Killer Joe Page #7

for this family.

And I deserve my payment in full.

Because of a misunderstanding

with the insurance,

I won't receive any cash

for my services.

That is unfair.

I don't care to hear excuses

or placement of the blame.

I hold you all equally responsible.

Reach around and grab my ass.

Reach around and grab my ass.

There you go. Grab it! That's it.

I was fortunate,

however, in thinking ahead.

I secured a retainer for my services.

Since I fulfilled my obligation

and since my cash is not forthcoming,

that retainer is now mine.

It belongs to me

and I'm taking it with me

when I leave.

You're very good at this.

Please moan.

Chris doesn't agree

with the concept of the retainer.

He's coming here tonight to attempt

to take it with him.

I can't

allow him to do that.

This family can't allow him

to do that!

We have to go.

It's suffocating me.

I can't be around them any more.

Do you understand me?

I'll slaughter all of you!

If this family allows Chris

to leave this trailer,

I'll slaughter all of you like pigs!

Do you believe I'd do that?

I am asking for your help.

Will you give it to me?

Ansel?

Yes, sir.

Now, you're a very beautiful woman.

Don't you think so, Ansel?

I hadn't given it much thought.

No! Wrong answer!

She's a very beautiful woman.

And that's sweet.

Don't you think so?

Easy.

Now, hey.

- I want you to tidy up the kitchen.

- Okay.

And you're gonna set the table

for a proper meal.

Okay?

Get that chair.

And we're all gonna sit down.

- Here.

- Okay.

Just the four of us.

Understand? Look at me.

Just the family.

Get that chair.

How you doing, guy'?

- Where'd you get them pictures?

- Oh, that's hardly important.

I guess.

I mean, all she did was suck his cock

and try and steal your money.

It could have been worse.

How?

Well...

No, I suppose

that's about as bad as it gets.

Listen.

Go spend some time with your wife.

Sharia.

Yes?

Are you okay?

Yes, I'm fine, Ansel.

Are you sure'?

Yes, I'm sure.

Okay.

Shut up, T-Bone!

Hey, son.

- Dottie here?

- She's in the bedroom.

Oh, thank God, I'm starving.

You hear from Joe?

He's in his bedroom.

You eat already?

Hi, Chris.

Junior.

You're home.

Hi, Joe.

I heard about the money.

I gotta tell you I'm all broke up

things didn't work out.

- Yeah, me, too.

- It's the way the world turns, right?

Huh?

It's the way the cookie crumbles?

Yeah, okay.

Caveat emptor, you know what I mean?

Shall we dine?

Dear.

Smells heavenly. Chris, Ansel,

you hungry for some K-Fry-C?

- Yeah, I'm not really that hungry.

- Well, you should join us, Ansel.

All of us.

Chris, have a seat right here.

There we go. As it should be.

There we are.

Sharia, have a seat.

Thank you.

This is lovely.

Who would like to say grace?

Dottie? Would you do the honours?

Mmm-hmm.

Dear Jesus, thank you for the food.

Thank you that we're all here

together and safe.

We're sorry Momma's dead.

We hope you'll give her a place

to stay in heaven.

Please forgive us

for anything we did wrong.

We would all like a place

to stay in heaven, too.

In the Lord's name, which is

Jesus Christ, we say, "Amen."

Amen.

That was beautiful.

Thank you.

Let's eat.

Sharia, would you grab us some drinks

and get young Chris a plate, please?

- White and dark?

- Yes, please.

Ansel, get that potato salad started,

will you?

And potato salad.

- I love potato salad.

- And potato salad.

Iced tea. Is that homemade, Sharia?

- I only need one scoop of that.

- Yes, it is.

Will you get Dottie some potato salad

on there, please?

How about that you start with that

and we'll get you some more

-if you like.

- That's perfect. Can I start now'?

- Yes, you may. Sharia, white or dark?

- It doesn't matter.

Do you want some potato salad?

Yes, please.

- Sharia, potato salad?

- No, thanks.

- Sharia, your mascara's running.

- F*** you.

Everybody.

I have an announcement to make.

You've all probably noticed that

Dottie and I have been spending

an awful lot of time together.

The fact is, we've fallen in love.

So it's my privilege to tell you that

I've asked her to be my bride.

And she has accepted.

- Haven't you, dear?

- Yes.

- I for one would like to say...

- Shut up.

A toast.

To my future wife.

When's all this

supposed to take place'?

Well, we're leaving

right after this delicious meal.

Is that right?

YES.

You can't have my sister, Joe.

What do you mean, Chris?

I mean, I can't let it happen.

You're not gonna marry my sister.

- I don't think it's up to you.

- Shut up.

- Don't tell me to shut up.

- You say another word, old man,

and I will rip your head

off your shoulders.

Now, Chris,

I can certainly understand

your love for your sister.

But you got to cut the

old apron strings sometimes.

Okay, I'm not going to discuss it.

She's my sister.

I'm taking her with me.

We're leaving here.

We should let Dottie decide.

Dottie doesn't have

a say in the matter.

- Oh, I believe she does.

- You believe wrong.

Dottie, go get your stuff.

Dottie, stay seated.

Dottie.

Stay seated. Dottie.

Dottie, sit down.

CHRIS; Dottie.

Dottie, go get your stuff now.

- Dottie

- Dottie.

JOE; Dottie.

That-a-girl.

Dottie!

She's my retainer.

Deal's off.

You're gonna have to eat this one.

- You know I'll kill you.

- Go f*** yourself.

Take your seat, Joe.

- Dottie, go get your stufi!

- Dottie, stay where you are.

- This will be just fine.

- Dottie! Go get your stuff!

Stop it!

Stop it!

- Kill him, Joe!

- Stop it!

Joe!

Yes!

stop it, Joe!

Kill him! Kill him, Joe!

I got him, Joe!

- Stop it, Joe!

- Kill him!

- F***ing kill him!

- God! Oh, God!

- Get him!

- Oh, God!

I'm getting angry!

Dottie.

Jesus! Dottie!

Dottie!

Dottie!

- Easy.

- Don't, Dottie, Dottie!

Put the gun down.

I'm going to have a baby.

A baby?

- A baby?

- Please don't kill me!

A baby?

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