Breathless Page #4

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chasing a man that don't exist.

It's gonna take him

a long while

before he

figures anything out,

if he ever do.

Meanwhile...

Meanwhile, we find that money

and as soon as they

look the other way...

We run like hell and just buy ourselves

a whole brand-new life.

You catch on pretty fast.

I like where you're going

with this.

- But--

- But?

Damn it, Lorna,

how do we make Dale disappear?

That there is the pickle.

I think I just

figured out a way.

- How?

- You ain't gonna like it, Tiny.

Try me.

Oh, you ain't gonna

like it one bit.

Lorna, if you have a way

out of this stickler,

I would appreciate

you letting me in on it.

Well,

you know how I fancy myself

a pretty efficient housewife

when the need arises?

Last Thanksgiving,

Dale's folks was planning

to head on over

to Farwell County

for that $6.99 buffet special

at the Rose of Texas motel.

They get as far as Odessa

when they was hit by a dust storm.

The highway patrol

closed all the roads.

They said the cows was being

picked clean off the fields

and flown up in the air

like little old blackbirds.

It was a hell of a storm.

So at the last minute

they decide they're having

Thanksgiving dinner with us.

Some folks have

no manners to speak of.

Please, that is Dale's kin for you.

And you know

how his mama can get.

That woman-- all she ever do

is criticize me.

So...

I had just a few hours

to scrub this place clean,

get rid of all the clutter.

I mean, it was no fancy Rose of Texas

motel or nothing,

but God damn it,

I had the house clean

and I had a 70-pound turkey

with all the fixings

on that table by 9:00.

Now

a woman has got a number

of tools at her disposal

to get things

squared away in no time.

Take this electric

carving knife, for instance,

with an ergonomic handle

for easy maneuvering

and a 12-inch

stainless-steel blade

to cut through

the toughest of bones.

I can't picture this turkey's bones

being any tougher

than a 70-pound bird.

I mean, the man had no spine,

for God's sake.

You're not suggesting...

That's exactly

what I'm suggesting.

You're thinking of

cutting Dale up?

Well, I never took

no science class or nothing,

but I figure the smaller

the pieces,

the easier it will be

to get rid of them.

With a turkey knife?

Well, Tiny, if we wasn't

in such a tad of a hurry,

I would like to do things

with a bit more finesse.

But we are dealing with

time constraints here.

Look,

we'll get Dale

good and disappeared

in a jiffy,

leaving not a trace of him,

like the man never existed.

Are you aware

that just a squirt

of rust remover

can eat through

just about anything?

Mm-mm. Mm-mm.

Well, can you think of any other way

to get through this mess? I can't.

Well, hell, Lorna,

he's your husband.

If you want to cut him up,

that's fine by me.

But I ain't cutting up no man

into little pieces.

I suppose the good Lord

would want me to take care

of this can of worms myself.

I really think He would.

On the other hand,

I don't think the good Lord

would mind too much

if I asked my best friend to help me out

here, due to the circumstances.

For heaven's sake, Lorna,

I ain't cutting up no man

into little pieces.

The man sure liked

a sharp pair of boots.

He knew

how to wear them too.

Oh, God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God, Tiny, I can't do this.

- You what?

- I can't do it. I can't do it, Tiny.

I loved the man.

I know he was a son of a b*tch

sometimes,

but I swear to God

I loved him.

Don't go soft on me now, Lorna.

Oh, my God, how could I have gone

and done such a terrible thing?

- He got me roses sometimes.

- Lorna.

He'd bring them.

And he could be so sweet.

Lorna, just pull yourself

together now, honey.

- What have I done?

- Just pull yourself together, Lorna.

Just pull it together.

Now is not the time to be reminiscing.

We've got a job to do.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

I'm so sorry.

Oh, my God, can

You ever forgive me?

Oh, for Pete's sake.

Oh, God.

He was so sweet.

Oh, God.

God damn it, Lorna,

stop that whining!

Now if we don't clean this up

in a hurry,

we're gonna get into

all sorts of trouble.

He called me

his little yellow rose.

And I was his sweet

desert rose.

And I loved him the most.

I really did. Oh, God.

Just give me that knife.

He was so nice to me

when he wasn't being a sh*t.

Oh, my God.

Hell of a good time

we're having, huh?

Dale, can you ever

forgive me? Please forgive me.

Oh, God.

Well, butter my ass

and call me a biscuit.

Where did you learn how to work

an electronical device like that?

Shop class.

- Shop class?

- Yeah.

Remember last July

when I was laid off

from work?

I had nothing to do

but sit in front of a busted fan

and drink Wild Turkey all day.

I went and took shop class.

What on earth did you go

and take a shop class for?

I guess I always kind of liked

cutting stuff up.

Apparently so.

Now what?

The Crown blender,

model 15D,

will easily grind ice

without burnout

using a revolutionary

regular interval

pulsation technique.

That's right.

Would you look at that?

Huh.

Is it supposed to be

moving around like that?

- Oh.

- Oh, Lord.

Oh, Lord.

- Oh.

- Stop it.

Oh, jeez.

Oh, Jesus Christ,

look at my ceiling.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Tell me you love me

Until the end of time

Tell me your love is mine

Tell me lies

Tell me lies

Tell me you want me

Forever and a day...

That's all you have to say

Tell me lies

The fool inside

Will believe the lie

My heart knows isn't true

But this lonely fool

Will fool the heart

To spend one night

with you...

Tell me you need me

More than I'm needing you

Make me believe it's true

Tell me lies...

Well, I'll be damned.

I've been after Dale to fix this thing

for months.

I can't believe

he actually did it.

Just like Dale to leave things

halfway done.

Don't he know a woman

need her appliances

in good working order?

Sh*t.

I'll use your lies

As a fool's disguise

And my heart will never...

What else

we got to clean up?

Know...

A hell of a whole lot, Lorna.

You'll love me

Until the end of time...

Why don't we just burn

this son of a b*tch?

Tell me lies.

How are things going

down at the Blue Iguana?

Mm, busy as a beehive.

Rose quit in May and they still

haven't found her replacement.

I'm working every Saturday.

I guess that cuts into

your social life.

Mm, I've managed.

I bet you have.

Jesus.

Go get something

to put out this hellfire.

Oh, God.

Hurry LIP-

If my heart had my memory

It would surely stop

Loving you

Remembering how much

it hurts

Each time you break it

In two

If my heart only...

Are you all right, Tiny?

No.

Lorna.

I am not all right.

I haven't been all right

since you up and killed Dale.

Look at this place.

Look at us.

Well...

it's nothing a good bar of soap

can't clean up.

Soap?

We're gonna need

a little bit more than soap

to clean up this mess.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Earl, God damn it.

You scared the sh*t

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