Breathless Page #7

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was covered in it.

That's right.

That money is just

sitting out there

underneath my lazy daisies.

You knew where the money was

the whole time?

Sure.

As soon as I figured it out,

I didn't need Dale alive anymore,

so I put a bullet in his head.

You what?

You heard me.

I shot the son of a b*tch

like a dog.

It weren't no accident.

I wanted him dead

as soon as I heard about you two.

You murdered Dale?

O" P'-"pose?

Well, hell,

even a good woman's got

a breaking point.

To tell the truth,

I wanted to put a bullet

through your stupid little brain

the second you walked

through that door.

But that would have spoiled

all the fun.

Fun?

What fun?

To watch you cut your bastard lover

up with a turkey knife.

What?

You crazy b*tch!

Oh.

Oh, I should have known

you was after something.

Dale always said

you was like a kettle

that's just been on the stove

for too long.

Sooner or later

you was gonna blow up.

Well,

that bullet should have come to him

as no surprise, then.

Oh, for Pete's sake,

would you look at this?

God damn it, Dale-

on my favorite rug.

All that man ever do

is create a mess.

God damn it, Lorna!

The law is right outside

that door.

We have got Dale parts

all over this place

and I'm pointing

two revolvers at you.

How do you think you're gonna

get out of this one, huh?

Well, I just thought

of something

just a little moment ago.

I haven't worked out

the details or nothing,

but I think

it's gonna have to do.

Well, for Pete's sake,

what?

Oh.

Hmm.

No hard feelings, Tiny.

It's just the way

the world works sometimes.

Some folks lose

so other folks can win.

I'll bet she's making

Lots of wedding plans

So sure

she's found herself

That special man

She's gonna

find herself alone

And crying like me

You'll break her heart

The way that

you've broken mine

Without a second thought

or care

She's gonna be the next girl

standing in line

Of fools that have

Your shame to bear

No need to try to warn her

Of this fate

That look upon her says

that it's too late

Only tomorrow will know

If she's crying like me...

Hello.

Step on it with that warrant,

will you?

We're on our way, Sheriff.

You're listening

to 97.9 Country.

It's how you lie to me

When I'm too blind to see

And how you use

The love I give you

So carelessly

It's words you never say

And feelings

you don't repay

In case you're wondering

That's how you're killing me

It's how you're

no longer there

On nights we used to share

It's all the ways you find

To show me

You no longer care

It's how you stole from me...

The love that used to be

A broken heart

Can't beat

That's how you're killing me

It's how you always

Seem to notice

Someone else'-s eyes...

And how you turn away...

It's vows

that once were made

And how they

just seemed to fade

I know I've lost you

And that's how

you're killing me

It's how you're

no longer there

On nights we used

to share...

It's all the ways

You find to show me

You no longer care...

Let's go.

Wait right here.

I got the warrant.

Open the door.

Open the goddamn door!

Fine. I'm coming in.

Put down your weapon!

She drew on me.

- Oh, my God.

- What the hell happened in here?

Looks like the handiwork

of the devil himself.

I've been witness to a bloody

occurrence or two

in my time

as Clark County Sheriff.

Ed Crawford four years ago

killed his wife with a hammer,

ripped her eyes out,

threw them in the garbage disposal,

said she was

looking at him funny.

It was a bloody mess.

But this--

I ain't never seen nothing like this

as long as I lived.

I'm glad I put in

for an early retirement.

A man's got to know

when to throw in the towel.

How many

do you reckon dead, Sheriff?

Hell if I know, Deputy.

I assume this is Dale

or some part of the man.

How about that?

Well, maybe that's him too.

Yeah, this one here is

right about done.

It's one heck of a mess.

What do you figure?

She's done all the killing?

I don't assume we'll ever know

what the hell went on here,

but she was definitely

the last one standing.

It's hard to believe.

She's so dainty-looking.

Money is one hell

of a motivator, Deputy.

Where do you figure

the money went?

The $100,000 from the robbery

has got to be somewhere.

Yeah, it's blood money.

Better it stays where it is and don't

cause no more problems to nobody.

Well, any chance

the money's in here somewhere?

Looks to me that somebody

already went looking.

This place is all tore up.

Ugh.

I got a finger here, Sheriff.

"To Lorna.

Love, Dale."

You reckon that's the wife's?

Well, that's Lorna, all right.

What's left of her.

Boy, what a way to go, huh?

Well,

may God keep her

in His magnificent grace.

Amen.

Well, there's gotta be

people that do this.

Yeah, yeah, well, it's not

us, believe me. I've just had it.

Who's gonna give them

a proper burial?

I don't give a damn!

Good God, let somebody else

clean it up.

Poor devils.

Wouldn't want to be

in their boots.

That's one hell of a mess

they got left to sort out.

That's one hell of a mess.

- Oh, my Lord.

- Yeah.

If ever there was

the right time to bow out...

How are you doing there, Sheriff?

You ever think

you'd see me again?

We could have sworn

you was dead, Lorna.

Well, I'm glad to hear that I have

you folks thinking the worst.

I suggest you get that gun

away from my head.

Why don't you

make me, Sheriff?

I know better

than to ruffle a woman

with a weapon in her hand.

Well, that's one thing

you learned

that Dale never did.

Yeah!

I've got something

to show you.

How do you like my do?

A real looker.

How did you like

the little surprise

I left for the Clark County

Sheriff's Department?

You gave them poor devils

something to puzzle over.

I wanted to make it look like

the worst bloodbath

in the history of Clark County.

Nobody's ever gonna be able

to tell what happened in there.

But the law will be talking

about it for a very long time.

You got that right.

Ooh, and they'll all be

wondering

how such a sweet little thing

like Tiny

could have gone and done

such a devilish thing,

how she could have killed

two grown men,

her best friend,

minced her up

into little pieces,

leaving nothing behind

but her ring finger.

And all the folks

are gonna wonder

what happened

to poor Lorna's body.

Yeah, the West Texas desert

is an awfully big place

with a lot of hungry

critters in it.

No telling

what became of her.

I sure am glad I wasn't

the one to cross you,

'cause you have one hell

of a mean disposition

when you put

your mind to it, woman.

I have been known

to hold a grudge.

Here you go, baby.

How did Tiny take it?

She figured out

what she got herself into

the moment she saw my gun.

She knew she'd been had.

Oh, Emmett,

I got no wedding finger left

for you to put a ring on.

Well, that's not gonna make us

any less married, baby.

You was always

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