Feeling Minnesota Page #3

I'm afraid to ask.

What?

Did you get the money?

You think this is the best time

to discuss finances?

It's my last chance, Jjaks.

Yeah.

I got it.

That's what Ifound.

He's got more than this.

He said so.

- I don't understand.

- It's enough.

We can check out of here

and go...

in the morning.

What are we gonna do?

This was our last chance!

They're gonna find us

andfucking kill us!

How could you

let him get to you?

I didn't let him get to me.

Let go of me!

I counted on you, Jjaks!

- Hey, shut up in there!

- You shut up!

You shut the f*** up!

Is everything

all right in there?

What's going on?

Where are the car keys?

I'm gonna call the cops!

I'll get you some help.

Show's over, so crawl

back into yourfucking hole.

All right.

Hi, Freddie.

- Where's Red and Joseph?

- It's just me.

Let's go for a drive.

Come on.

Come on, I want to talk.

Come on, drive.

You don't need that gun.

You gotta be reasonable

about this.

This wasn't meant to be.

You know?

I'm sure

there's lots of girls...

I guess, who...

would be just rightfor you.

Let's talk about it.

It was supposed

to be a surprise...

but I can tell you now.

I sent half the money already.

Not a down payment,

but half of it.

You would...

You'd laugh if you knew how hard

it was to get this money.

Red'd sh*t his pants.

Look.

This is the model right here.

It's nice.

It's 2,700 square feet.

Central air and heat.

It's got cable

with fifty-seven channels...

a two-car garage...

and look, a swimming pool

with tennis courts...

and a park, you know,

that they're building.

I can't breathe.

Don't open the f***ing door!

Look, I know that your dream

is to live in Vegas...

but this is close to Vegas,

but better.

It's like a real neighborhood.

We have a choice.

Look what it says here.

"Eggplant or ecru"

for the carpeting.

Is that a color?

I don't know. I guess.

Eggplant.

And how many children

should we have?

Two.

You're a liar.

Can I get a Coke...

and a Hostess cupcake?

Sure.

One of those sweatshirts, too.

Here.

What are youfamous for?

I don't know.

That was a nice horse you had.

What?

You know.

Yeah, thanks.

So, did you call the cops?

No. Why? Did you?

No. It wasn't my horse.

Shoot.

Could I use your phone?

I'm sorry. We can't tie it up.

Tie it up?

- Who's gonna call?

- Sorry.

There's trouble in there.

A murder!

I saw the guy.

My name?

Sh*t.

Jesus.

Oh, sh*t.

This is

the manager of the motel.

The police are here.

They want to have a look

around your room.

Whatever you got going in there,

get rid of it.

I ain't in the mood

to have the place busted.

So, what's going on?

Well, let's find out.

I just spoke to him.

I'm sorry.

I was in the bathroom...

and my wife is sleeping.

Please, let's whisper.

She's come down

with some sort of flu.

Poor thing was throwing up

all night.

She justfell asleep

maybe ten minutes ago.

What happened to you?

My stupid brother and me.

We got drunk.

It was stupid.

- What's this?

- What?

There's blood here on the sink.

From my head.

He got me pretty good.

But I got him better.

Where is your brother?

Kicked his ass back home.

I came to visit, right?

He gets drunk

and all bent out of shape.

Who needs that, right?

Where is home?

About half an hour

outside of St. Paul.

Let's go.

Why don't you come on outside?

Come on out here for a second.

Just need to talk to you.

You ever been in any trouble?

Not really.

Maybe a little.

You got a record?

Figured as much.

You staying out of trouble?

Yes, sir.

I've got my life and my wife.

That's all a man needs

to turn things around.

Yeah, well...

I'm sorry, Freddie.

And?

What...

I got an emergency call,

come on!

Life is one big emergency,

man, so f*** off.

Some a**hole. I don't know.

Am I given to understand

you killed Freddie Clayton?

Is that true?

Is that a yes or a no?

It doesn't matter because

your brother here...

says he knows where

you stashed the body.

And if that's true,

that's a very sad thing...

because that was

a beautiful girl...

with her whole life

ahead of her!

Son of a b*tch.

I liked that girl.

Kind of a stupidfucking name

is that, anyway?

What?

It was supposed to be Jack...

but they f***ed up

his birth certificate.

No, yeah!

A stupidfucking typo.

That's all your life

amounts to, huh?

It's here somewhere.

Where?

He must've did something

with it.

Sure you got the right spot?

Well, there's nothing here.

Don't point out the obvious.

It's f***ing annoying.

No, he moved her.

You did something.

Where is she?

Come on!

Hey, hey! Jesus!

You think I've got the time

to fool around?

You remember I'm a cop!

People depend on me.

I'm here to serve and protect.

I don't have the time

to f*** around...

with a couple of f***ing losers

like you!

But I saw it!

How do you know she's here?

Maybe it's up the road

or something.

This is it. This is the spot.

I'm telling you what I saw!

I don't think so.

Youfind your own way back.

You can't just leave me

out here.

I can't, huh?

Gimme a light, a**hole.

So what went wrong?

She make you mad?

Come on, you can tell me.

What did you do with her body?

You know I know.

People know she didn't

want to be with you.

And people know

you let those motherfuckers...

write that on her arm,

you bastard!

- I didn't tell 'em to do it!

- Who did?

She was my wife!

Forfourfucking days!

So?

Wasn't conventional.

We didn't meet at the prom.

So what?

So why couldn't

she love me anyway?

You know I didn't have

any reason to kill her...

but you did!

I can't remember anything,

but you were there, right?

Maybe.

Where's the body?

Kiss my ass.

Hey, you set me up.

Only if you're setting me up.

So, was it love or just...

with Freddie?

F*** off.

A good blow job feels like love

every time, right?

Sh*t!

I'm not letting you

out of my sight.

Notfor a minute.

That's fine with me.

Where you going?

Don't answer it.

Who is it?

Tell my brother

what you just told me.

Who is it?

Just take the phone.

That's right, Mr. Clayton.

What my wife saw the other night

made me sick.

One of you carrying

that woman...

her body... into the room...

and then the other one

carrying her out.

I think you know what I mean.

Fifty thousand dollars

ought to do it.

I don't want to be hard,

'cause you got problems...

but I'd really like

the money by morning...

or I'll have to go

to the police.

Sorry for the inconvenience.

Did you hear what he said?

He said...

one of us carried her body

into the room...

and one of us carried her out.

I only carried her out.

I mean, I couldn't remember.

You bastard!

You let me think it was me!

Look, it doesn't matter

who killed her, right?

I mean, he saw me

and he saw you...

It matters!

I loved her!

Well, don't worry now.

You did the right thing

calling me.

I'll take care

of everything, OK?

But you gotta

take care of me, too.

Listen to me, a**hole,

this is what's gonna happen.

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