Breathless Page #3

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I mean, it's a big stretch

of desert out there.

Full of all types

of carnivorous critters.

Right. Earth to earth,

dust to dust and all that.

- That ain't a hell of a bad idea.

- Mm-hmm.

But it's gonna have to wait.

Why?

Because we gotta find us

that money.

And I figure that we don't got

a lot of time.

Mm-hmm, lingering love

Well, well, won't let me be

Mm-hmm, lingering love...

Watch yourself.

Dale was afraid of rats.

There's rat traps

all over this goddamn place.

Lingering love

Just won't let me be

Well, my baby, she's gone,

but my love lingers on

And on and on and on

Linger-linger-lingering love

Just won't let me be

Well, my baby, she's gone,

but my love lingers on

And on and on and on

Mountains tall

and desert wide

Where can I run, baby,

where can I hide?

Love for my baby

won't behave

I guess it's gonna follow me

to my grave

Linger-linger-lingering love

Just won't let me be

Well, my baby,

she's gone

But my love

lingers on and on

Lingers on and on.

- Hope you're having a fine...

- Ain't nothing but rat traps in there.

Keep looking.

And now a great tune

to make your day even better.

How are you so sure

the money is even here?

'Cause I know Dale.

The money's here. I'm sure of it.

$100.000.

I can't even imagine

what that might look like.

Yeah, it's more money than this town

has ever seen, that's for damn sure.

You ever think about

what you'd do with that kind of money?

I'd get the hell out of this place,

for one.

Anyplace you ever thought

about going?

I never really thought

about it.

I guess I figured

I'd never really get out of here.

Getting out of this town

is all I ever think about.

You know, I hear

Odessa can be really nice

if you know

your way around.

Hmm.

Sounds like we got company.

Holy sh*t, Tiny. It's the law.

How did they get here

so quick?

Oh, who else but Dale

would hold up a bank

and hide out in their own home

with all the evidence.

I told you it was just

a matter of time

before they suspected

I was married to a bona fide fool.

What are we gonna do?

Sh*t.

Come on, this way.

Just you push and I pull.

Come on now.

Oh, God.

Push.

Oh, you got it.

Oh, God.

That's good.

Okay.

I didn't know they decomposed

so quickly.

Ugh. All right.

- Clean that up a little bit.

- Okay.

Oh, jeez. Hurry up.

How do I look?

- Blood.

- Oh, God.

Sh*t.

Good morning, Sheriff Cooley.

Good morning, Lorna.

What can I do for you?

Looks like you're having yourselves

a little event.

No event, Sheriff.

Just a good friend of mine

stopped by

to pay a little visit.

Oh. Mind if I ask

what's the special occasion?

Two friends don't need

a special occasion

to share a little chat

and some homemade lemonade.

Last I checked,

fraternizing ain't against the law.

Is there something

I could help you with today, Sheriff?

Yeah, is Dale around?

No. Dale's out.

Is that right?

I'm pretty sure that's his

station wagon right over here.

Well, he didn't drive

his car today.

As a matter of fact,

Dale decided

to go for a little walk

to clear his mind.

A bit hot for a walk, ain't it?

You know Dale, Sheriff.

He likes to do

as he please.

What do you need to see

my dear husband about?

Did you perchance hear about

that holdup down in Red County?

Mm, the great robbery?

The one.

It's all over the news.

First thing that came to mind

when I heard about it

was paying Dale here

a visit--

you know, with his flagrant

predisposition for thievery.

You're barking up

the wrong tree, Sheriff.

Dale has long abandoned

his criminal ways

for the gratifying world

of modular cabinet sales.

Yes, so I've heard.

And how are things

down at Gale & Sons?

Well, business has been

a little slow,

as a matter of fact,

not a lot of demand

for modular cabinetry of late.

About that lemonade-

I sure could use a glass.

Not really a good time, Sheriff.

We're having a bit

of a girls' day.

Don't want to spoil it

by dwelling

on Dale's past delinquent

transgressions.

This won't take long. I'll just

have myself a glass of lemonade,

take a little peek around.

Sheriff Cooley,

if there's nothing I learned

from Dale's past

scrapes with the law,

it's that you need yourself

some kind of exigent circumstance

to come into my premises

without a warrant.

And as far as I can tell,

I don't see none.

Well now, I guess

I'm gonna be hard-pressed

to get myself

a search warrant, then.

I hear Judge Wallace likes to go

hunting this time of year.

You know Judge Wallace?

I spent more time with that man

than my own husband

during all them court appearances

a few years back--

a hell of a fine man

with a real love

for the great outdoors.

Mama's third husband goes hunting

with him sometimes in Lamar County.

You really got the heart

to cut short

the judge's hunting trip

just to get that warrant?

Judge Wallace is gonna have to

make do.

Well then,

I guess you'll visit again

once you get your warrant.

I'm just gonna be waiting here till

I get that search warrant in my hands.

Oh.

What the hell

is he doing?

Soon you'll be good and done

with all of this, old fella.

Yes, you will.

We gotta keep

our head on straight.

We don't got much time.

How long you figure

before they get him that warrant?

Well, I don't know.

A day, a few hours.

What I do know is Dale can't be here

when he comes back.

Well, let's just bury him somewhere

and let them bugs get at him.

- Holy Christ, Tiny.

- What?

Well, the circumstances

have changed.

That was a good plan before,

but it ain't a good plan now.

We got a sheriff out there

who's watching us

as we speak.

What are we supposed to do, just

waltz a dead body right under his nose?

You're right.

You're right. The situation

has downright thickened.

Let's just make a run for it.

Let's just get in the car,

drive like hell

before anybody

finds out anything.

Are you out of your

little mind?

How long do you think

before they catch up with us?

It's all fine and dandy if you're up

for one of them high-speed car chases,

but I for one am not about

to try to outrun

an army of police cars

in your run-down Pacer.

The damn thing needs

a whole new transmission.

I've been meaning to take it

to the mechanic and--

Oh, for God's sake, Tiny!

Now is not the time to be talking about

no automobile maintenance.

I was just trying

to be helpful, Lorna.

Well, there's no need

to get hostile.

We just need to find ourselves

a sensible solution here.

Well, what do you suggest?

Hmm.

Say we was able

to make Dale disappear

without so much as ever

leaving the house?

When Cooley come back here

with his warrant,

he walk around

and he don't find nothing-

no Dale, no money-

what is he gonna think?

Go on.

He's gonna think

that Dale is good and gone...

took the money with him,

leaving poor old Lorna behind.

A perfectly sensible assumption,

knowing Dale.

Cooley'd be out there

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