Dark Country
This is your wakeup call. At the tone...
Oh, God, you should've known.
You don't remember how it started, but you
could've guessed how it was all gonna end.
She was a dealer, right?
Black jack? Or was it poker?
Doesn't really matter now, does it?
Now, it's all over and done with.
You woke up with the prettiest girl
you've ever seen lying in your bed,
cheap ring around her finger,
and a $50 receipt from the little white chapel
crumpled up on the floor.
You don't even know how to spell her name,
but it doesn't matter.
You only know you love her and it's real
and you'd do anything for her.
Sucker.
Go on, look at yourself.
If you knew then what you know now,
would it make any difference?
Do you think you could save her?
Do you think you could save yourself?
Wake up, sleepy head.
Not exactly four-star room service,
but we aim to please.
That's so sweet.
-I didn't exactly marry you for money.
-That was your first mistake.
That was it right there. Did you feel that?
-What?
-The moment.
-What moment?
-The moment I've been looking for.
Ever since... Ever since I quit my job
and cleaned out my bank account,
hit the road, I've been waiting.
I've just been... No, longer than that.
When I was 16 years old,
I saw a girl on a train,
platinum-blond hair, beautiful.
All I wanted to do was take her away
to live with me for the rest of my life.
But you know what?
I couldn't even say hello.
I followed her out of the station.
She went one way and I went the other,
and ever since then I've been...
I've been waiting for...
Waiting, waiting.
Just goes to show you, you know?
Anything can happen.
-Anything.
-Anything.
-Come on.
-Thank you.
We got a long haul ahead of us.
I'm still tired.
You can sleep in the car.
I'll grab some coffee.
Pretty, isn't she?
Hell of a world.
Yeah, it's a shame.
-So, driving across the desert tonight?
-Yeah.
-Vacation?
-I wouldn't...
-Or just married?
-Yeah.
-Congratulations.
-Thank you.
Careful on those roads tonight, son.
People get lost out there
Just ask her and her boyfriend.
Time gets slippery out there,
roads dead end, things double back.
-Just stay on 95. It'll take you all the way.
-Thanks for the tip.
And take care of that new wife of yours.
Here you go, doll.
-Thanks.
-You betcha.
All right.
Let's get out of here.
Weirdoes are taking over.
-What?
-Nothing.
Let's hit it.
One last look.
You've done this before, right?
-Driven across the desert at night?
-It's the only way to beat the heat.
Why did you stop?
The sign back there...
You got a map in here?
Yeah.
Thank you.
Let's see here.
First we went here, and then we went there...
-Hey, hey.
-...got us lost,
and then we ended up here.
-We're supposed to be on the 93.
-So?
We're on the 95.
That's not so bad, only two off.
You're not one of those never-make-
the-wrong-turn kind of guys, are you?
I never turned.
Must have been on the 95
the whole time. Sh*t.
Good thing we're not on a schedule.
Pay attention to the road this time, loser.
You're the navigator.
-This is what happens when you fall asleep.
-Try to figure it out.
All right, anything but country.
What if I like country?
Well, then I guess we have our first tussle
there, little lady.
Good thing we're on our honeymoon.
Come on. I paid a grand for this thing.
-I like this car.
-Well, you get what you pay for.
-ls that better?
-That's much better.
Old man.
All right, I'm turning now.
You're my witness.
Only 22 miles off. Not so bad.
Do you think we're crazy?
Great. You're having second thoughts.
It's... What time is it?
Only about your sense of direction.
No. It's just, I'm not an impulsive person.
Hey, I'm just thrilled I'm sober
and you're still pretty.
Jerk.
You better turn out to be a nice guy
or I'll kick your ass.
That's a lovely thing to say to your husband.
-Our first day as man and wife.
-lf you haven't noticed, it's night.
You know, I'm not a big fan of that.
No? You didn't seem to have a problem
with it last night.
Last night?
-You could've shot me in the head...
-Well, I'll quit...
...I wouldn't have noticed last night.
...tomorrow or when we have kids anyhow.
You do want kids, don't you?
I told you, I'm old-fashioned.
Kids, dog, house,
white picket fence, the works.
Why don't we start small?
Maybe a little apartment,
a couple of houseplants, cat.
-A cat? You a cat person?
-Sure. No. I love pussies.
-Don't.
-Cats.
You feel that? It's so hot.
It's like an oven outside, it's so hot.
-Should've changed out of this dress.
-No, I like it.
Yeah.
-You mean you like how my tits look in it.
-That, too.
I'm sweaty, hot.
Well, have a drink.
There's some water in the cooler.
It's a good idea.
Even better.
Jesus. Old-fashioned?
Beautiful.
Sweet Jesus.
What's this?
How come I never saw that before?
Chinese. It means trust.
-I love the Chinese.
-Me, too.
Chinese food, Chinese checkers.
Pull over. Pull over. Turn off the lights.
Oh, sh*t.
-What was that?
-Heat lightning.
Planning on driving all the way
to Sedona like this?
You don't realize how much light
the stars give out.
All the same, let's stick with the lights.
-You all right?
-God, you hit him. Oh, God.
-Sh*t.
-You hit him.
No, I didn't. I missed him.
-F***.
-What?
God, you hit him.
All right. Stay in the car.
My God.
No other car.
Call 911.
Oh, God.
There's no service.
Okay, I need your help. Hurry.
Oh, God.
You get the feet and I'll get the head.
No, no, no, maybe we shouldn't move him.
What are we gonna do?
We can't just leave him here.
-Just go easy.
-What do l...
Just grab his... Yeah. God... Oh, God.
For God's sake.
-Okay, get the door.
-Okay. Okay.
-Okay.
-Okay.
Wait. Shouldn't you check the other car?
Right.
No one else.
He must have fallen asleep
at the wheel or something.
Yeah.
This goddamn cell phone. Work.
Jesus, blood all over my hands.
-What are we gonna do?
-Almost to the 93.
There's gonna be a gas station.
There's gonna be a rest area, something.
Keep trying that cell.
Oh, God, what happened to the road?
It's a dead end?
Where are we?
Sh*t. Where are we? Jesus.
Great.
-We're lost, aren't we?
-We're not lost.
There are plants growing
in the middle of the road.
Okay, we're just gonna turn around,
that's all.
We're just gonna backtrack to 95. We're fine.
Meanwhile we have a stranger bleeding
to death in the back of our car.
We don't know how bad that man is hurt.
Are you kidding me?
He doesn't have a f***ing face.
It'll be all right.
Take a deep breath, calm down. All right?
Now just put some music on or something.
Okay.
Why don't you just try AM?
It's okay.
We're in a shadow zone, that's all.
The desert has these pockets...
-Dead zones, where...
-Dead zones?
Nice!
Hey, don't worry. We're gonna get help.
It'll be fine.
-How?
-What?
How are we going to get help if
we don't even know where the f*** we are?
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