Killer Joe

Dottie!

Dottie, God damn it, wake up!

Shut up, T-Bone!

God damn it, Dottie, let me in!

T-Bone, shut up!

Dottie!

Wake up!

Dottie!

Open the goddamn door! Dottie!

Get out of that f***ing bed

right f***ing now!

Dottie, open this door!

Dottie!

Dottie, please open the door! Dottie!

Dottie, I gotta take a piss!

Wake up, it's me!

Sh*t!

Hold on!

- Open the goddamn door!

- I'm coming, just a second.

Shut up!

Oh, God, put some clothes on,

for Christ's sake!

Well, hell,

I didn't know who you were.

Sh*t.

Close the goddamn door!

You answer the door like that,

if you don't know who the hell it is'?

Nothing you never seen before.

Nothing half of Dallas County

hasn't seen before.

Shut up.

Dad here?

He's asleep.

Dottie's here, ain't she?

- Did Adele throw you out?

- No, I need to talk to Dad.

Why'd she throw you out?

Did you hit her again?

No, I didn't hit her.

Hey, look,

would you please put some clothes on?

- My God, I never heard so much...

- It's a bit distracting.

Your bush staring me in the face.

All right! Jesus.

God damn it!

Help yourself.

What'd you do?

Chop up some clover?

Where'd you get this sh*t?

I bought it from you.

This is that?

What are you doing here?

Adele threw him out.

So what? The boy can talk.

I need a place to stay, all right?

Why'd she throw you out?

It's a long story.

Sharia, get me a beer.

What'd you do? Hit her again?

No, God damn it! I didn't hit her.

It's not like

you never hit her before.

This ain't none

of your goddamn business, Sharia.

- Hey, I live here.

- Calm down.

Listen, Dad,

I gotta listen to your naked wife

-giving me the third degree?

- I'm not naked.

Why do you let her walk around here

like that?

- Like what?

- It's the middle of the night.

She answered the door

with her beaver puckered out

-like it was trying to shake my hand.

- You hush your mouth!

- She didn't know who you were.

- That ain't the point, God damn it.

I don't want Dottie looking

at her own stepmother's p*ssy.

That's it. I'm going to bed.

I've heard all the sh*t

I can take in one night.

Good night.

You little sh*t,

I'm going to f***ing kill you!

- Cut it out!

- Sweet dreams!

-...kill you!

- Damn it.

- Don't let the bed bugs bite.

- Enough on the weed!

He can stay here tonight!

Hey, I'll stay as long

as I goddamn feel like ill

If he stays here any longer, I'm

liable to hurt the little bastard!

- Don't go to bed mad.

- Good night! F***er!

- Don't die in your sleep!

- Goddamn hick!

What the f***?

- Now I'm in the f***ing doghouse.

- Hey, put some pants on.

I need to talk to you

about something.

- I need pants for that?

- So we can get out of here.

- I'm not going out.

- Come on, this is private stuff.

Then f***ing whisper!

I need you to put some pants on.

- No.

- Come on.

I need $6,000

or some guys are gonna kill me.

You'd better get out of town, quick.

- If you could just give me $1,000.

- I don't have it.

Hey, I could hold them off

with $1,000.

Chris, I do not have it.

I wouldn't be in this mess

if it weren't for Mom.

Then she goes and kicks me out.

You hit her, didn't you?

God damn it, no!

I didn't hit her, I told you.

Why'd she kick you out?

I threw her up against the fridge.

She stole two ounces of coke from me.

That's bullshit.

Adele doesn't snort cocaine.

She sold it.

Gave it away to that goddamn Rex,

'cause the sh*t's gone.

She was the only other one

knew where it was, then tonight,

she comes up to the house

with her car running like a watch.

Which? The gold Cadillac?

You're shitting me.

- Piece of sh*t hadn't run in years.

- What'd I tell you?

So my blow is gone

and now these guys are gonna kill me.

And my own mother, for Christ's sake.

- Huh? What?

- You gonna loan me the money?

- No.

- Man, I'm f***ed.

I hadn't had $1 ,000 my whole life.

How'd you like to?

- How'd you like to have $15,000?

- Jesus.

No, just hear me out.

Every goddamn time.

What about the farm?

Leave the farm out of it.

I'm talking about something

way easier than that.

Ugh!

This ought to be good.

You ever hear of Joe Cooper?

- No.

- He's a oop.

A detective, actually.

Okay.

He's got a little business

on the side.

What's he do?

He's a killer. He kills people.

Yeah, so?

Mom's got

a $50,000 life insurance policy.

Don't look at me like that.

Well, who's the...

What do you call it?

Beneficiary.

- Dottie.

- Dottie?

- The whole thing? The whole $50,000?

- Yup.

She didn't leave nothing to me?

Of course not, you dipshit.

Why would she do that?

I'm her ex-husband.

She hates you, Dad. You know that.

How much something like that cost?

Well, I hear he charges 20.

Thousand? Jesus.

Listen, this isn't really something

we can cut corners on.

I'd say it's worth it

not to get caught.

I mean, Killer Joe's a professional.

He'll do this right.

How do you know?

Who told you about this'?

Never mind that.

I want to hire him on spec.

Ask him to do it for free

and then give him

a cut of the insurance money.

Well, after we pay this guy

-and we clear $30,000.

-30 thousand.

- We split it four ways

- Three ways.

- How do you figure?

- You, me and Dottie.

What about Sharia?

What about her'?

She gets a cut.

The hell she does. She ain't family.

Shes been my wife

longer than Adele was.

It's less money.

It's less money for you.

And it's more money for you.

I'm the father here.

I found her. She's my ex-wife.

Not you. Not Dottie.

Okay, fine.

We'll just split it four ways.

I ain't agreed to nothing, okay?

This is murder we're talking about.

I'm not just gonna stand here

nodding my head.

Look at it this way.

Is she doing anybody any good?

What do you mean?

Is anybody gonna care

if Mom's not around any more'?

Yeah. Rex.

Son of a b*tch screws

anything draws breath.

- That doesn't mean he doesn't care.

- He'd be tickled pink.

You should see the way

she treats that poor bastard.

Probably about the same way

she treated me.

What's better for Dottie?

Having $10,000,

so she can go to that Amazon school

or having a beat-up,

old, ugly, naggy alcoholic mother

for another 20 years or so?

- I see your point.

- Exactly.

So long as Dottie never knows

what we're talking about.

We're really doing her a favour.

Yeah.

What are you doing here?

Got in a fight with Mom.

You built this city all by yourself'?

Yeah.

Sure did.

Brick by brick.

I heard that at the wedding.

Scared the sh*t out of me.

Sleep talking gives me the creeps.

Yeah. Gotten worse.

About every night.

She's not seeing anybody yet?

Don't hold your breath.

Truth be told,

I think she's still a... You know.

What?

A virgin?

Let me just call him.

And at least just set up a meet

and talk to the guy.

We don't got to decide anything

right now.

- Okay.

- Okay, good.

I heard y'all talking

about killing Momma.

I think it's a good idea.

Well, there you go.

This is murder we're talking about.

That looks hard.

Who are you?

Joe Cooper. Joe Cooper.

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