Killer Joe Page #2

You scared me to death.

Excuse me.

And I apologise.

I knocked on the door,

but you had the TV on too loud

to hear me,

so I decided to let myself in.

It's okay.

That looks hard. From a TV like that.

You should have a teacher.

I'm Joe Cooper.

I'm supposed to meet Chris here

at 10:
30.

He's not here.

Well, I'm a little early.

He's usually late.

Could I trouble you

for a cup of coffee?

Sure.

Why don't you sit down

and I'll take your jacket.

Mmm-hmm. Thank you.

Can I ask your name?

I'm Dottie.

Hello, Dottie.

Hi.

What?

What are you?

I mean, what do you do?

I'm a detective.

- Really?

- Mmm-hmm.

Like Magnum, P.I.?

No.

He's a private detective.

I'm in the Dallas Police Department.

- He ain't real, either.

- No.

I'm real.

I read ifs nothing like them shows

with car chases and all.

A lot of paperwork.

I read some policemen

go their whole lives

without shooting their guns.

Probably true.

- You ever drawn your gun?

- Oh, sure.

You ever shot anybody?

- Yes.

- Who?

Nobody you'd know.

Did they die?

Well, they have. Yes.

Wow.

What's the most exciting thing

that's ever happened'?

Hmm.

I went into this house.

I heard an awful screaming

coming from

inside in the back.

And it was pitch dark.

So I followed the sound of the scream

back to a bedroom.

All right, I didn't know

what the hell to expect.

Yeah.

When I opened the door,

suddenly just... Whap!

There's this huge, fat man

was on top of me.

- Screaming and kicking and clawing...

- Oh, my God.

And the thing was,

there was nobody else even there.

And he wasn't trying to hurt me.

He wanted me to help him.

Why?

See, he got into a fight

with his girlfriend, right?

She'd been having an affair, so...

In order to teach her a lesson.

That's what he said.

"Teach her a lesson."

He doused his genitals

with lighter uid

and he set them on fire.

You believe that?

It's true.

That poor miserable bastard

set his own genitals on fire

just to teach his girlfriend

a lesson.

I guess he showed her.

I wonder if she ever got over it.

- Was he all right?

- No.

No, he was not all right.

He set his genitals on fire.

I had an aunt

who set herself on fire once.

Yeah?

Not on purpose, though.

She was wearing this long lace dress

and she got it caught in the furnace.

She died

before they could put the fire out.

Really?

They say she's the one

in the family I look the most like.

Her name was Vivah.

Isn't that a pretty name?

Mmm-hmm.

I don't think

she ever got married, though.

You gonna answer that?

It's for you.

My dad couldn't get away from work.

I was wondering if you could meet us

at Bob's Muffler.

There's some place private

where we can talk?

There's a pool hall next door,

out of business.

Just off Harry Hines.

Bring Dottie,

she'll show you the way.

Don't change plans on me again.

Listen, I'm really sorry.

Could you try

to make a little more noise?

Why don't you try kissing my ass?

Son of a b*tch.

Are you gonna kill my momma?

I don't know.

- Why?

- I was just curious.

My momma tried to kill me

when I was real little.

She put a pillow over my face,

because she cared more about herself

than her little baby.

She didn't love me like a momma

should love a little baby.

And she was happy,

because she thought she'd done it.

And then I couldn't grow into

something better than she'd been.

Had ever been.

She hadn't done it.

She didn't send me back to Him.

She just made me sick.

Made me not be for a while.

But then I was.

She was sad that I was

and I always will be.

How do you know that?

Know what?

That your mother tried to kill you'?

'Cause I remember.

This is my father, Ansel.

Ansel.

Like a beer'?

No. No, thank you. Look.

I don't have a lot of time, so...

All right. Let's get right to it.

If that's all right.

All right. Well, first off,

me and my father

never done nothing like this before.

We don't want to do it,

but it's got to be done.

That's got nothing to do with me.

CHRIS; All right.

Well, sir,

instead of me kicking this off,

maybe you could tell us the questions

-we need to ask.

- It's pretty simple.

You're gonna pay me for a service

that I'm going to perform.

Uh-huh.

You're going to give me

the particulars of her schedule.

Her habits.

I'll act on them accordingly.

I won't give you many details

on my activities,

because the less you know,

the better for everyone involved.

CHRIS; All right.

Now I only have a couple of rules

that I insist on sticking to.

- Insist.

- Okay. Yeah.

If you're caught,

if you're implicated in this crime,

you are not under any circumstances

to reveal

my identity or participation.

Oh, of course.

If you break this rule,

you'll be killed.

Do you understand?

- I...

- I must be absolutely clear

on this point.

I understand.

Do you understand?

Yeah.

My payment is $25,000 in cash

in advance.

No exceptions.

-25?

- Yes, sir.

- I thought you said 20.

- I was told 20.

Is that a problem?

We don't have a problem with 25.

That's not our problem.

Then what is your problem?

We have a problem with the advance.

- No exceptions.

- Sir, let me explain.

One of the reasons

we're interested in having this done

is my mother holds

a very large insurance policy.

They usually do.

Now we thought

if we can guarantee payment

after the policy has been covered...

Look, this really isn't open

for discussion.

- The conversation is finished.

- Please, this isn't...

What'd you think this was?

Let's Make A Deal?

This is serious business

you're f***ing with here, boy.

- I'm aware of that.

- No, I don't think you are.

I don't take you seriously.

This is gonna get done

one way or another.

Our conversation is finished.

I never met you.

You never met me.

Of course, we never discussed

the possibility of a retainer.

What do you mean?

You know how to reach me.

Call me if she's interested.

Hey, man,

you talking about my sister?

Is that who she is?

Jesus.

What's he mean, "retainer"?

What do you think he means?

He means Dottie.

But retain what exactly?

Just how stupid are you?

Are you really that stupid?

- Watch your f***ing mouth!

- What are we gonna do, Dad? Huh'?

We gotta think of something.

- We could kill her ourselves!

- Are you gonna kill somebody?

You can't even tell time!

Well, what do you suggest, smart-ass?

Well, we can forget

about the whole thing.

Or we can

give him Dottie.

Yeah, it might just do her some good.

Don't be silly.

Nobody's ever gonna see them.

What are you so worried about anyway?

It's not like you can see your face

in any of them.

- Personal call?

- Uh-uh.

Two large pepperoni pizzas, please.

That photo shop behind the mall.

You worry too much.

Just some pimply-faced little girl

who never seen one before

in her life.

Nothing that big anyway.

What time you gonna pick me up?

until then?

Hold on, Jenny.

Can I have some money

so I can fix supper?

Jenny, I gotta call you

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