American Crude Page #7

Oh, my, oh, my, oh, my.

Hold it right there. Don't move.

You're gonna be a star, I can

feel it in my bones, yes, I can.

I'm gonna be a star.

(GASPS)

Excellent.

I'm a star.

Yes, you are a star.

A real Rockette.

Perfect, yes.

You're gonna be a star, a star.

I'm so tired.

Oh, it's all right, honey.

You probably just

need a little rest.

(PHONE RINGS)

Yeah.

What?

I can't... l...

Jeez, I can't understand

a word you're saying. What?

That's not funny.

That's...

All right,

shut up, shut up, wha...?

You know better than... We're

on a cell phone, for chrissake.

Meet me at the club. Yes, now.

Turn the car around.

We're going back downtown.

(CLUB MUSIC PLAYING)

I want my money.

Isn't that f***ing rich?

That's a real side-splitter.

My best friend is dead

because of you...

and now I'm supposed

to pay you for that?

I did my part.

I set him up,

I made the phone call

just like you told me to, and...

Then everything

went f***ing haywire.

It wasn't my fault, Johnny.

I didn't plan it, you did.

To have my best friend killed?

No, I don't think so.

You wanted his wife.

You wanted to

destroy their marriage.

You wanted to set him up.

It was your stupid f***ing idea.

Now give me the money.

If anybody has the right to be

snippety right now, I think it's me.

It's always about you,

isn't it, Johnny?

What about me?

I have two dead men

floating in my bathtub.

You think you got problems?

How am I gonna explain that?

Yeah, well, you got

something right, sweetheart.

That's your f***ing problem.

It's gonna be

your f***ing problem

if you don't give me my money.

That's right,

I will tell the cops everything.

How you enticed me,

an ex-client,

to do your dirty work for you.

You probably would lose your

license to practice, Johnny.

Well, there you go.

There you go.

I don't ever wanna hear

from you again.

(ANSWERING MACHINE BEEPING)

WOMAN:
Hello there, Billy-boy.

Did you happen to lose a little

card with your number on it?

You rocked my world tonight.

I just wanted to tell you,

you've never done me

like that before.

I hope you

enjoyed your big gulp.

Toodle-oo, kiss, kiss.

(ANSWERING MACHINE BEEPING)

What the f***?

(REWINDING)

I hope you

enjoyed your big gulp.

(DOORBELL RINGING) s.

All right. Come in.

Is this the home of William Fox?

You know what?

Right, it was funny the first

time and everything but...

I'm not... I just...

I can't do two of you.

Excuse me? Ma'am, there must

be some misunderstand...

Look, I am not in the mood

for two big black d*cks...

flying around in

my face, all right?

So why don't you

get the f*** out?

Calm down.

Let's try this again. Is this

the home of William Fox?

(EXHALING)

Do you know William Fox?

I'm... I'm his fiancee.

I think you'd better

take a seat, ma'am.

We have some

difficult news for you.

It's about your fiance.

(POLICE RADIO CHATTER)

(PHONE RINGING)

Hey, Olivia, how are you?

What?

Wait... Calm down, now. I don't

understand what you're saying.

What... What do you mean,

Bill's dead?

No, no, that...

I... That can't...

Okay, just hold... Just hold

on a second, all right?

Where are you?

Identify the...

You want me to meet you where?

Can I help you, bro?

It... It's him.

Oh! (CLEARING THROAT) Right.

Shall we?

I know this is difficult,

but just to prepare you.

He's been electrocuted, burned,

so this ain't gonna be pretty.

(OLIVIA GASPING)

Is that him?

(S Yeah. NG)

More or less, yeah.

Could we...

Could we just

have a moment alone?

Me and you?

Me and everybody but you.

Oh!

Right. Time allotted for that.

Grieve away.

Jesus, Johnny.

What the hell happened?

( STUTTERING) I... I...

I came home to a message

on my machine last night...

that was clearly from a

woman who he had slept with.

What, the hooker?

The hooker?

(SIGHING) Look, we stopped

to get a pizza, all right?

Phil and I went inside.

Bill was f***ed up

so we left him in the car.

We came out, he was pulling away

with what looked like a hooker.

That's just f***ing great.

Yeah, a f***ing hooker a week

before the wedding? God!

Don't you think it's better

you found out now?

Oh, Jesus, it's my fault.

I... I pushed him away.

I would hardly call sleeping

with him every night

"pushing him away."

What are you talking about?

Bill said the two of you

slept together

every single night,

no matter what.

(SCOFFS) I haven't had sex

with Bill in three months.

Not since Puerto Vallarta.

I just couldn't.

Okay, yeah, because I...

I thought that I...

I'm really glad to hear that,

that's a relief.

What's a relief?

I'm just glad

that Puerto Vallarta

meant as much to

you as it did to me.

Oh, right!

You think that because

I haven't had sex with Bill

since you and I?

Say it, all right?

Say it. Made love.

(EXCLAIMS) Oh, please, Johnny,

I was practically passed out.

You can't make love

to somebody who isn't there.

Well, you can at least try.

Oh, Johnny.

What is the matter with you?

What about Jane, hmm?

I don't think Jane has to know.

At least until we know

what the next move is.

Ah!

Well, there isn't really

gonna be a next move

because I already told her.

What? Why would you do that?

Because I don't want to have anything

to do with you anymore, Johnny.

(SCREAMS)

OLIVIA:
F***! Jesus!

(WHISTLING)

That girl looks like

she just saw a ghost.

He just fricking moved.

Rigor-mortal spasm.

Happens all the time.

So if that is Mr. William Fox, and

you're able to speak up for him...

I'm gonna need you

to sign on the dotted line.

You going somewhere?

Yeah, Puerto Vallarta.

Thought I might

get a little action.

So how was your

swinging cock fest?

It was good, fine.

Everything went fine.

How was the shower?

Yeah, fine. Everything was fine.

Uh... How long you going for?

That's my suitcase.

What?

That's my suitcase. It's not your suitcase.

That's mine.

Can I borrow it?

No, it's part of a set.

I really rather you didn't.

I'll be careful with it.

I don't think I

wanna take the chance.

No, I a Jane. Of here.

Now, listen, okay?

Please.

Jane, listen, don't go.

Look, don't go, okay?

I slipped up, I know.

I was drunk, I'm sorry.

- Yeah, well, you got Olivia pregnant.

- What?

So I think that qualifies as a

little bit more than a slip-up.

Olivia's pregnant?

Yeah, that's right.

Congratulations,

you're gonna be a daddy.

Wait a minute.

Listen, listen, Jane,

Jane, listen.

Let's work this through, okay?

Let's just talk about it. You don't

wanna go, you don't wanna go,

You shouldn't go.

Yeah, you know what?

You're right.

JOHNNY:
Okay.

JANE:
You should.

Jane. Jane, come on.

It's Mr. Grand.

Your parcel is wrapped

and ready to be picked up...

and I must say,

you'll be quite pleased.

It's a very

pretty little package.

Pretty little package, huh?

See, like I was saying...

this guy, Enrique,

and a couple of his friends...

they put me up in the Hilton

and they had their way

with me all weekend.

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