Angels in Stardust Page #5

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Don't you talk to me

like that, young lady.

I hate you!

After all I've done

for you, you snot!

Get off me!

Stop it!

You're bad.

You're bad people!

I hate you!

I hate you both!

You're ugly

pieces of hose-beast!

Pleasant!

Pleasant!

Christ.

Gosh damn it.

What did he call us?

I don't know.

He hears things and mixes

'em up sometimes.

Damn it.

I'm not no home-wrecker.

You're getting older now.

You need to be

finding yourself a man

like I did when I was your age.

I don't know how much longer

we can live under

the same roof. Get me?

Yeah, I get you.

Pleasant.

Sorry.

I'm really sorry.

I, uh...

I love you more than anybody.

You know that.

Hey, you and me has gotta

always be friends, okay?

No matter what.

You promise?

Promise.

Okay, let's go.

I don't like it under here.

Where we going?

I thought we'd head

over to the cemetery,

see what's doing.

Y-You ever been?

Oh, not at night.

Ah.

What's that?

Oh, it's... it's, uh,

Buzz Biker's Easy Living.

It's cheap, but it's good.

Um, no, thanks.

You gotta loosen up, Vallie Sue.

All that's gonna loosen

up is my dinner.

There she is, darling.

Wow.

It's huge.

It surely is, darling.

Come on. Let me

show you the works!

Whoop!

Hey, is that Cody's car?

Uh, yeah, it is.

Aww.

He brings Lisa here?

That probably ain't Lisa.

What are you... No.

Vallie, stop!

What are you...

Can't be bothering people when

they got their heads down!

Hey!

Jesus.

I knew it!

Vallie.

What are you doing here?

I can't believe you, Loretta,

or you either, Cody.

Boyd!

Boyd, get the hell out of here!

What's the matter with you?

I'm trying to get her.

Vallie...

Get your shirt on!

Get out of here!

Please, I told you,

Vallie. I told you...

Hey, y'all two got no class!

You know that?!

No class!

Where you going?

I don't do orgies, moron.

Lonnie, get this b*tch

out of here.

She's spoiling the vibe.

Hey!

Get your hands off me!

God damn it!

What's the matter

with you, you jackass?

You trying to kill me?

Wait. What? Wait!

You can't leave me here,

you dirty, lowdown scum!

S-So now what?

Home.

Yeah.

I don't want to preach, Tammy.

Then don't put yourself out.

But I think coming out in

the middle of the night

gives me some rights.

You're too old for this, dear.

Really?

How old is fitting and proper

to get chucked off a bus

into a mud hole?

You know what I mean.

How many of those girls

with you tonight

had two kids at home?

We didn't trade family pictures.

Not many, I bet.

I thought you didn't gamble.

You're not a young mare

anymore, dear.

You got miles.

It's time for you

to face up to it.

It's time for you

to settle down.

It's time?

When's it my time?

Hey, Vallie Sue.

Mickey.

Come here a sec, darling.

Come on.

Yeah?

So I heard that,

uh, you and Boyd,

y'all set the Guinness record

for short dates last night.

Who told you that?

Well, it made all the papers.

Uh, listen here, darling.

Boyd, he ain't the man

for you anyhow.

Sweet young thing like you,

mmm,

you need an experienced

old hand like Mick.

I'll take you for a ride.

Just ask Francine here.

Ask me what?

I was just offering my services

to Vallie here,

She is way too good

for you, Mickey.

Now, what the hell's

that supposed to mean?

Vallie's smart.

She's gonna be

a writer or professor

or something,

get out of this place.

Is that so?

Yeah, that is.

Hmm. Well, you just

a sweet young chicken

to me, darling.

I ain't a chicken.

Come on, lover.

Ugh! Your hands

are sticky.

Get off me.

Kick your ass out...

Hey, Vallie.

Home-wrecker.

I ain't wrecking nothing, okay.

Cody don't like Lisa no more.

He's getting a divorce.

Says who?

Says Cody.

Vallie.

He must love me.

Ahem. Look.

What is that?

A bee sting?

It's a hickey, you dope.

Ah, gross.

Okay, guys don't just

give anyone a hickey.

Look. He gave me one

on my chest.

Don't go showing me that,

especially when I'm

going to the revival.

You are?

Yeah.

Do you want me to come with you?

Lightning'll strike,

you get anywheres near it.

Oh, Vallie, come on.

He don't like Lisa no more.

Sure. He don't

like her so much,

he only screws her twice a day

and three times on Sunday.

You shock me sometimes,

Vallie Sue!

You know that?

You do.

Wait.

We have so many temptations

paraded upon us day after day,

billboards and bumper stickers

and televisions

and T-shirts,

all leading us away

from the true path

of righteousness.

Now, I saw something earlier

I found very disturbing.

I have seen a statue

in your cemetery...

of Jesus in cowboy boots.

Is this the Jesus

of Matthew's gospel?

No.

Of John's?

No.

No, no, this is Jesus

according to John Wayne.

Beware of false prophets,

brethren...

who come to you

in sheep's clothing.

Repent,

and know the one true Savior.

He's talking about you, Loretta.

You know, I feel

the Spirit, Val.

You just feel guilty.

I can be saved

just as good as anybody.

No, you just want

to get off easy.

Eh, so's everybody.

That means that you

can do anything.

Well, folks usually do.

13-35.

Hey, what's going on?

Well, you'll never believe.

Francine's missing.

What?

She run away?

Some say.

I think she was murdered.

Murdered?

Why would anybody kill Francine?

'Cause she's a slut!

Sluts always get it

in the movies.

Hey!

You suppose Mickey and Old Ray

had anything to do with

Francine disappearing?

Could.

They're lowdown enough.

She said they'd do something

if she told anyone.

Pretty strong evidence.

And what about Tenkill?

Indians can be mighty fearsome.

I wish you could help.

You best stay clear

of those boys, darling.

Don't I know.

Get your ass in there.

Vallie.

Stay away from here.

Car D-25,

code 6, 105 North Avenue, 202.

It'll take some time.

To sort through your

daughter's accusation.

Gotta talk to these fellas,

find Mickey

and look for Francine.

I can't believe Tenkill

had anything to do with hurting Francine,

Sheriff.

Well, if he didn't,

Miss Russell, we'll find out.

Those fellas are

gonna be as mad as hell.

They won't bother you.

I'll make sure of it.

Talk to you soon.

Come on. Oh.

Hey, Ma.

What?

Why'd you stand up for Tenkill?

Known him half my life.

But I saw him.

Well, I don't know what you saw,

but Tenkill wouldn't help

Old Ray change a tire,

much less kill somebody.

Thought you didn't like him.

Liking's got nothing

to do with it.

You're accusing him of murder.

I can't believe

you accused Tenkill.

He wouldn't hurt nobody.

If I never see him again,

I won't talk to you no more!

But...

See what you done?

You gotta have sympathy

for my girl, Sheriff.

She fell off a pony when she

was little right on her head.

Ever since,

she's been different.

Some of your neighbors,

I'm afraid, think she's touched.

Exactly, full of fancy ideas,

Sheriff.

Please call me Clint.

Clint?

Oh.

I love that name.

Reminds me of Clint Eastwood.

You do, too.

Hey. I didn't make it up.

Francine's missing.

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