Killer Joe Page #5

and they f*** all the time,

but they're awful easy-going animals.

A rat, a skunk or something

got into the pen

and it was rabid

and awful hot out, too.

And they just tore each other up.

Their eyes rolling and foaming

at the mouth and screaming.

You know rabbits scream?

They sound just like little girls.

I mean, it was disturbing.

I started selling dope for a living

I knew more about it, so...

So I can't pay this guy

and I don't even really want to.

You gotta get out, Joe.

You gotta leave my sister

alone forever.

What's going on?

Jesus.

Easy.

- Put her feet on the floorboard.

- Okay.

- All right?

- Yeah.

Put that in the trunk and shut it.

Give me some light.

- I was watching that, Chris.

- Listen.

- I was watching a show.

- I know.

- I wanted to see how it turned out!

- He don't catch the bird, okay?

- It just goes on and on and on

- Yeah?

Listen, honey.

I know you know what's going on,

okay?

I don't got to explain it to you.

Mmm-hmm.

If I'd known

how this would all fall out,

I might have done things different.

No.

What's wrong?

For God's sake.

Sh*t.

- Morning, y'all.

- Good morning.

Morning.

What was her maiden name, Ansel?

I need it for the file.

Yes, sir. Rogers.

Adele Carolyn Rogers.

- Is there gonna be atrial?

- No. No.

- Joe knows what he's doing.

- I ain't never been to a trial.

Did you see the shot in the paper?

Her car?

Joe knows what he's doing, all right?

They couldn't do no autopsy,

'cause there wasn't much

left to speak of.

- How'd it go?

- Let's just get out of here.

- Little son of a b*tch.

- What's the matter'?

I am not talking in front of Dottie.

She knows what's going on.

- I'm not talking in front of her.

- What happened with Filpatrick?

I ain't talking in front of Dottie!

They're not gonna pay you

the money, are they?

- Dad?

- Ansel, calm down.

- Dad?

- Ansel! Don't make a scene!

Who told you about Adele's policy?

Rex! Rex told me.

He just mentioned it in conversation.

Will you, for the love of God...

When?

- In conversation.

- Not how, when?

A few weeks ago.

Me and Mom just had a big fight...

- Oh, Christ.

- I told you, Ansel.

- What happened?

- I told you from the start.

- Shut up!

- Don't tell me to shut up!

- I'm not the one who blew this thing.

- What happened, Dad?

You show up at our place,

tell everyone what to do.

How we're all gonna see

a hundred grand!

God damn it, you tell me right now.

Dottie is not the beneficiary!

- Rex is the beneficiary!

- I don't understand.

- It's not real tough.

- Explain it to me.

Dottie does not get the money.

- Rex gets the money.

- Wait.

Dottie does not get $50,000, boy!

Rex! Rex!

Rex gets the $50,000.

- That's not right. No, that can't be.

- That's the way it is!

- Go talk to Filpatrick yourself!

- I was told!

Because he told me!

Rex told me, he told me!

Rex was Momma's boyfriend.

Just shut up, Dottie! He told me!

- He was lying. Why do you think?

- Why would he do that?

No. No, he couldn't have

known I'd do this.

Who told you about Killer Joe?

Oh.

Oh, God.

- I told you. Did I tell you?

- Yeah.

Oh, my God, I'm f***ed.

Piece of f***ing f***-suck-cake!

I don't believe you, God.

You'd better believe it!

Cause the sooner you believe it

the sooner you figure out a way

to pay Killer Joe his money!

- We gotta get going.

- Not to mention Digger Soames.

- Gotta get going, y'all.

- For what?

Funeral's in a half hour.

Y'all get going.

I gotta think of something.

I wish you would.

We're all so much better off

whenever you do.

Where's Joe?

He's coming back, isn't he?

Yeah.

- He's coming back all right.

- Yeah, he's coming back all right.

Let's hit it. We gotta get

your mother in the ground.

- I'll take Dottie.

- - Dottie!

Yeah, we'll be along.

Ms Smith, when you're done

fumigating the gates of hell.

Hey, Chris.

Why don't you do us all a big favour'?

Just go kill yourself.

Do you feel bad?

Yeah.

I feel like maybe I'm not supposed

to be on Earth or something.

Do you remember them shows

you used to put on with your knees?

Huh?

We'd be laying in bed and you'd get

a flashlight and put your knees up

and put a pair of sunglasses

on one knee

and some kind of hat on the other'?

Yeah.

Put on a little show.

"Greatest Show on Earth"

is what you called it.

Yeah?

Into time and forever, from now on,

no more adventures,

time-outs or king's exes.

Everlasting one more time

than you can say,

into infinity and outer space. Amen.

Nothing's worse than regret.

Not cancer,

not being eaten by a shark, nothing.

Joe's coming back, isn't he?

'Cause I...

I'm leaving.

- I think maybe...

- I want you to come with me.

Where?

Mexico.

No, further. Peru.

In South America.

- How we gonna get there?

- We'll drive.

We can drive it.

- Chris...

- Do you like Texas?

These people talk about it like

it's such a great place and all,

but it's really just a bunch of

goddamn hicks and rednecks

with too much space

to walk around in!

- It's warm.

- Let's go.

Let's just go.

- Now.

- To the funeral?

Hey, if we're gonna pull this off

we gotta gas up.

- I have to see Joe

- No, Dottie.

I have to see him.

If we see Joe...

We have to go to Peru now!

Well, then you go by yourself,

'cause I have to see Joe!

I'll make you a deal.

We'll go to the funeral

and you can see Joe after.

No funny stuff. Promise.

You swear'?

I swear.

You can't tell Joe

we're going to Peru, okay'?

You can't tell him goodbye,

not outright.

Okie-dokie.

And you can't tell

Dad or Sharia, either,

'cause they're mad at me right now

and might try to spoil our trip.

I understand.

You excited? You wanna go?

I'm always excited.

We can do this. We can pull this off.

Not if somebody makes me mad.

Rex didn't even bother to show up.

Son of a b*tch.

Bow down thy ear to me.

Deliver me speedily.

Be thou my strong rock

for a house of defence to save me.

I would be glad to

rejoice in thy mercy.

For thou has considered my trouble.

Thou has known

my soul in adversities.

And thou has not shut me up

into the hand of the enemy.

Thou has set my feet

in the Lord's room.

Have mercy on me, oh, Lord.

I am forgotten

as a dead man out of mind.

We are gathered here

to put to eternal rest

Adele Carolyn Rogers-Smith.

Beloved mother of two children,

Christopher and Dorothy.

Devoted to her family and community.

Hey, Rex.

Hands on the car.

- F***ing a**hole.

- Whatever.

Dottie!

It's us!

We stopped by the K-Fry-C.

You hungry?

Dottie!

Chris!

- Hey. Fetch me a beer, would you?

- He's not here.

- Hey, Joe.

- Dottie here'?

She's asleep.

- Where's Chris?

- I don't know.

Do you want some chicken?

We stopped by the K-Fry-C.

Yes, please.

Sure, help yourself.

It's right here on the stove.

Fetch it for him, would you, hon?

Sure, white or dark?

Leg.

You want a beer?

Yes, please.

Set that on the table, please?

- Thank you.

- Mmm-hmm.

Funerals make people hungry

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