Iowa Page #4

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okay, no matter what.

I"m gonna hang up.

Okay.

Come on.

Freak.

Hey, okay.

Come on.

Okay.

Come on.

All right.

Okay, come on.

What"s your problem, huh?.

I don"t have a problem.

Huh?.

See, I don"t have a problem.

Why you acting so weird, huh?.

- Come on. Stop it!

- God!

You know,

you don"t want to do it.

Either you"re on the rag or you

don"t want to do it, you know?.

You...

You tell me every detail.

You exclude not one thing.

He called me down to his office,

claiming you were in trouble.

Would you like a cigarette?.

It was evening when I got there,

so nobody else was around.

I treat everything...

like I treat a p*ssy.

He put a gun to my head and

told me to take my clothes off.

But I wouldn"t do it.

So he handcuffed me to the wall.

And he ripped my top

and my panties off.

And then he got it really hard,

and he put it in my face.

He told me to suck it,

but I wouldn"t.

And then he put the gun

in my mouth.

And then he put the gun

inside me.

He was so strong, I...

I didn"t want to tell you.

I figured...

I figured... you"d think of me

as a takeback or something.

I love you too much

not to kill him.

I"m pregnant, too.

Come here.

Come here.

Shh.

Come here.

Come on.

It"s okay.

It"s okay.

He took something from you

that wasn"t his to take, okay?.

I want to kill him.

I want to f***ing kill him.

Come here.

ROD:
Yes...

LARRY:
Well, hey, Rod.

I need the urine analysis

for Leo Harte.

Yeah, that test is positive

for methamphetamine.

Excuse me?.

- Okay, boy.

- Hang up the goddamn phone.

You are making a big mistake.

Hang up the goddamn phone!

Hang up the damn phone!

ROD:
Is everything -

- Stand up.

- What?.

Stand up.

Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay.

Hey!

Drop your pants.

I want to see your penis.

- What?.

- Drop your goddamn pants!

I want to see your penis!

Okay, okay, okay, okay.

This...

is for branding my girl,

you narco swine piece of sh*t.

Aah!

Sh*t.

- Did you kill him?.

- No. It wasn"t loaded.

Can you believe that?.

Take it!

Get in the goddamn car

and load the gun!

- Okay.

- Get in!

Keep it loaded!

Get in!

You do whatever you got to do

to sell the rest of the dope.

Donna, Nick, and I are taking

the money and going to Mexico.

You ain"t welcome.

We split it 50/50, and

you get the f*** out of here.

Sh*t.

I"m gonna put in an order.

I"m not hungry.

Once we tell the waitress

we want an orange soda

and a piece of cherry pie,

the slinging starts.

I...

Yeah, can I get

a, uh, orange soda

and a piece of cherry pie,

please?.

I"m gonna take a piss.

Sharing the blood is caring.

Oh, my God!

I love you.

I want you in my heart.

Nick, it"s me - Donna!

There"s bloody sh*t

all over my toilet!

Oh, my God!

What are you doing?.!

You killed the baby!

You killed the baby!

Oh, my God!

You"re going crazy, Nick.

You"re tweaked out.

Oh, my God! Stop it!

You killed the baby!

There"s nothing there!

- Baby!

- Oh, my God, Nick!

Stop it!

You"re f***ing crazy!

Stop!

There"s nothing there!

Hey, man.

You just order cherry pie

and an orange soda?.

Yeah, I guess so.

Hey, man.

You can"t be in here today

with that b*tch.

Who?.

The b*tch you came in with.

I had my burrito inside her,

too.

So don"t think

you"re so hot sh*t to my face.

Aah!

Pedro!

F*** you!

Clear the goddamn table.

I"m gonna cut this guy.

Don"t ever sell

where Ramrod sells.

Will you remember?.

Dirty baby killer!

I got it!

It was a f***ing miracle of God!

You had a miracle of God!

I"m gonna f***ing burn you,

Nick!

You"re f***ed!

Don"t make me burn you!

Don"t!

Don"t make me burn you!

Aah!

Never say "f*** you" to me

again.

Ugh!

F*** you.

Donna?.

Bud?.

Don"t - Get away.

It"s me, okay?. Esper.

You"re tweaking.

Hey.

You remember that time

when we were chasing each other

around the house

when we were kids?.

We came around that corner

and ran smack-dab

into each other, huh?.

And my tooth

got stuck in your forehead.

I still got the scar.

Give me the knife, Nick.

This f***ing gnome

burned my dick off.

Hey!

It"s Donna, okay?.

You got a knife to her throat.

Come on.

I"m sorry, man.

I took too much.

For what?.

It"s my fault.

I don"t think life likes me

too much right now.

Oh, no.

Hey, Nicky.

Life likes you fine.

Do me a favor.

Name it.

When you join me in hell...

...bring my dick with you.

No!

Oh, no!

Jesus Christ!

Ugh!

No!

No!

No!

No!

Nicky.

Donna, what are you doing?.

Come on, sweetie.

You can come in.

Come in the front -

What"s the matter?.

Come here.

Come here, sweetie.

No!

- Damn it!

- No!

- What"s wrong with you?.

- I want to talk to my mother!

Stop.

Stop! Listen!

Listen!

It"s all right!

- No.

- Get -

- I want to see my mother.

- What is it, sweetie?.

- What happened?.

- I don"t want you!

Get the - Get away!

Get - Get away!

- Come on.

- Come in the house.

Why won"t you let me see

my mother?.!

No!

Why won"t you let me see

my mother?.!

Donna!

Why?.!

Come in the house.

Stay here.

Your mom"s inside.

God damn you,

I"m gonna kill you!

Get down!

You!

Get in the car!

Stay back there,

or I"ll break your hand!

You just shut up!

- I"m sorry.

- No!

Stop the "sorry" sh*t!

You had some prospects,

but now you"re just

a f***ing drug addict!

You"re just a f***ing junkie!

You"re just a junkie!

I smoked my pot,

and I drank my share.

Nothing like this.

That"s my only daughter.

And I"m not giving her hand

to you.

F***.

Are you just saying this

to scare me or something?.

The last thing I want to do

is f***ing scare you!

I want to kill you!

Just stay there.

- Irv, wait!

- Stop it!

Get out of the car!

Get the f*** out of the car.

Get the f*** out of the car!

Get out! Get out!

Right.

This way!

This way!

I can"t let you have

your car today.

But I"m gonna bring it by

tomorrow.

And you just have to get cleaned

up and get out of town.

Because if you ever come

by my house again

and try to see my daughter,

I"m gonna kill you!

Good luck.

Don"t move.

Stay there.

Good luck!

Jesus!

So...

how long you been sleeping

with him?.

Excuse me?.

Who the hell do you think

you"re talking to?.

Larry!

The guy who just left

his cigarettes here!

Get out of my bathroom!

You"re a traitor, Mom.

He raped Donna!

You"re just on drugs.

He tried to kill me, too!

You know what?.

You don"t look so good.

Too many drugs.

Just like your father!

Esper! You are not taking

that picture out of my house!

Where are you going?.!

Mexico!

Esper!

Okay.

What"s your big

f***ing emergency?.

My $200,000

is going down the road.

Say what?.

Esper"s headed for Mexico

in my GTO.

Your 200 grand is a wash.

Excuse me?.

Oh.

Look at it, "cause

that"s the last f***ing time

you"re gonna see it.

You are past it.

You want your money?.

Your money no longer exists

because your husband

was a f***ing junkie.

I don"t believe you.

Oh, you don"t believe me, huh?.

Why don"t you go ask

Irv Huffman?.

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