Hard Eight Page #4

He's staying at the Sand Dunes.

I got the name from the wallet.

Clementine saw her there before.

You talked to this man's wife?

I called her and told her to get

the money. She said she would.

- Did you tell her where you were?

We're not stupid.

No, of course. You're not stupid.

Are you gonna help us?

So? What do you want me to do?

I don't know.

First, this guy's wife has obviously

called the cops. Understand?

- Not necessarily.

- Yes, necessarily!

She wants to deal with it.

She's not gonna tell the cops

that her husband was...

f***ing...

F***!

I mean, she might not, right?

She might not.

What did you tell her, John?

I just said that we would call her

and tell her what to do.

No. Did you tell her that

you'd kill him if she didn't?

What'd you tell her?

Yeah.

- "Yeah" what?

I told her we'd kill him.

This is a very...

fuckedup situation here.

- You promised you'd help me.

- I didn't promise you anything.

At the door. Come on! Syd!

You gotta help me!

You don't have to help us.

I sure as hell don't.

Then get the f*** out of here!

Oh, good.

- You got yourself in this situation.

I did not get you here.

So you humble yourself.

You humble yourself!

Give me the f***ing gun, John!

Jesus Christ!

Give it to me.

Is it loaded?

No.

Where'd you get it?

From Jimmy.

Jimmy? Has Jimmy been here?

No.

What does Jimmy know about this?

Nothing.

- Don't say that, John.

I'm not.

What are you saying?

Nothing.

Clementine, get in the chair,

will you?

Come on, come on.

You are going to answer

every question I ask you to.

Don't look at John.

Look at me.

When you left the hotel this morning,

where did you go?

We went shopping at the mall.

After that?

We went to my house.

- Why?

Because I wanted

to get some clothes.

I told you to buy clothes.

I wanted to go get something!

All right. After that, what?

Syd, just ask me.

We had sex.

- Then what?

I know you're trying to

figure this whole thing out...

but what happened this morning

doesn't matter.

I'II judge that.

Fine. Then just ask me

what happened.

I would like to understand

how you go from being...

in the bar at the Sand Dunes

with that guy...

to being in here.

Where did this thing go wrong?

Because he thought that he was smart

and I was stupid...

and I'm not stupid.

Well, this is a pretty stupid

situation, isn't it?

We'll see how f***ing stupid I am

when we get my money, won't we?

You know the first thing they should

have taught you at hooker school?

You get the money up front.

- F*** you.

Syd, don't talk to her like that.

I'm having a conversation.

Don't talk to her like that.

- Shut the f*** up.

I'm warning you, Syd!

Don't f***ing talk to her like that!

She's my wife!

We got married this afternoon.

You b*tch.

You're f***ing dead!

Right?

I am glad to see you are having

a wonderful honeymoon.

Syd, where are you going?

- Don't leave, please.

- I can't get involved in this.

You don't have to be involved.

Just don't leave.

If I stay here, I am involved.

If I stay here, I am part of it.

Do you get that?

Let's just go back inside.

You got a guy unconscious in there.

A guy that you kidnapped

and are holding for ransom.

Do you realize

how f***ing serious this is?

Look, John...

if you want to leave here...

if you want me to help you get

as far away from here as possible...

then you just get in your car

and go.

Yeah? Let's do that, John.

Let's just get in the car and go.

Where am I gonna go?

Away. Anywhere. Away!

How could you let her go and do

a thing like this, John?

You've got money.

This is not good.

We were at the bar.

I f***ing turn around.

She's gone. I didn't know.

What do you think?

I didn't know.

Did you really get married?

Did you?

Yeah.

She said "yes." I didn't want her

to say "no" later on.

I'd been seeing her for two months.

I never had the guts to say anything.

I saw her in my bed this morning,

it was like a sign from heaven.

You know?

I know this is f***ed up.

I'm not stupid.

I know I f***ed up, okay?

She's got some problems, I know,

but I really love her.

What am I gonna do?

I love her, Syd.

Okay.

Everything is gonna be fine.

Everything is gonna work out.

You'll see. Okay?

Come on. Let's go.

All right.

Come on. We're gonna go.

We're gonna leave.

Syd thinks we should leave, so...

get your purse, Clem,

and put your coat on.

Why is he doing that?

- Getting rid of your fingerprints.

This guy saw us.

Maybe he'll wake up

and he won't remember.

If he doesn't remember when he wakes up,

then why are we leaving?

If he does, the cops are gonna come

and they're gonna check.

I'm not going anywhere.

We don't have a choice.

John, I'm gonna tell you something

right now!

This man owes me.

He f***ed me and he's gonna pay me!

Don't be crazy, all right?

Don't be crazy, honey.

I mean, this is the only thing

that we can do, okay?

The only chance we have

right now...

is if we leave.

I tell you that you can go,

but I'm not.

You wanna get caught?

You wanna go to jail?

I want my money.

Look at me, please.

Let's just listen to Sydney.

Syd knows. He knows.

I won't tell them about you... if that's

what you're thinking... if I get caught.

Jesus Christ, Clem.

That's not why.

What do you want me to say?

What do I have to say? I love you!

You want to stay here...

with this f***ing idiot?

You want to be separated

from our marriage, from me?

I don't care.

Well, f*** you then!

You stupid f***in' whore!

F*** you, John!

Oh, Jesus. I'm sorry.

- Oh, God.

- Jesus Christ, John. Stop it.

My darling Clementine,

listen to me, will you?

Are you listening?

If you stay here,

you will be caught.

We're talking about kidnapping,

extortion...

other things-

I don't know what.

But not good things, honey.

Okay, honey?

Clementine, look at me, will you?

Come on. Look at me.

Do you love John?

He slapped my face.

Do you love him?

Yes.

You've got that.

You love him, and he loves you.

And you're not gonna spoil it

on this bullshit.

All right.

Okay. Where'd you get the handcuffs?

They're mine.

Give me the key.

What for?

I have to unlock him.

- Did you hit him with the gun?

- Yeah.

All right, let's get out of here.

Come on, Clementine.

Hey, don't forget your cigarettes

and your lighter.

Let's go.

Who's that, John?

Who's calling?

I don't know.

- What do you mean, you don't know?

I don't know, okay?

- Who knows you're here?

Maybe the guy's wife.

I don't know, Syd.

It's the front desk.

Don't f*** with me.

Syd, I'm not f***ing with you.

It's the front desk. I don't know.

Jimmy knows we're here.

Jimmy knows we're here,

but it doesn't matter. Let's just go.

Let's go.

Right. Let's go.

Syd, I'm sorry about Jimmy.

We'll talk about it later.

Get your car, follow me to Clementine's.

She's coming with me.

Now tell me the man checked

into the motel, yes?

Yes.

Did anybody see you?

The man behind the counter?

What about the bar at the Sand Dunes?

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