Breathless Page #2

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And you ain't never seen

this gun before?

Yes, ma'am.

For crying out loud,

where are my nerve tablets?

What are you looking at?

You got your mama's legs.

Mama's got

real pretty legs.

They're long and white

like Milkybars.

Mm, I always did want

to bed your mama.

- God damn you, Dale.

- I'm an honest man.

I swear to God,

if you have got

the slightest shine for your life,

I suggest you tell me

where that money is,

as I will not be responsible

for my ensuing ways.

- Now wait just a minute.

- What?

- You can't shoot him.

- Why the hell not?

We are talking about

a lot of money here, Tiny.

Right.

And Dale here

is one hell

of a pertinacious individual.

Come on now.

He's gonna need a lot of coaxing

to get that information out of him.

Lorna, I guess he is

your husband.

You go ahead and shoot him.

It ain't none of my business.

Oh, wait.

No need to turn

belligerent now.

You ready to talk

like civilized folks?

You know me--

nothing but civilized.

Honey, you scared me.

- You stole that money.

- I did not take that money.

- Damn it.

- Argh! I took that money.

Damn it, Dale, why the hell

did you go and do that for?

It's in my blood.

I can't seem to stay away

from institutions

that contain any significant amount

of legal tender.

Oh, Jesus.

But I was gonna tell you all about it

when the time was right.

Oh, and when would that be?

When you're good and gone?

You never had a lick of confidence

in me, Lorna.

That's what I'm talking about.

That's one of my beefs.

I just figured a woman didn't need

to trouble her pretty little head

with financial matters.

And I-- I-- I was working on it.

That's a man's job anyway.

You just let good old Dale

take care of the details,

and it will all work out

just dandy.

Nothing ever works out just dandy

when you're concerned, Dale.

I admit the whims of fate

have plotted against me in the past,

but I sense the winds

of good fortune

are finally blowing

my merry way.

To hell with your winds, Dale.

All I care about is that money.

Now where is it?

A safe place.

Just get these restraints off me

and I'll take you right to it.

I'll tell you everything.

Oh, not a chance in hell.

Well, we're gonna have

to cooperate on this one, Lorna.

It is a tit for tat here.

He's not gonna talk.

No, I don't think he is.

You're gonna have to

shoot him again.

- I think I just might.

- Now hang on there.

If there is one thing I learned

from being married to you for 17 years,

it's that I know you

like the back of my hand.

Wait a minute.

I figured out

you stole that money.

Oh.

And I can figure out where you hid it,

with or without your help.

What? What? What?

Oh, I don't believe it.

What?

It's right here

in this house, ain't it?

- No, it's not.

- The money's here?

No, it's not.

Oh, my God.

Leave it to Dale.

Who would be foolish enough

to leave the stolen money

right here

in his own domicile?

It's not here, I swear to God

and all the angels.

What did I tell you, Tiny?

I married a lying, cheating-

Sh*t.

Lorna.

Yeah?

Did you just go and kill Dale?

I do believe I just did.

Oh, my God, Lorna.

Oh, my God.

L-- I-- I-- I didn't know

what happened.

I was just

holding the gun like--

Well, Jesus, just put it down,

will you?

L-- I didn't mean to do it.

I just get so worked up

about all this business.

- The gun just went off.

- Holy Jesus.

Dale's dead.

Well, I can see that

for myself, Tiny.

Oh, my God, Lorna,

you went and killed Dale.

Okay.

And now for something

really special.

All right now.

- Okay.

- Wh--? Wh--?

What's done is done.

Everything is gonna be

just fine.

We gotta keep our

heads together.

That's nice.

That's all better.

Now this is no time

to be losing our wit.

We got ourselves

a dead body here.

What are we supposed to do?

Well, I don't know, Tiny.

I've never dealt

with a dead body before.

I thought you might,

because you're the one that killed him.

Well, it was an accident.

We've got a hell of a situation

on our hands here, Lorna.

Oh, Jesus.

L-- I--

I can't stand for him to stare

at me like that.

- Would you do something?

- Me?

I think I got something.

Uh...

This ought to do it.

Here.

No. What do you want me

to do with that?

Put it over his head,

would you?

You do it.

You-- you just wait a minute.

I can't stand him

staring at me like that.

- Well, then why don't you do it?

- Because I shot him.

You gotta put the bag

over his head.

My God, can I have

a little bit of help here?

Do I have to do

everything myself?!

Ugh.

Well, that's a bit better.

Better?

Lorna, that bag

does not hide the fact

that there's a dead man

underneath it!

Oh.

I never graduated high school

or nothing.

Just give me a moment

to think.

What the hell do you think

you're doing?

I'm gonna call the police.

Are you out of your mind?

It was an accident.

The gun just went off.

Tiny, we are in Texas.

There are no accidents.

There's alive and there's dead.

You didn't mean to kill him.

Who's gonna believe that?

We got a dead man tied to a chair

and $100,000 missing.

We're gonna look real good in court

explaining that story.

We? What do you mean, we?

I didn't kill nobody.

You think they'd care

to split that hair?

You was here when it happened,

and that's all they need to know

to lock us both away

for a real long time.

Well, you think it was

self-defense of some kind?

Well, I ain't no officer of the law

or nothing,

but we got a man

tied to a chair.

He don't seem to pose

no immediate threat, now do he?

Jesus Christ, Tiny.

I don't know nothing

about no self-defense.

It could be first-degree murder,

for all we know.

Look, that money

is here somewhere.

We got a whole new life

to look forward to.

I am not gonna spend it in a goddamn

cell, I can promise you that.

You know,

I remember hearing a story

growing up.

What story?

My daddy worked the oil fields

in Houston

before he moved out here.

Well, it was a while back.

He'd just started out

as afield landsman

when one of the wells

he was working on

just went and blew up.

Three men was buried alive.

They tried like hell

to get them out.

Daddy said

he could hear them

crying for help down there

the first day.

But by the second day,

they didn't hear

a darn thing stirring.

They figured

they'd dig them out

and give them

a proper burial, right?

But when they

got to them,

there wasn't much left

to do anything proper with.

What happened?

Bugs.

Bugs?

Them Texas bugs

done got to them.

No kidding.

Oh, yeah.

Them Texas bugs can eat

right through a metal can

if there's something tasty

to get inside at.

They got jaws

like lawn mowers.

They just up and left

nothing behind.

I never knew

bugs could do that.

Such is the wonderment-s

of nature, Tiny.

So you're thinking...

I'm thinking.

What if we was to bury Dale

out there like them oil riggers?

- Go on.

- Chances are,

no one would ever find him

in any recognizable form.

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