You know what? You look

like one of those guys.

I don't know what kind of game

it is that you're playing, huh?

But you better walk real fast

before I put a

bullet in your head.

Keep walking, b*tch.

I'm walking. I'm walking.

Look, I'm walking.

Drop your piece, motherf***er.

Ok Yeah.ay.

F***.

You f***ing, stupid-ass n*gger.

(MOANING)

(POLICE SIREN)

Hey, driver,

pull over at the corner.

Whoa, where you going?

I got business to take care of.

If you're gonna

pick up your wife

don't mention anything about...

Whoa, what are you thinking?

I'm going home.

I gots me a date with Miss May.

Here you go. Take him

home, keep the change.

Oh, thank you

very much, very kind.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Forward ho.

Oh, God,

I can't understand anything.

God, please.

That was not my cocaine.

I don't know her, I was...

I was just giving her a ride.

You gotta believe me.

Shut up.

2-Sam-4-3 requesting backup.

It's my bachelor party. Haven't

you ever had a bachelor party?

You have to listen to me,

I can explain this.

Officer, please,

this is going to ruin me.

I'm getting married next week.

Officer, please?

What are you

going to do now, puta?

What the...?

Oh, Jesus.

Holy sh*t.

That hooker has a gun.

What are you doing?

This hooker's got a gun.

Let's go.

You can't take a cop's gun.

Shut up, let's go.

Sh*t, she's coming after us.

What are you doing?

(GUN COCKING)

Sh*t, go.

Passports.

I want the money tonight, Johnny.

Don't disappoint me.

Yeah, I'll be there.

What happened back there?

Look, I can't just keep walking.

We have to go to the police.

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