Freeway Page #4

are these, Bob?

You have to answer with the first thing

that comes into your mind.

It's very important.

- I knew I was flesh and blood.

- I understand that.

But you have to tell me

exactly how you felt.

You have to learn how to express

your feelings out loud.

I felt just like you said.

Say it out loud, Vanessa.

I felt like I had been

transformed into a human urinal.

That's very good, Vanessa.

Very good.

Now tell me this,

and this is absolutely crucial.

Are you ready?

Did Larry try to f*** you?

Oh, God.

He tried, later on.

Did you like it

when Larry f***ed you?

You piece of sh*t!

- I told you this can get uncomfortable.

- Pull on over right now!

- We're not finished yet.

- Yes, we are!

We are definitely finished.

Now you pull on over!

You can suffer irreparable damage

if you break it off like this!

- I don't give a goddamn!

- Jesus Christ!

Piece of sh*t!

F***in' pervert!

- Jesus Christ!

- Where's the door handle?

You lookin' for this?

- Now you just settle down!

- I'm gonna kill you!

I'm gonna slit your f***in' throat.

Is that what you want me to f***in' do?

Okay! I'm stoppin', okay?

You get down on the floor

and get my f***in' car keys

and you put them in the ignition.

You know, you wouldn't like it

if someone was doin' that to you.

You're probably right, Vanessa.

- I doubt I would like it.

- Then stop it!

I will stop it

if you promise to behave.

I promise I'll behave.

- Are you that guy on the news?

- I'm sorry?

Are you the guy that's been killin'

all them girls on the freeway?

Why are you killin'

all them girls, Bob?

'Cause I've reached my f***ing limit

with people like you, Vanessa.

- What kind of people am I?

- The alcoholics, the drug addicts...

the fathers who f***

their daughters...

the drug-addicted motherfuckin' whores

with their bastard...

Hey, I ain't no trick baby!

I call them "garbage people",

and I assure you, you are one of them.

I am not.

Look at you. You're already a master

at the manipulation of men.

I didn't run nothin' on you.

It's so intrinsic to your f***in' nature,

you're not even aware when you do it.

Stupid b*tch.

What, you think it's okay to do

all sorts of bad stuff to me now?

That's an open-ended discussion, dealing

with deep philosophical ramifications...

something you could hardly grasp.

Take it from me, a professional,

you're an absolute f***ing moron.

You know,

maybe I ain't smart like you,

and maybe I haven't finished school,

but at least I ain't a hypocrite.

Vanessa, please indulge me.

Tell me why I am a hypocrite.

You act like you's all on

some sort of mission,

but all you wanna do is

just get off in a sex-type way.

Are you gonna do sex to me now?

I promise you, if we get really,

really intimate,

you're gonna be

way past being offended.

What, are you gonna

f*** me when I'm dead?

Mister, I'm a person!

I'm a human being!

Yeah, like that drug addict

f***in' whore of a mother of yours?

I sure wouldn't want

to meet your mom, Bob.

What, you can talk about my mom

but I can't talk about yours?

We are not here

to talk about me, Vanessa!

We are here to talk about you,

so get your f***in' pants down!

Please just let me go, Bob.

Goddamn it!

Get your f***in' pants down,

you f***in' c*nt!

What'd you call me?

Get your f***in' pants down now!

Okay, but look, I got these boots

and I got all them laces and stuff,

so give me a minute.

Hurry up.

F***ing b*tch!

I'm gonna f***in'

kill you, Vanessa.

- You just settle down, Bob.

- Okay.

You just settle down right now!

Drop that razor out the window.

If you try anything,

I'm gonna shoot you so many times!

You should've just let me out of the car

when I asked you to, Bob!

You see where

bad manners get you?

Listen, Vanessa, look.

I just...

I've heard all I'm gonna

hear out of you.

- F***!

- So there!

Jesus Christ!

That's for trickin' me into tellin' you

all them things I never told my fiance!

Jesus Christ!

We're gonna get into an accident!

And that's for cuttin' off

all my hair, you f***er!

Vanessa, you're upset, okay?

You have every right to be.

Something dark and terrible came

over me, but I wasn't gonna hurt you.

- You gotta believe that.

- Yeah, right! I'm so sure!

I'm serious. I just wanted to scare you.

I don't even know why.

Vanessa, it's obvious to me right now

I'm a profoundly sick man.

I won't argue with you there.

Anyone who'd do sex to a dead person

is definitely sick, mister.

See? You just admitted it.

I'm a sick...

Bob, shut up!

Shut up!

Son of a b*tch.

Vanessa? What are you

thinking right now?

You wanna hear more of my

innermost f***in' secrets?

- No.

- F***in' a**hole.

No. I was just wondering

what you were planning on doing.

I'm gonna turn you in to the

f***in' pigs, that's what I'm gonna do!

You know what'll happen then,

don't you?

Yeah. You'll end up

suckin' gas at San Quentin.

- Vanessa.

- You just might.

Vanessa, people like me,

we don't go to the gas chamber.

Then you'll go to the penitentiary,

where the mighty Aryan Brotherhood

will make you wish

you'd never been born.

The likelihood of someone like me

goin' to prison is absolutely nil.

You think they're

just goin' to let you walk?

It'll be like that time

Mr. Morales broke your jaw.

- You think so, huh?

- Absolutely.

They won't take me for a killer.

They'll let me go free.

They'll send you to

some new foster home...

probably make Mr. Morales' place

look like some pleasant dream to you.

Unless, of course, you wanna play it

smart for the first time in your life.

How do I go about doin' that, Bob?

I got some money on me.

I got an A.T.M. card.

We can go get some more.

You can go your way, I'll go mine.

I swear to God,

you'll never see or hear me again.

What do you say?

I say, turn off

on that exit up there!

Vanessa, we're in

the middle of nowhere!

You wanna get shot

a whole bunch of times?

Now do like I tell you, dumbass!

- Okay, I'm turning.

- You think this is a game?

What are we gonna do, Vanessa?

Drive around forever looking for a cop?

Keep flappin' your gums, Bob.

Who cares if no one's listenin'?

Pull up on that

dirt road over there.

I know there's a lot of sick guys

that get hard...

thinkin' about messin' women up.

Hell, that's all

you ever see on TV.

But when a guy goes and does that for

real like you were plannin' on doin'...

- I was just trying to scare you.

- You had your turn to talk!

I think it's only fair to let me

get my two cents in.

You're absolutely right. Sorry.

Please, go on.

But when a guy goes and hurts someone

who never hurt them,

that makes him a criminal first

and a sick guy second.

It's like being sick has to take

second place to being crooked.

And Bob, you're crooked.

You proved that to me tonight.

- Am I making any sense?

- Yes. There's so much I wanna tell you...

- Bob.

- There's more to me than what you saw.

- Bob.

- Please.

The time for talk's over now.

I'm gonna ask you a question

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