Josie Page #4

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get out of here.

Yeah.

Hey, thanks for

bringing me along.

I really enjoyed it.

Yeah, me too.

Why don't we lay around

the pool for a little bit

when we get back?

Ah, well, I'm not much

of a pool guy.

C'mon, it's no fun

out there all alone.

I suppose a little sun

wouldn't hurt none.

Oh, hell no. I ain't doing it.

Christ, you gotta...

Here we go now.

Here we go.

Oh, hey there.

Hey.

Feels nice out

here, doesn't it.

Yeah.

It is.

Oh.

I never come out here.

It's nice you can just let

everything slip away and just...

Just relax.

Yeah.

That sounds good.

I-I could use some of that.

Those swim trunks get any

shorter and you'll be

ready for a European

beach party.

Yeah, eh...

If you're going to have

some kind of illegal sex

relationship with someone

who is not of age, you

don't rub everybody's

nose in it.

God damn it, Martha!

We talked about this.

Just mind your

own business.

Well how can I?

Look at them, there is

no discretion at all?

Maybe that's the point. There's

nothing to hide.

Oh, or they're hiding

in plain sight.

Oh boy, they're hiding in

plain sight and you caught 'em.

Will you let me

watch the game?

(Josie) ...go for a

ride on your boat?

(Hank) Well, "boat" is a

bit of a stretch.

(Josie) Oh, well,

whatever it is.

(Hank) Alright, I-I'll pick

you up tomorrow around nine.

Yoo-hoo!

-Sh*t...

-Oh, hey Martha.

Good afternoon

Mrs. Joiner.

I saw you two out here

lounging and I thought

you'd might

like a beverage.

Oh, thank you.

That's mighty kind of you.

Oh, it's nothing.

So, what are you

two chatting about?

Oh, excuse me dear.

Oh, we were just

talking about...

There's been some

break-ins in the parking lot

and that kind of thing.

That sounds terrible.

It is?

Well, did you

catch 'em any?

Not yet, but I plan too.

Oh.

Well, I'd better

get going.

Thank you for

the beverage.

Oh, sure.

So soon, Hank?

Yeah, I got, uh, I got

some, I got some stuff.

Well you have a good

afternoon, Hank.

You too.

Psst! Hanky Panky!

Uh, sorry. Sorry. Habit.

Hank, uh, hey.

Where do we stand

on that, uh...

favor I asked

you to do for me?

Still working on

it, Mr. Joiner.

Oh.

Flowers, huh?

Big night tonight?

Just for the house.

See ya.

[upbeat country music]

If you meet a little girl and

she sets your heart a-whirl

And you begin to

feel a little strange

Watch out, boy, you'd

better turn the other way

'Cause your whole

life's about to change

You'd better run

for your life

'Cause you're

running into love

A huggin' and a kissin'

meets the triflin' up above

You're running

into love

If you feel it

when you' kiss her

When she's gone

you're gonna miss her then

You'd better get away

from her a while...

[slow country song plays]

Am I lonely tonight

You're not

holding me tight

Well yes, I'm

lonely tonight

Am I crying today

You're not here,

you're away

Yes I'm crying today

And nothing will

help me to mend

I love you,

let's face it

I'd lose you,

let's face it

But how long

can I face it

Alone

[watch beeps]

Hank, hey.

Oh, hey.

Maybe I, Maybe

I'm overdressed.

I can go and change,

it'll take me just a sec.

(Marcus) Hey,

what's up Hank?

[beer can opening]

Who's that?

[Marcus laughing]

It's Marcus.

Listen, um...

I'm sorry, I-I can't.

I can't hang out tonight.

I've got this

thing with him.

Um...

Some other night?

Oh.

Oh, yeah.

Those for me?

Yeah, I...

I just thought they might

brighten up your place.

That's sweet.

They're beautiful.

I'll, uh. I'll

get 'em in some water.

Have a good night.

[tense music]

Hey! Hank!

Not now.

[moaning from inside]

You know, if uh, if you ever

need to talk about anything...

I...

Hank, that's

a knife.

Oh Hank, Hank, they're

just, they're just kids. Hank!

[air escaping tire]

[knocking at the door]

(Martha) Hank?

Can I come in, Hank?

Oh, no thank you.

You sittin' at my table,

you're gonna drink with me.

What can I do for you?

Well, Hank.

Me and Gordy are

worried for you.

That so?

We've been living by

you for a few years now.

We don't know that

much about you.

I guess some of that's

changed lately.

What you think

you know about me?

Actually, Josie filled us

in a little bit about what

you did before

you came here.

At the prison.

That was awfully

kind of her.

Sounds to me like a rough

way to make a living, Hank.

No, not really.

We killed the people

that killed the people.

It was that

simple, really.

To be around death

all the time.

To watch life leave

another person's body.

Hell, it's gotta mess with

anyone between the ears,

if you know what I mean?

I appreciate you and Mr.

Joiner's concern, but

I know what my job was and

what I had to do and all,

so if you came here to

rehash it, I don't mean to

be rude, but I ain't got

much interest in it.

I'm not here to

rehash anything.

I'm just here to say that

it might be good for you

to, you know,

get some help.

I'll be just fine.

I appreciate

y'all's concern.

One more thing.

[sighs]

Now, I'm sure you're

lonely, Hank.

No one likes to feel

lonely in this world.

Without a companion, no

one to care for you or you them.

But a young girl, Hank,

that is not the answer.

She is in high school

and it would be illegal.

You think that's

what's going on?

I'm not saying

anything is going on.

I'm just old enough to

know what it means when a

man looks at a girl the

way you look at Josie.

And it ain't right for a

girl to lead a man on, either.

I don't know all the

details, but I do know

you're not crazy to think

that there's a chance I'm

just here to tell

you not to do it.

You ain't got to

worry about that.

We're friends.

I've been just looking

after her is all.

Good.

You have a

pleasant evening.

You too.

(Marcus, shouting)

Hank, you motherf***er!

I'm gonna gut your ass!

I know you're in there

you motherf***er!

-Come out here!

-Marcus, calm down.

C'mon, just

forget about it.

That creep slashed

my f***in' tire!

(Marcus) Those are for

muddin', too! They ain't normal

- f***in' tires!

-Marcus, please, let's go.

(Marcus) You're

dead, Spank? You hear me?

You're being a f***ing

creep, Marcus.

I'll give you a ride home. I'll

give you a ride home.

Yeah, alright.

This ain't over, Spank!

(Marcus) You hear me, you

corpse-f***ing freak?

[heavy metal music]

Well, I'm real sorry

about your truck.

Yeah, me too.

F***er.

Other than that, though.

It was a hell of a night.

Yeah it was.

Yeah.

So, about an hour okay?

-Yeah.

-You'll be there?

Yeah, yeah. I'll be there.

You kissin' her?

Oh, f***in' lucky

son of a b*tch.

Just wait 'til I tell

you what else we did.

Oh, get the f*** out!

Yeah, smell my

f***in fingers.

Oh.

Yeah, you're sick!

[laughs]

Who is it?

It's Josie.

Can I come in?

I don't feel much

like talking.

Me neither.

But, um...

You got that whiskey right

there and, I still haven't

seen your habitat so I

figured we could go sit

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