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You girls watch yourselves.

- You're sure this is no trouble?

- No use you waitin' seven hours...

on a bus to Bayview when I can

get you there in two.

I just hate to take ya too far

off the beaten path.

There's a man I can see on the way,

if you don't mind a detour or two.

- It's greased.

- Huh?

The wristband.

By the way, I get those novelties

straight from Korea.

I can do you ten on the dollar,

as many as you want.

Bayview's a little south for you,

ain't it, Arlis?

Who said anything about Bayview?

'55, '56, somewhere in there.

Eisenhower days.

- '57.

- Whatever.

- How'd you know about Bayview?

- Reese Davies.

- Who's Reese Davies?

- A moron.

Used to own a movie theater

down that way.

At least, his father did,

till he died.

Reese ran it into the ground

in about 18 months.

I had a couple of cigarette machines

in the lobby from his old man's day.

Then when the theater went south,

Reese tried to claim 'em as assets.

It's his wife. Reese's.

Ugly as sin, ain't it?

Maybe some music'll

take the bite out of it.

Keep going. Sometimes you can

pick up K-MOO drivin' south.

Or here. Big Lake's got a station

plays George Jones most afternoons.

You like George Jones?

You spend much time

out this way?

Who? Me? No.

Like I said, my girlfriend...

There's no girlfriend.

It's just me.

See, if I hadn't have

gotten my money stolen...

I wouldn't have been jumpin' out of

the cake, and we never would've met.

And you wouldn't be wastin' time

drivin' me back to Bayview.

I'm sorry I lied.

That's all right.

It's just...

I'm really not myself

right now.

That's all right.

And I'm married.

That's all right too.

America's number-one

shop-at-home television service...

bringing you 24 hours of savings,

fun and excitement every day.

Jesus. Will you look at this.

Two days.

Think if I'd been gone a week.

If youre just joining us,

you're not too late.

Don't worry. We're alone.

It's always on.

Reese goes through a picture tube

every six months.

I make it a rule not to trespass...

especially in a man's house

I don't know.

Well, believe me, it's more my house

than it is his.

Drop that anywhere.

I'll be right back.

You're welcome to a beer

if you can find one.

- I oughta be pushin' off.

- What's that?

I said, "I left my smokes

in the truck."

What the hell?

Afternoon, Mr. Davies.

I'm Earl Logan,

Ned Foster's man.

Is that your truck?

Yeah. I mean...

Well, I was wondering if we could

get you to move it.

See, it sure would make our job

a whole lot easier.

And I need you to sign here 'fore

we can start. Watch your finger.

Son of a b*tch.

Son of a b*tch!

They're...

Hello? Hubie?

This is Kay Davies.

Does my husband happen to be there?

Don't lie to me, Hubie!

Sh*t!

What the hell is that

in the driveway?

I think that they're lookin'

for your husband.

Well, they're not the only ones.

Can I help you?

Ma'am, I need the gentleman's

signature so we can begin.

You're not takin' my furniture.

Ma'am, I'm not

emotionally involved.

Well, I am!

Christ!

"Boo-boo"?

Since it looks like

I'm not needed here anymore...

Hey, Darlene. You haven't

by any chance seen Reese, have you?

You have.

Really?

Who are you?

Never mind, Darlene.

Here he is.

Sorry to bother you.

This don't look like a good time

for introductions, so I'm gonna...

Where'd you put that duffel?

There.

I understand all about schedules.

Just give me a minute

to get my ducks in line.

Quack, quack.

Jesus, Kay, where in the hell

have you been?

Just what in the hell

are you wearin'?

And just who in the hell is this?

You're askin' me questions?

Exactly what the hell is that truck

doin' outside?

Well, if you'd been here, Kay, maybe

I wouldn't have to explain it to ya.

I'm gone two days,

and you sell the furniture?

Well, if it makes you feel better,

I sold it two weeks ago.

Well, sh*t, Reese, that makes me

feel a whole lot better.

Look, I don't wanna talk about

no goddamn chest of drawers, anyway.

I wanna know

who in the hell this man is.

None of your f***in' business.

Hell, no.

He's in my house with my woman.

- Are you cheatin' with my wife?

- Actually, I just...

That's right, Reese.

Not two hours ago...

we were sweatin' over each other in

the back room of the Shady 8 Motel.

He don't mind it in the mornin'.

And guess what, Reese.

I haven't showered...

or brushed my teeth.

Actually,

I just gave her a ride...

in the truck.

Now, you listen to me, darlin'.

There are two men on our front lawn,

and they got a job to do.

Now, I'm gonna open that door,

and you're gonna let 'em do it.

Ain't that right?

F*** you.

Go for it, Slick.

You got yourself

a real lionheart, Kay.

F*** my pretty wife now.

F*** this.

- That's my gun.

- Very good, Reese.

It's your gun, in my hand,

pointed at you. Get the picture?

Christ, Kay, you don't even know

how to use that thing.

I got a pretty good idea.

Now, Reese, darlin', I suggest

you take your sorry ass outside...

and tell the gentlemen on the lawn

that the deal is off.

I can't do that.

- Christ, Kay!

- Trust me, Reese.

That clock ain't the only thing

runnin' out of time.

I took money. I shook hands, Kay.

The deal is done.

How much?

Seven hundred dollars.

- Where is it?

- You know them bills we had to pay!

Sh*t, Reese, you haven't paid a bill

in three years. Where is it?

Kay, I just told you.

For God's sake, Kay.

All right. It's gone.

I lost it.

Poker?

Mostly.

You sell that too?

The piano?

Hell, no. I bought you that

for your birthday, Kay.

- All right then. We'll take it.

- Take it?

You got room

in the truck there, Arlan?

- Wait just a second here.

- It's Arlis.

You don't even know his name?

For Christ's sake, Kay, what

in the hell has happened to you?

Excuse me.

Who's holding the gun here?

You are.

So I guess I can call anybody

any damn thing I damn well please.

Am I right?

That's right.

Sorry.

Back there. Your name.

Mixing it up.

That's a horrible thing

to do to a person.

You were close enough.

It's just I have a habit

of doin' it when I get nervous.

I got so mad at a boss of mine

one time, I was screamin' at him...

a full three minutes 'fore I

realized I was callin' him Leroy...

and his name was Ed.

Not even close.

It sort of took the sting

out of it.

Scary sometimes.

What's that?

Moments.

Little split-seconds of time

where you find yourself capable...

of things you would never even think

of doing normally.

Like back there,

holdin' that gun.

There was a moment

when my finger twitched.

Not so you could see.

More like inside, under the skin.

Some crazy little muscle.

And I could've done it. I could've

shot him right in the face.

My whole life would've changed

in one tiny little second.

It's not in your blood.

Ain't that a kick?

Yeah, it's a real tickler.

You mind tellin' me

what you got in here?

Seven years of bad luck,

at least what's left.

Well, thank God

the furniture's spoken for.

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