Catchfire Page #3

Come on, honeycakes.

Let's hit it.

It's for my ex-husband

and I just don't want him

to know where I am, you know?

- You know how it is.

- Yeah. Yeah, I know.

- Just mail it?

- Yeah.

( Horn honks ) - Okay, I gotta go.

All right.

- Thanks a lot.

- Bye.

- Take care.

- All right, you too.

- ( Engine starts )

- Man:
What the hell is that?

I told that chick I'd mail it

for her when we got to Canada.

Oh, so we're gonna mail this

when we get to Canada

with American stamps?

If you used your brain like you

use your ass, you'd be a genius.

F*** off, Sparky.

Anne:
Hi, Margaret.

It's me, I guess.

This time I actually

believe I'm safe.

No one knows where I am.

And eventually all this

will be forgotten

and I'll be forgotten too.

I don't know

if I can be with people.

I don't know if I'm fit

for it anymore.

I'm cut off

and I'm losing my connection.

I do have this fantasy.

There's... there's a man

in the dark.

I can see his face.

He's got a scarf around my neck

and I know I'm going to die.

And nothing else

makes any difference.

Leo, tell the boys,

no red wine on my white sofas.

Are you kidding me or what?

I'm worried about going

to f***ing jail,

you're worried about

the stupid f***ing carpet?

Don't take your sh*t

out on me, Leo.

Get the f*** out of here. Go get

your hair done or something.

Get out of my f***in' ass.

- Boss, I was thinking that...

- Boss?

Now I'm a...

This f***ing joint is bugged!

I tell you a million times.

You gotta make me a boss?

How'd you like to be

the f***in' boss?

Boss of what?

Make me a f***ing kingpin.

Well, more bad news.

Nobody's seen Milo

since yesterday.

So where is he?

New Mexico.

See, it's on

the postmark there... N.M.

I don't understand what's going on

with this guy, I'm telling you.

He's not a f***ing team player. I

can't put my f***ing finger on it.

Let me go after her, boss.

I'm sorry... forgot.

I won't f*** up.

I'm a team player.

( Chuckling )

What the f***

are you laughing at?

At least the kid asked to go.

Let him go.

You're a team player, huh?

That's right.

Good f***ing kid.

You're gonna go.

( Pinella laughing )

I'm gonna go.

( Pinella continues laughing )

Your wife mind

if we have a cigar?

( Drums beating )

( men chanting )

( man hooting )

( man hoots )

Hey, cowboy.

What you doin' here?! Huh?

What are you doing here?!

That wasn't very smart, huh...

You taking off

without a word to any of us?

You could have told me, Milo.

- You could've told me, Milo.

- Pinella! Pinella.

- What?

- Get in there.

Pinella, look,

how did you get here?

Tell me that you didn't fly to

Albuquerque and rent a car.

Tell me that you didn't do that.

Well, what did you

expect me to do, walk? Huh?

Now the police know we're here.

And that means that they know

that Anne Benton's here.

You dumb a**hole.

I'm not dumb. I've been

watching you spying on her.

You're supposed to kill her.

( laughing )

And you're just watching.

What are you,

some kind of pervert?

Oh, Pinella.

( Muted hooting continues )

( wooden board jostles )

( muted cheering )

( water stops )

Damn, we haven't had a serious murder

like this in seven or eight years.

Well, you're gonna have another

one if you don't move fast.

You know this woman?

( Whimpers )

You know what I'm here to do.

I know everything there is

to know about you.

You know nothing about me.

All you need to know about me

is that I'm giving you a choice.

Either I finish you now

or I let you live.

And if I let you live,

your life is mine

and you belong to me.

And if you go against me

in any way,

I'll finish you.

The choice is yours.

Make it.

I'm gonna live.

Do you understand?

( Whimpers )

( doors slamming )

( indistinct police radio )

( kicking door )

( police radio continues )

( door closes )

Where?!

Who killed him?!

Who killed... and where's Milo?!

- Where is Mi...

- ( clicking )

- They killed the f***ing kid. They killed that kid.

- Shh.

Who's Milo?

( Tapping ) I don't know.

We lost him.

- Who the f*** is Milo?

- ( reporters clamoring )

'Morning.

Nah.

The lady will have

a half a grapefruit,

dry whole wheat toast,

a glass of orange juice,

and a cup of mint tea.

We don't have any mint tea.

Uh, black tea with honey, then.

That's your fallback position.

Hey, hey, hey!

I would like a couple

hamburger patties medium-rare,

a green salad

and cup of black coffee.

- All right.

- Thanks.

You love Mexican food.

You've had six old Mustangs

in the past eight years.

You got scars on your knees from a

go-cart accident when you was a kid.

Uh, you send tapes

instead of letters.

Your favorite movie...

"The Last Tango in Paris," huh?

You're allergic

to a certain kind of cosmetics,

especially men's cologne.

No, no, no, no, no.

Be good.

Thank you.

( Slurping )

Yum.

Anne:
Can I ask you a question?

Sure.

Is this a kidnapping or what?

Well, you could call it that.

Well, what do you call it?

I don't know.

Why didn't you just kill me

the way you killed Bob?

Oh, I didn't kill Bob.

I came on after that.

But you would have killed him,

wouldn't you?

Nah.

I would have killed you.

What the...

You get comfortable

and...

put your nightgown on.

Jerk.

Hey, Anne?

Would you like a Coke

from the machine or something?

( Muttering )

( distant traffic sounds )

I always thought you was pretty.

But I never knew

how beautiful you were.

There's something

I want to say to you.

There's something going on here

that I really don't understand.

But I like it.

I don't know. Sh*t.

But you know what I mean.

I know that you know

what I mean.

I'm just not good at talking.

Oh, God, look at you.

Okay.

You can trust me.

And I want to be able

to trust you.

Because I never loved

nobody before now.

But I love you.

Anne, you want some breakfast?

No.

You gotta eat something.

I'm not hungry.

Oh, come on, you'll get

something later on the road.

Milo:
Anne, you gotta cheer up.

I don't think that you

understand the situation here.

All the rules

have changed like that.

The sun is blue now

and the moon is red,

the sky is green

and the sea is pink.

We're...

We're in another world here.

If you are thinking of escaping,

you're thinking of dying.

You made the choice.

It was the only choice

that you had.

But you made it.

Not only are you

a murderer and a rapist,

but you're a pompous

f***ing a**hole.

I don't think you realize

what I done for you.

I can't go back.

They're looking for me as hard

as they're looking for you...

Probably harder.

You understand?

They want to kill us both.

You got to face

some hard realities here.

That's the problem

with you artists.

You got no sense

of hard realities.

- You know. You live in a dreamworld.

- Milo?

Ivory towers.

Me, I'm from the street.

You want to learn

a sense of reality,

you don't sit

in no f***ing Eames chair.

You get out,

you pound the pavement.

( Footsteps )

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