Catchfire Page #4

You know,

you really ought to listen to

me when I'm talking to you.

( Distant train whistle

blowing )

Ah, sh*t!

God damn it! Anne, you got

a tissue or something?

Should have brought

that f***ing scarf.

( Machine shuts off )

( door sliding closed )

I can hear you!

Anne?

Come on.

Anne, it's obvious

where you are. Come on.

I guess I owed you that one.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on!

- You afraid of me?

- Afraid of you?

I ain't afraid of you.

I'm not afraid of you.

What, afraid of a guy

who's so hard up,

he's got to kidnap a girl

to have sex with her?

- Anne.

- Don't touch me.

Christ, I don't know. I ain't

even had a date in 20 years.

I've had sex,

but I done this all wrong.

Look, I'm... I'm not

so hot at feelings.

You know?

Maybe you could, you know,

teach me?

You think that

you could do that, Anne?

You could teach me.

( Bird squawking )

I can't believe

you brought this.

What, did you go

through all of my drawers, huh?

I bet you would

look nice in them.

Is that what this

is all about, then?

What, you want me to put this

all on for you, huh?

Why not?

I thought it would be fun.

I gave up my career for you.

I gave up my life.

Now you could do

a little something for me.

You put this sh*t on.

Fine.

- Big man with a gun, huh?

- Here.

Here!

Hey, not in there! Here.

Go on.

Oh, fine.

No problem.

I can do that for you. Huh?

You want me to be

a hooker, Milo?

A little "Playboy"

centerfold, huh?

Vulgar little tart?

Is that what you want?

Oh, that would be nice.

Uh, slow, uh...

Let me tell you a little

something about men, Milo.

They have no imagination.

You have no imagination.

I do have imagination.

I can think of lots of things.

In fact, I'm...

I'm thinking

of a few of them right now.

( Iaughs )

You like this?

You really like this, don't you?

( Iaughs ) Mm-hmm.

I know.

Why don't I tie you up?

That would be exciting.

I'd like that.

Maybe, um...

when we know each other better.

Chicken.

It seems that our friend

Mr. Milo

has left the family circle.

And I think he's taken

this girl Anne Benton with him.

Pauling:
That's impossible.

This guy Milo is a professional.

We don't even have his prints.

( Sighs )

Professional hit men don't

run off with their victims.

( Distant traffic sounds )

( birds singing )

( door unlocking )

I thought you were

going to get me jeans.

( Iaughs )

Come back to bed.

( Sighs )

- Anne:
Milo?

- Milo:
What, what?

- What's it like?

- What's what like?

What's it like being a hit man?

It's a job.

I don't think about it much.

What does it feel like

doing a hit?

It don't feel like anything.

You're too busy making sure

everything goes right.

Come on.

You don't feel anything?

Let me put it to you this way...

I don't go out right afterwards,

have a big meal or anything.

Listen,

you can't keep thinking that I'm going

to do anything you want, 'cause I'm not.

You know?

It's not fair. It's not right.

This is my life, not yours.

No, this is not your life.

This is not my life either.

This is our life.

Anne, under the table.

- ( Man grunting )

- ( guns firing )

( women screaming )

- Out the front door.

- What about the back door?

Out the front, Anne!

They come in the back.

- ( Both firing )

- ( woman grunting )

( woman grunting )

Hey!

Hey!

- ( dogs barking )

( coyote howling )

( laughing )

That was no hit.

You want a bite?

- Sure.

- Mmm.

Mmm! Mmm!

Mexican food.

( Giggling )

There's a lot of cars

passing us.

Maybe you ought to pull over,

let me drive.

- All right.

- You done good.

I'm proud of you.

Is this yours?

Eh, I guess it is.

Mmm. Love it.

( Iaughs )

( grunts )

Gonna go unload the car.

Look around here.

( Bleating )

Anne:
Milo?

- ( Panting )

- Oh, hold on.

There's this... there's a baby

goat or a lamb or something.

It's stuck in a crevasse

in the mountain.

You've got to help me

pull it out... it's stuck.

- It's gonna starve.

- Where, where, where?

Come on!

( Bleating )

( Milo grunting )

Oh, okay.

( Birds chirping )

Milo:
That there's

the Rocky Mountains.

Anne:
No.

That's the back of the Jemez.

The what?

The Jemez wilderness. On the other

side of that is Los Alamos.

( Iaughs )

Can you see everything?

Look, there's Chicago.

Mmm.

Milo:
Tell me something

secret about yourself.

- Mmm, like...

- No, like something

you never told nobody before.

I thought you knew

everything about me.

Oh, come on.

Okay.

I'll tell you a secret

I've never told anybody before.

Yeah?

Yeah. It's really embarrassing.

Yeah, embarrassing?

( Iaughs ) It's disgusting.

Disgusting?

- Mmm.

- All right.

You know what food I get

these terrible cravings for?

This... this is so embarrassing.

It's all right. Yeah?

Well, I'll be sitting

eating dinner

at, like,

the West Beach Cafe in Venice.

Yeah?

I'll have my...

I'll have my arugula salad

and my half order

of capellini and bay scallops

- and my glass of white wine...

- Yeah?

And then suddenly

I have to have

a Hostess Sno Ball. ( laughs )

( laughs ) What?

I especially like the pink ones.

( Iaughs )

Oh, Anne.

Good night.

Good night, Anne.

Mmm.

Thank you.

I like it.

Milo:
You were right.

They are disgusting.

I've been thinking.

You know

the safest place for us?

- Where?

- New Zealand.

Milo.

No, I'm serious.

New Zealand... that's the place.

There's hardly any people.

There's lots of sheep.

You'll love it.

- ( laughs )

We could take a cargo boat.

It's kind of like a sea cruise,

only better.

Fewer a**holes.

Oh, as if your mafia friends

are just going to let us

take a little cruise, huh?

Hey, I can fix it.

Milo, let's get real here

for a second.

I can do other things besides

killing people, you know?

I, uh...

I own a large chain

of Laundromats.

I, uh...

I could do

electrical work, carpentry.

Yeah, well, that's fine for you.

But what about me?

I mean, I need people.

I need museums,

I need galleries,

I need a cultural environment.

Ooh, a "cultural environment."

Yeah.

Who's the pompous a**hole now?

I mean, what a load of crap.

Crap?

Wait a minute, that's...

That's my work.

I mean, that's my life.

I'm an artist.

Oh, you think you're an artist.

Let me tell you about art, baby.

You're gonna tell me about art?

What you know about art would

fit in, like, a thimble.

Art is Charlie Parker.

Art is Hieronymous Bosch,

or whatever his name is.

Now you call yourself an artist,

but your art don't exist

without a wall socket

to plug it into.

Oh, God, what a moron.

You're a moron and a

Philistine, you know that?

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

Well, I got an idea for you.

Why don't you just go right back to

the land of f***ing wall sockets?

Maybe I will.

Fine.

Fine.

Well, fine, here...

Here's the f***ing keys.

- Go on.

- I'm going.

( Car starts )

And take your f***ing

Sno Balls with you!

Ha!

( Playing )

Milo! Milo, listen.

How'd they find us?

Who else knows about this place?

It was a gift from my employer.

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