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- No sh*t?

- More radioactive than plutonium.

Jesus. No wonder

I feel so lousy all the time.

Yep. Here.

- What are you doing?

- Oh, I'll just...

Okay, then. I should go.

Where do you live?

I'm kind of between addresses right now.

- Does that mean you don't got a place?

- No, I got a place to stay.

Where?

Nowhere. Just where I stay.

If you want, you could stay here tonight,

sleep on the couch.

I don't want to put you out.

Somebody sleeping on the couch

when I'm sleeping's not putting me out.

Okay. That'd be nice.

It's just a crappy sofa.

Nice of you.

What's the matter?

Tooth.

- I've got aspirin.

- I'm okay.

Do you mind if I sleep on the floor?

Suit yourself.

Thanks for making coffee.

You're welcome.

How do you stand that little shower?

I could barely get under it.

I ain't mad you didn't come down

to Stringtown to meet me when I got out,

but you might at least

been ready for me back here.

- It don't look like you knew I was here.

- I didn't.

- You didn't get my letter?

- No.

You look good. Have you lost weight?

- Not really.

- Yeah, you did.

You got anything sweet around here?

Oreos or something?

I got a sweet tooth, you know?

Oreos? Graham cracker, maybe?

I was gonna get you some flowers.

Jerry, get out.

Oh, I just got here.

I got some business to clear up

down in Healdton.

It's gonna take me a week or two.

Then I'll be back up.

I ain't got a whole lot of sh*t,

so you don't have to go

rearranging the furniture or anything.

You ain't seen Mickey, have you?

I hear he's looking for me.

- He get his parole, too?

- He did this time.

He's an egg-sucking son of a b*tch.

- He might show up here.

- No, he won't.

Yeah, I know you two have always

been a little sweet on each other.

Now, don't think I didn't notice that.

'Cause I did, I saw it...

Little looks, you know, touches.

Is that why you ratted him out?

Yeah.

It is so f***ing dark in here, isn't it?

Still snorting this sh*t?

Apparently.

No wonder you got so goddamn skinny.

I didn't get skinnier. You just got fatter.

Ah, you crack me up.

- You still working at that honky-tonk?

- You know I am.

Still running with that little queer gal?

- Her name's R.C.

- R.C., yeah.

R.C. You ain't gone queer on me now,

are you?

- You better believe it.

- 'Cause you...

You know what'd happen if I...

If I really thought that.

Don't you threaten me.

I'd get another court order

if I thought it'd do any good.

- Oh, you shouldn't have done that.

- You knocked my door down.

- You wouldn't open it.

- I don't have to.

I ain't interested in this history, Aggie.

I got bigger fish to fry.

You tried to kill me.

That was a rough one, yeah.

I was bad to drink back then.

Oh, back before you found God?

- Who was that boy here last night?

- You been watching my place?

- I saw him leave.

- Calling me eight times a day.

- I haven't called you once.

- Right.

- Who was he?

- Nobody.

"Nobody." Just "nobody"

leaving at 10:
00 in the morning?

- Must've spent the night.

- "Must've spent the night."

- Did I do something wrong?

- Oh, I don't know. Did you?

- You're ridiculous.

- Huh? Did you do something wrong?

Goss, don't do this.

- I ain't doing nothing.

- I just don't wanna go back over...

I ain't going back over nothing!

I'm starting to get the feeling that

maybe you ain't too happy to see me, girl.

I missed you.

Didn't you miss me?

I can't say I did. No.

That hurts.

- I waited two years for this.

- Don't give me that.

No, it's the God's honest truth.

I've been waiting two years for this sh*t.

For you.

You ain't getting shy on me, are ya?

We're gonna have to get over that.

You know what, Goss? I can't tell

if you're f***ing serious with this sh*t!

I hate you!

Oh, God, I wish to Christ I had just taken

Lloyd and gone out to San Diego like...

I was really looking forward to seeing you!

But you know not to mention

his f***ing name around me.

I ain't the one who lost him!

Now, whose f***ing fault

is it you got slapped, huh?

- Mine.

- That's f***ing right, it's your fault.

Now, you got some time

to get your ducks in a line

before I come back here.

Maybe by the next time I come home,

you'll be a little bit nicer to me,

you hear me?

Huh?

We can have a civilized conversation.

- You hear me talking to you?

- Yeah.

- Hidy.

- Hello.

Come on in.

- Jerry Goss.

- Hi.

Hi.

Didn't catch the name.

Peter.

"Peter"?

Just plain old "Peter"?

- Goss...

- Peter Evans.

"Peter Evans." Okay.

Where's your purse, Aggie?

It's under the bed.

I love you so much.

I'll see you real soon.

Peter Piper.

Excuse me, Pete.

Oh, what a punch.

Are you okay?

F***, he's a big, old boy.

Do you need anything?

Let me get you a rag.

Maybe a couple of those aspirin.

Can I... Can I have a couple for my tooth?

Thanks for helping me.

I didn't really do anything.

Where'd you go?

I woke up, and I thought...

I went to get us some food.

I hope you don't mind I took the key.

No, that's all right.

Who was that guy?

My ex. He's a nut.

Would you maybe make me

a vodka and coke?

I don't have to work tonight.

How long were you married?

Long enough to still get scared at night.

- Do you have any kids?

- No.

I don't like that guy.

I don't like that he hit you.

I can't say I'm wild about it myself.

He said he's coming back here.

Eventually.

Maybe you need some kind of security.

I can take care of myself.

Why do you get scared at night?

- I was just kidding.

- You should be scared.

How come?

People can do things to you,

things you don't even know about.

Like what?

They try to control you.

They try to force you to act a certain way.

They can drive you crazy, too.

I shouldn't talk about it.

I don't know if it's safe or not.

- I think we're pretty safe here.

- No.

Not really. You're never really safe.

One time, maybe, a long time ago,

people were safe,

but that's all over.

Not anymore, not on this planet.

We'll never really be safe again.

We can't be, not with all the technology,

the chemicals, the information.

Well, I don't like to think about that.

Sometimes, though,

when you're lying in bed at night,

you can feel it...

All the machines,

people working their machines,

the works, humming.

I don't like to go on about it,

'cause it freaks people out.

I wish I didn't think about it either,

but they don't let you forget.

They want you to know they're there.

That what's there?

The machines?

Nothing makes them happier

than knowing people are aware

the machines are up and running.

That's some pretty wild sh*t.

Yeah, I know you hate me.

You think I hate you?

- I don't know.

- I don't hate you.

Okay.

Why do you think I hate you?

I don't know.

I wouldn't let you stay here if I hated you.

Yeah, I guess that's right, unless...

Yeah, I guess that's right.

- Well, we're friends.

- We are?

I don't have a lot of friends,

but the ones I have, I'm real good to.

But you don't trust me.

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