Dead West Page #4

anyone ever again.

You sound real sure of yourself.

Shut up and keep driving

until I tell you otherwise.

You know, you still haven't told

me where I'm going yet.

You'll find out soon enough.

The suspense is killing me.

Turn the engine off.

So what now?

I bet you killed a lot

of girls in this car.

In this car?

Matter of fact...

I killed one sitting

right where you are now.

Goddamn did she scream.

The leather seats make it

real easy to clean up though.

I'm always real careful

to clean up afterwards

alright, you sick motherf***er,

out of the car!

Out!

All right.

All right.

I'm gonna end this,

end you.

Is that right?

Before I do,

I just gotta ask you one thing.

Shoot.

Why?

Why?

You wanna know why.

All right.

I'll tell you why.

Because some people don't

deserve to go on living.

You should've stopped talking

about what you wanted to do

and done it.

What's going on out here?

Sorry, I didn't

mean to wake you up.

Dwayne:
You didn't.

I just heard you crying

and wanted to see what all

the commotion was about.

It's a long story.

Short version is I'm

locked out of my room

and have no idea how

I'm gonna pay for it.

Give me the long version.

I got time.

You sure about that?

Sure I'm sure.

Well...

The a**hole I was staying with

split town and left me here.

He hit me and took

all the money,

my money.

How much?

Enough.

Why'd he take it?

Because he's

a mean son of a b*tch,

thinks he's hot sh*t,

thinks he owns me.

Without me

he wouldn't have a dime.

What kind of work do you do?

You'll judge me.

I won't judge you.

I'm a dancer.

What kind of dancer?

The kind who takes

their clothes off.

Dwayne:
I see.

Does that bother you?

I ain't easily bothered.

We were in town so I

could dance at this club.

He's been, like my manager

for the last year,

and he just ups and leaves,

everything I've been

working for.

Me, I've been working that

whole time, saving up.

For what?

A dream.

Well what dream?

I've been planning on

opening a beauty salon.

Wouldn't know it by

looking at me I know,

but it's been a dream of mine

since I was a little girl.

It's good to have dreams,

to work for them.

Yeah. Well...

It's all gone now,

along with that money.

Dwayne:
Don't talk like that.

There's always a way,

if you work for it.

How can I say that

when I can't even pay

for my own damn room?

I haven't got

a goddamn cent on me.

I'll tell you what.

You stay with me tonight.

You can even have the bed,

and I'll sleep on the floor.

And in the morning we'll...

Figure out your situation.

No, I couldn't put

you out like that.

It ain't putting anyone out.

I'd be glad to help.

Plus the floor ain't

much less comfortable

than the bed anyhow.

And I'll be a gentleman,

scout's honor.

You sure?

I ain't gonna offer again.

Yeah. Okay.

Thanks.

Dwayne:
Don't mention it.

Come on.

It ain't exactly the Ritz,

but the bed's clean and I

don't have cooties or nothing.

Good to know.

Make yourself at home.

That can't be comfortable.

I'm just as fine

here as I am anywhere,

believe me.

So, what about you?

What about me?

What were you doing

in this shitty motel?

It's where I feel comfortable.

You traveling?

Dwayne:
You could say that.

I'm always traveling, drifting.

Never really felt at

home in any one place.

Me either.

So I figure I'll

just keep on drifting

until I find something

that makes me wanna stop,

know what I mean?

Yeah, I think I do.

Maybe that's what I should do.

What you should do is

open up that beauty salon.

That's what you should do.

Yeah, someday.

Yeah, you'll do it.

You just gotta keep motoring on.

You know what your destiny is.

You just gotta keep moving

forward and you'll get there.

Nothing's gonna stop you,

no one.

No one's ever stopped me.

What's your destiny?

I don't think I can

tell you that just yet.

Why not?

I don't have the answer.

Not yet.

I'm getting closer.

Will you tell me

when you do know?

Sure I will.

I'm still trying to figure out

what mine is.

You look like a

girl I once knew.

Roxy:
Oh yeah, who's that?

Carol Ann.

A girl I almost married.

She had hair just like yours.

This thing?

I just wear it for work.

Most men have

a thing for blondes.

Yeah.

So... what happened?

What?

Roxy:
What happened?

- To what?

- The girl you were gonna marry.

She broke my heart.

Sorry.

It's all right.

She got what she deserved.

And so did I.

I don't think I

caught your name.

Roxy. What's yours?

Dwayne.

Dwayne. I like that.

Sounds like a rock

and roll singer.

You don't wanna hear

me sing, that's for sure.

Bust every window

out of this joint.

All right, I'll

take your word for it.

Well you must be tired.

I'll let you rest.

Thanks again for helping me out.

It's no trouble.

You just get some sleep

and we'll talk in the morning.

Night, Dwayne.

Goodnight, Roxy.

Morning.

Morning.

How'd you sleep?

Like the dead.

Good.

You?

I don't sleep much.

Oh.

I was thinking.

Roxy:
About what?

That guy.

Took all that money from you.

Yeah.

What's his name?

Sug.

Sug what?

Sug white.

Sug white?

That's what he goes by.

I don't know what

his real name is.

You got any idea where Sug

might've ran off to?

- Pretty good one.

Where?

He has this big house in

the suburbs where he stays

with some of his people.

Where is it?

It's a couple hours from here.

That's why we were staying

here while I was... working.

And you're really sure

he's there?

I don't know, but I bet he is.

He knows I can't go back there.

Kick my ass if I ever

showed up there again.

You're not gonna show up there.

What do you mean?

I am.

Why?

Well...

When someone takes what's yours,

you have a right to get it back.

But how would you do it?

Let me worry about that.

You just tell me

how to get there.

I won't let them hurt you.

They won't even

know you're there.

I don't know.

You still wanna open up

that beauty salon, don't you?

Yeah.

That's what I thought.

Now let's go get some food

and we'll hit the road.

I'll have a few words

with... Sug.

All right.

So where you from?

Brownwood, Texas.

- Never been there.

- Don't bother. Nothing to see.

How long did you live there?

Long enough.

And then after the

woman I loved... left,

I decided to hit the road.

What about your family?

No family.

My folks are dead.

Oh.

What happened?

They both died when I was a kid.

My daddy used to get drunk

at the same country

western bar every night,

get in fights, get kicked out.

Then he'd come home

and beat up on my mama and me.

And it went on

that way for years.

Then one night...

Someone cut his brakes

while he was in the bar.

It just so happened

when mama got dropped off

to check up on him,

make sure he was all right,

and drive his truck home,

it was raining,

hard to see,

and there was this bridge

between our house and the bar.

The truck went right

off the bridge.

They both drowned.

Oh my god.

Did they ever catch

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