Killer Joe Page #3

after my shift.

I can't, I have to... Yeah.

Yeah, me, too.

What are you fixing

for supper tonight?

- Just some casserole.

- You gonna make a salad'?

Mmm-mmm.

Why don't I give you

a few extra dollars?

Get yourself a new dress.

- We're having a guest for supper.

- Do we have to dress up?

I'm just saying

you'd look real pretty in a dress.

Was it your boyfriend on the phone?

What do you mean?

That wasn't your boyfriend?

- I'm married, silly.

- I won't tell Daddy.

I don't know

what you're talking about.

That was Jenny,

an old friend from high school.

Here you go.

I said no black olives.

Fire up another supreme.

No black olives. I'm taking my break.

- Eat.

- Is he cute?

Stop talking like that.

You should have a cute boyfriend.

I had a boyfriend in the third grade.

I never told nobody.

His name was Marshall. He was fat.

He loved me.

You need to go out more often.

Nobody ever knew

we were going together.

We didn't see each other at recess,

we didn't sit together at lunch.

We never wrote notes and he didn't

walk me home from school.

When would you see him?

In class, at school.

I mean, alone.

We didn't see each other alone.

- Ever?

- That would have spoiled the secret.

How'd you know

you were going together,

if you never spent any time alone?

We just knew. If we talked about it,

it wouldn't have been what it was,

which was true.

What was true?

Love. We loved each other.

How do you know he loved you,

if y'all never talked about it'?

Because he loved me with pure love.

Well,

not many like that around, I guess.

It's Joe, isn't it?

Joe's coming over.

Joe who?

I don't remember.

His eyes hurt.

Huh?

What?

- Met him?

- Mmm-hmm.

What's he like?

He told me I should get a teacher

for my kung fu.

Yeah?

And he had me make him some coffee.

- What's he like?

- I don't know.

Hey, Ansel.

Now you just forget about Jenny.

She's an old friend

and I don't need any trouble

from your daddy

over an old friend, you hear'?

- You should have a cute boyfriend.

- Shh!

Hey, y'all talking about me?

- Your ears must've been burning.

- No, sir.

I was just telling Dottie here

how pretty she'd look in a new dress.

Yeah, I'll ride you

over to the Thrifty

and maybe we'll pick you out

something pretty, all right'?

Is everyone getting dressed up?

Yeah, we're all getting dressed up.

Hey, can I get some money?

We're out of beer.

My purse is downstairs.

When are you gonna tell that girl

it's just gonna be her and Joe?

- She'll figure it out.

- You gotta tell her.

That girl's not like other people.

God damn it,

she don't put two and two together

like you, me and Chris.

What are you so worried about?

She never been on a date before.

- It ain't a date.

- It's the closest thing

she ever come to one.

Except for some fat kid

that didn't even know it.

What fat kid?

You talk to that girl,

else you're liable

to blow this whole thing real good.

- What am I supposed to say?

- Tell her the story, for God's sake.

Why do you have to make everything

so difficult?

- What story?

- The situation.

Tell her

why Joe is coming over tonight.

- How am I supposed to get to that?

- If she don't know

what's expected of her,

she might disappoint him.

I'm riding her over to the Thrifty,

ain't I?

Ugh!

What about my beer money? Sharia.

What fat kid?

Hope you have a spare.

Daddy'?

Daddy.

Hey, hey, look at you.

I mean, you look

like a goddamn movie star.

Turn around.

Turn around.

Yeah, just like a goddamn movie star.

I feel funny.

Oh, don't say that. You look beautiful.

My butt's too big.

Well, let me let you in

on a little secret.

- Guys like big butts.

- They do not.

I'm speaking from experience.

Sharia doesn't have a big butt.

Yeah, well, give her some time.

Why aren't you dressed yet?

'Cause I'm not gonna stay for supper.

What do you mean?

Chris and I got some business

to attend to.

Where's Chris?

So it's just gonna be you and Joe

for supper.

- I should change.

- No. No.

- No, honey.

- Yeah, I should.

Dottie, I think it'd be nice for Joe,

if he saw you looking pretty.

- Yeah, I'm going to...

- Listen, honey. Dottie!

- Just settle down. Dottie!

- Let go of me, I have to change!

- Dottie, wait a second!

- Change! I have to change!

I have to change!

Dottie, don't close that f***ing door

on me!

I have to change!

God damn it!

Hold Still, you little b*tch.

- What the hell is going on in here?

- What the f***!

What the hell's going on?

- She wants to take off her dress

- So?

Well, don't you think she looks nice?

Let her change, if she wants.

You put on whatever you like.

- Don't you think she looks nice?

- Hey, let her change, Dad!

Let her change!

- Hang on a goddamn second.

- Hey.

Let her change. Change.

What are you doing here?

We're on our way out.

- We discussed this.

- Well, don't push it. We're leaving.

That's right, junior. Don't push it.

Now, we make arrangements,

I expect the details

to have some attention paid to them.

Let's go, Dad.

You understand?

Yeah.

Good boy.

Where is she?

She's changing.

Dad, too bad

he didn't meet Sharia first.

He could've dated her,

I wouldn't have minded so much.

That's my wife you're talking about,

f*** head.

Yeah. Right.

Dottie?

It's me, Joe Cooper.

We're alone now.

You don't wanna come out, it's okay.

You stay in there

as long as you like.

Casserole smells nice.

I wish I had a funny story

about first dates

or casseroles, but I don't.

Maybe one will come to me.

Maybe not.

Lee Hazlewood. Okie from Muskogee.

I don't have a funny story

about Lee Hazlewood, either.

Or Oklahoma.

I guess Oklahoma's

kind of funny anyway, though.

I grew up looking at Oklahoma.

From the south bank of the Red River.

When I was a boy,

the border between Texas

and Oklahoma

was actually the middle of the river.

You fish the north bank,

you caught Okie fish.

I caught Texas fish.

Sometime since then,

we gave our half of the river away.

Now the whole damn thing

belongs to Oklahoma.

South bank.

That's the border now.

I'm not sure why we did that.

But it makes me mad.

It's kind of like giving away

your front porch.

- How are you?

- Fine.

You wanna know how I am?

How are you?

I'm fine. Thank you.

You look nice.

Thank you.

I changed.

I didn't know it was just gonna be

you and me for dinner.

Someone should have told you.

They did. Just now.

What'd you change from?

A dress.

I'd love to see it.

Your eyes hurt.

I beg your pardon?

Dottie, do you trust me?

Not quite.

Good.

Lovely.

I'm a virgin.

I know.

Ay!

- Tuna casserole.

- Yes.

- May I serve?

- Please.

Thank you.

Mmm.

I'd really like to see that dress.

It wasn't right.

May I see it anyway?

How you gonna kill my momma?

That's not appropriate

dinner conversation, Dottie.

Unless you poison her.

Will you be the detective

who investigates?

Probably not.

Sometimes.

Is that a problem?

That's convenience.

So are homes.

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