Bug Page #5

- I know what it is.

- What is it?

- It's a blood-sucking aphid...

Look, this aphid business, I don't really...

- What's that?

- A burrowing aphid. Dig it out.

- Let me see it. Agnes?

- No!

- Let me see. Where? Where is it?

- Look, it's right there.

- Can you see that?

- I don't see it.

- That little speck under the skin.

- I can't see sh*t, Agnes.

- Well, it's real itty-bitty!

- Why can't I see it?

- I don't know! Why can we see it?

- Is it under the skin?

Give me that thing. I'll dig it out and show

you. You can see it better. It's...

Place is crawling with them.

- When I talked to Carl before...

- Wait a minute! You talked to who?

- Carl, the manager of the motel.

- Why? Whose idea...

- Just to tell him we were infested...

- Why did you tell him that?

- Why shouldn't she?

- I didn't tell him nothing...

Just tell me exactly what you told him.

Exactly.

- Just that there was bugs, and it's weird...

- Yeah? It's weird?

- So what are you saying?

- Nobody's seen them but us.

- It's just really weird.

- You've already said that, Agnes.

- We saw a doctor.

- Oh, Ronnie...

We had to check out the spots.

Oh, f***. Oh, sh*t, no.

Okay, either you don't grasp the situation,

or you're just f***ing me over, okay?

No, no.

I didn't say anything to him about you.

- What kind of doctor?

- He's a dermatologist.

- What'd he find?

- No bugs.

- You picked them off.

- He said they didn't look like bites.

Would you please not talk

while I address Agnes?

- He gave me something for a rash.

- Let me see it. Now.

It's just a lotion, that's all.

Here.

I'm not dumb. I didn't say anything

about you. I wouldn't do that to you.

They got to you, goddamn it.

- Lf you're a part of this...

- No! I'm just trying to make sense...

Okay, you tell me.

Do we have the bugs or not?

- I'm just looking for an explanation!

- Do we have bugs or not?

- I don't know.

- It's not a matter of opinion.

- An organism just is or isn't.

- Right.

So, are there bugs or aren't there?

- Some...

- No, don't give me "some" bugs.

Presence of bugs, absence of bugs.

The sign outside says "vacancies"

or "no vacancies."

It doesn't say "possibility of vacancies."

Now, do we have bugs or not?

Yeah.

- Then your doctor is lying to you.

- Peter, do you have sores like hers?

His are worse.

Show her. Show her, Peter.

Show me.

Oh, God. Did you put something on that?

Oh, my God. You think an aphid did that?

- I know what did it to me.

- Aphids can't bite.

- You know a lot about aphids?

- No.

- Do you know anything about aphids?

- No.

We do.

Ronnie!

Ronnie, you haven't even

told Peter your news yet.

They got custody of Lavoice's kid!

Isn't that great?

Ronnie's gonna be an aunt

or a mother or whatever.

- That's terrific.

- Listen to me.

There are no bugs.

There are no bugs on this microscope,

there's no bugs on your skin,

in your skin, in this room.

There are no f***ing bugs!

- That's odd, actually.

- I was with the doctor, Peter.

- Agnes, tell him what he told you.

- No, I don't...

He said her wounds were self-inflicted,

that she did it to herself,

just like you, or maybe you did it to her.

- Oh, you think I would do that to her?

- I don't know what your deal is.

I don't know who the f*** you are

or what you're about.

But all I know is I regret

bringing you in here.

I can't do nothing about you,

but suggest that you get some serious

f***ing medical attention!

But I can do something about my friend,

and by God, I intend to.

You even try to stop me and I'll introduce

you to an old friend of yours.

- What does that mean?

- Somebody's been asking about you.

- Who?

- Dr. Sweet.

Who's Dr. Sweet?

What are you talking about?

- You know what I'm talking about.

- Yeah, I do. Groom Lake.

Your friend is gonna turn me in.

- Tell me, what...

- He's asking about Peter at the bar.

What'd he tell you?

Not much. But apparently,

I didn't know you were staying here,

so maybe

I should have asked some more questions.

But he's obviously not somebody

you wanna meet

or he would've known where to find you.

Peter.

- Quit playing games. Tell him...

- I am not playing, Agnes!

You know what? She would never do that.

She would never do that, Peter.

- You try me.

- She wouldn't. No.

- You don't mean it, Ronnie.

- Try me.

I'm stunned that you think

I would try to stop Agnes

from going with you.

I'm only staying here because I was invited.

I don't stay where I'm not wanted.

I wouldn't attempt to keep somebody

where they don't want to be.

Agnes is an adult

and she is free to do as she pleases.

I thought you'd see it that way.

As for Dr. Sweet, tell him what you wish.

I have no doubt he already

knows where I am.

- Right.

- But as for your contention

there are no bugs, I disagree.

You're gonna stay with me for a while.

I want you to pack a bag.

Agnes, look at me.

I want you to pack a bag.

Peter! Are they bad?

Get off!

Help!

Why are you doing this?

Why are you doing it?

Stop it! Stop it!

Stop it! Stop it!

Peter! Oh, my God! It's okay! It's okay!

It's okay! Stop!

Oh, my God!

It's okay.

It's okay. Oh, my God.

Who do you think you are?

You come in here and try to take from me

the one thing in the world I have?

Why can't you just leave me

with one thing?

This is the only thing in the world I have.

Why are you trying to take it from me?

Get out of here!

Get out of here and never come back!

Get out of here!

Peter, let's leave.

I can't take it.

We can't. They're watching.

But it seems if they knew where you was,

they'd just grab you.

They're playing with me.

Maybe we could sneak out.

It's too risky.

I have a sister in San Diego.

She'd take us in till we got on our feet.

I was gonna take Lloyd out there,

get away from Goss.

She invited us.

But I waited too late.

Who knows?

She probably hates me now, too.

I can't believe R.C. did that to me.

I can't imagine what I did

to make her hate me so much.

F***, I don't believe I didn't see it coming

sooner. Spying little b*tch.

I don't know why I love you so much.

I don't hardly know you, truth be told,

and we ain't even done that much in bed

except that one night and I don't care.

Seems all we ever talk about's bugs.

I guess I'd rather talk with you about bugs

than nothing with nobody.

Not that I've got much to say,

unless I talk about misery.

Who wants to hear that? I don't.

I just get so sick of it.

My lousy life.

Laundromats and grocery stores

and dumb marriages and lost kids.

Lloyd, he's the only good time.

That's it.

We're the only ones.

No one else in this motel has bugs.

- Yeah.

- 'Cause they're my bugs.

- I brought them here. They come from me.

- You mean in your clothes?

No, my skin.

There's an egg sac under my skin.

- "Egg sac"?

- That's why they didn't grab me.

My God.

Where did it come from in the first place?

The eggs are under my skin.

They hatch, they need air,

they come out, they need food,

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