Killer Joe Page #4

YES.

I love my brother.

I remember when Momma and Daddy

were getting a divorce.

She just told us. She was drunk.

She said,

"I don't love your daddy no more.

"I never loved him."

And I screamed something

that didn't make any sense.

Ran out of the house

to the front yard.

Chris came out.

He hadn't said anything.

He just laid on top of me.

He stretched his body out like this.

Laid on top of me

till I stopped crying.

Dottie.

We never talked about it ever.

Bring the dress.

- Now'?

- Yes.

Why wouldn't you wear that for me?

'Cause it's not me.

Not when you're not in it.

- I once had a boyfriend.

- Put it on.

All right.

Where are you going?

- I was going to put on the dress.

- I said put it on.

I was.

Here.

I wanna see you put it on.

Stop.

Take off your socks.

Take off your brassiere.

Take off your underwear.

Babies...

Put on the dress.

Come here.

Right behind me.

Put your hand inside my pants.

Do you feel that?

YES.

What's that feel like?

I don't remember.

How old are you now'?

So am I.

Switch places with me.

Your boyfriend?

- Marshall.

- Marshall.

He was fat.

Uh-huh.

He loved me with pure love.

It was our secret.

Nobody.

Oh.

Come on!

on 5 on the eighth at Lone Star.

On My Mind there in sixth.

And it's Mango, Cliff of Rick's Caf

and way, way back there, Bella Luna.

Less than half a mile to go

as they move into the far tum.

Betty Boo leads a nose

on the outside. Yes I Can...

It's still Tilt a Whirl

with a tenuous lead.

Legal Tender and Endearing Manners

strikes the front

just outside the eighth pole.

Come on, 5.

Cavalier coming down hard

the centre of the track

and Daddy Mike is right there.

- Come on, 5. Come on, 5, come on, 5!

- Towards the inside,

-coming on through...

- Piece of sh*t.

...but it's Endearing Manner

that's come on now

-to take the lead as they come...

- He held back!

- And in a spectacular finish...

- He held back!

...a spectacular upset, Endearing

Mannerhas won the impossible!

resolved at Lone Star here today.

God damn, motherfuck!

- Hey.

- Time's up, brother.

You asked for an extra week

three weeks ago, brother.

- You told me you had a plan.

- No, listen, I called you.

- I called you at 11:00.

- This the plan'?

Come on, G-Man.

Yeah, the money is coming to you

by about... Motherfucking!

Son of a b*tch!

You little motherf***er!

Where you going?

Piece of sh*t!

Here you go, here you go!

Chris.

Hi, Digger.

How you been, boy?

Pretty good. How about yourself?

Oh, fair to middling.

Blood pressure.

You taking medicine?

Yeah, all that. No salt, low stress.

Course, Amy keeps making that fried

chicken. You know I can't resist it.

How is Amy?

Well, she's all busted up

right at the moment.

You remember Dumpling,

that old bluetick we had?

Yeah, sure, Dumpling.

Yeah, well, we had to put him

to sleep yesterday morning.

- Oh, no.

- Yup.

Well, you missed yourself

a hell of a party

a couple of weeks ago.

Sorry I missed your birthday.

Well, I'm glad

you missed my birthday.

I just wish

you hadn't missed the party.

How many people we have

out there at the place, G-Man?

A couple hundred.

Oh, hell, it wasn't that many.

-150 anyway.

- No sh*t.

Sorry! missed it.

Yeah, good old party.

Lots of barbeque.

Hey, G-Man here,

he played the accordion.

That's right.

- Hey, wasn't that gal out there?

- What gal?

Well, the one that's always

sniffing around Chris's sh*t here.

What the hell's her name?

The one with the great big caboose

on her that...

- Arlene?

- Arlene.

Yeah, Arlene.

You'd better look out for her, boy.

She may be too much woman for you.

Well, she'd better stay away

from the barbeque

or she'd be too much woman

to fit through the door.

Damn, you make me laugh.

Hey, listen, I'm just gonna have the

boys here kick the sh*t out of you.

You'd better pay me my money

in a couple of days

or I'm gonna wrap you up

in electrician tape

and bury you in a coffin

about 10 feet deep. Huh'?

I'll tell Amy you asked about her.

That'll make her smile.

He really likes you.

- Stay the hell down!

- I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!

- Easy. Easy.

- Oh, my God, what happened'?

- F***!

- Chris! Sh*t. You look rough, boy.

Them old boys caught up to you.

Dad! I think they broke my hand!

- What did they do to your face?

- Excuse me.

- Do you want to go to the hospital?

- I think he does.

- What happened to you?

- I got beat up! I got beat up!

Can we get a wet rag?

They put the f***ing boot to you,

or what?

That son of a b*tch Digger Soames?

They do all they were going to?

If they wanted to kill him,

he'd be dead.

- Your nose is broken.

- Is that all?

What'd they say to you?

What the f*** do you think they said?

- I reckon they want their money.

- No sh*t!

Hey, you want a beer'?

Where'd they find you?

F***ing Sport of Kings.

Did you see Bill there?

I don't know, why'?

He owes me 10 bucks.

I'm going to bed. Come on, Ansel.

We have to go to the hospital.

No, he's fine.

He just got a whupping.

- Ansel! Come on!

- All right, then.

I guess we're gonna turn in.

Dottie, go on.

Good night, Chris.

I want to know

what kind of progress you're making.

It's being taken care of.

Yeah, right.

You've been f***ing my sister

and my mother's a hell of a lot

healthier than me at the moment.

Do you want me off the job?

Say the word.

When are you planning on doing it?

Tonight.

Really?

So you'd be leaving tomorrow then?

No, no, no,

the retainr's for the money.

I'm not leaving until I get my money.

I don't like that.

Well, I don't care.

I don't want you near my sister.

I don't care.

And if I tell you the deal's off?

Then I'll leave right now

and you'll never see me again.

Your call.

Who you into for this money?

I won't tell you.

Digger Soames?

How'd you know that?

What'd he say he'd do to you,

if you don't pay him'?

You know that, too?

He'll do it.

Aren't you supposed to arrest people

who commit murder?

I like Digger.

Do it.

- Mr Tim.

- Hey, Joe.

Joe, Joe. Thank God.

I was afraid I wouldn't get here.

I'd be too late. Thank God.

Listen, we got to stop this.

All right?

I've been in a lot of trouble

all my life,

but I never did nothing

like this before.

I'm sorry,

I didn't mean to waste your time.

I mean, I hate that b*tch.

I always hated her.

I just can't be the one, you know'?

But the main thing really is Dottie.

You know, my sister

never did nothing to nobody.

You got to give her up,

'cause I can't look her in the eyes otherwise.

I mean, you can't have her.

I can't let you have her.

What are you doing?

Where are you going?

Hop in.

Sh*t. Ow!

F***!

I started a farm once.

It seemed like the life I want.

Work for myself outside a lot.

Live in the country, smoke dope.

Watch TV. That's all I really want.

So I started a rabbit farm.

I built it with my own two hands.

Lumber, chicken wire,

water bottles, pellets, rabbits.

I loved those little bastards.

They smell like sh*t

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