Killshot Page #4

from the killers.

This is Elvis Presley Boulevard

on a rainy day. This...

is the Lisa Marie... the jet liner he

bought and named it after his daughter.

Her and I have the same birthday.

And I tell you something else.

My life number is nine.

What's a life number?

Okay, huh...

when you add up

your days birth day...

um... like February

is the 2nd month, that's two.

I was born on the 1st, that's one,

so two and one is three,

Then you add in the year

when you were born.

I'm not gonna tell you when that was.

But my number comes out to nine.

If you were born in 1900,

that would still add up to... ten.

- Yeah, see ten counts as one...

- Donna!

Get dressed...

go buy some f***ing beers.

You think he cares

about your queer photos?

- You're just jealous.

- Jealous of what?

You know the difference

between me and Elvis is?

- Yeah... You're ignorant.

- Nope, I'm alive, and he's dead...

Well, I got news for you.

After you die,

you think anybody's gonna go

and visit your grave?

Not even your mama

if you had one.

But a 100 years from now people

will still be going to Graceland.

Donna...

you're so goddamn stupid.

Let me ask you a question, Donna...

would you rather have Elvis

sing to you, or f*** you?

I know what you think

I'm gonna say.

And you probably gonna

call me a liar, but I'd...

I'd rather

have him sing to me.

You know I believe her though.

'Cause Elvis wouldn't have come.

He wouldn't have been dirty

or smelly enough for Donna.

Hey...

- leave her alone.

- Who Donna?

Why don't you shut

the f*** up for a while?

If you ever talk to me

like that again...

Oh, yeah? What?

This is Elvis's billiard-room,

it made 750 yards of matierial...

Can I have a word, "Armand"?

- What the f*** is your problem?

- You are.

And from now on, you don't

leave my f***ing sight.

How about when I go to the

bathroom, you wanna watch?

Or when I'm giving Donna a jump and

you're out there wishing it was you...

Or you can keep pretending...

you're not trying to f*** her?

Hey...

you listen to me.

Keep your big f***ing mouth shut

and don't worry about it.

- So you're a welder, huh?

- That I am, AWS certified.

Can you weld plates watertight?

I can weld a goddamn building

so it won't fall down.

I got a job

you might wanna a look at.

Hey...

Maybe today... she can't tell us

where they are.

But tomorrow... she might.

What job were you and Wayne

working on?

Well we've been on different ones.

Anyway. What I started

to tell you,

I don't see what difference it makes

who mails the check, you... or us.

But... the boss says we have to do it.

Now I told him you're a nice lady to offer...

I told you I don't have their address.

She never gave it to me.

The only thing I have

is their phone number, you want that?

Oh...

well, you didn't mention that,

did you? You have their number?

Not on the phone I didn't.

I wasn't absolutely positive,

whom I was speaking to.

That's how they find out

if you're home...

so they can come in

and rape you.

I understand.

Can't be too careful.

You give him a check, and

you'll know where he'll cash it...

don't you?

The nearest bar.

- Oh...

- What's up?

I should never bend

that far from the waist.

It's like somebody...

stuck a knife in me.

That's your "Sacro Ileac".

Why don't you...

lay down on the couch.

No, no...

let's get you down here...

on the carpet.

I'm gonna give you a back rub.

I had a foster mom at one time...

named Jackie, she was

some kinda therapist...

worked with cripples,

she showed me how.

I assume...

you know what you're doing?

Yes, ma'am.

You're not gonna hurt me, are you?

What the f*** did you do?

Cut it out...

I just gave her a back rub.

Jeez...

It's a Missouri code.

Did a bank there once.

Hi, it's Matt and Pam.

We're not here. Call you back.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Hey, it's me... I tried

calling you a couple of times...

Wayne.

No, I'm fine.

What?

I'm losing you... What?

- We gotta make a plan.

- That's my f***ing phone!

You wanna wait

till they change the number?

It had all

my f***ing numbers in it.

- Why don't we go to Missouri?

- We will.

- Yeah, when?

- When they stop looking for us.

Or when they think we've

stopped looking for them.

So... Gerald,

this is the Master bedroom.

I love how you guys say

"Master bedroom".

Yes, we guys

like our guy words.

- You're not from here.

- That's right.

Where're you from?

- Detroit way.

- I know Detroit.

We didn't look at the kitchen.

- Are you following me?

- What is it?

- Are you following me?

- Mrs. Wenkovsky, hello.

How the viewing work out?

Well, you should know.

You were outside this morning.

Did you make a sale with Gerald?

I know he's been looking

at a lotta places.

Do they know we're here?

Are they coming after us?

Yes, you come by

the office anytime,

it's always good to see you.

- What if we're bait?

- What're you talking about?

What if we're being used as bait.

What if the FBI...

just waiting for those 2 freaks

to find us, so they can find them.

- What if they showed up here, Wayne?

- They get caught.

Oh...

Before they kill us?

Sure... yeah,

I vote for before.

I can't even begin to

pretend to do my job.

I show a house and I'm just waiting

for someone to pull a gun on me.

What's the choice? I don't understand.

Sit here and go crazy...

- I don't know. Why don't you tell me.

- Listen.

Can we try something different?

Come down after work one night.

Meet some of the guys and their wives

You know, they're good people.

There's a lot of places along the

river we can get something to eat.

- Does nothing bother you?

- Sure, yeah, this bothers me.

You and me...

Not gangsters.

I need you to do something for me.

Is that why you dragged me

out here to tell me?

You got some balls on you chief,

I'll give you that.

I don't give a f***

what you need.

Yes, you do.

That's why you come

when I called.

You don't want the cops

picking me up, if for some reason,

they start asking me

was I in Detroit...

when the old man's killed.

And how the f*** they're gonna

connect me to a half-breed...

piece of sh*t they dragged up

from the bottom of this lake.

That blue Cadillac you gave me.

The one with the papers

in the glove compartment...

registered to your

pepperoni company.

Anything happen to me, a friend

gonna drive the car to some precinct.

They gonna find the piece I used...

to whack the old man for you,

wrapped in a letter.

From me... about you.

Not a love letter.

This is what you're gonna do for me.

There's a cemetery in Port Heron,

my kid brother is buried there.

He never had the kinda

funeral he deserved.

You'll be walking around

on that skinny little beam...

and you've got clouds

around your head.

I mean some days you think

you see things so clear,

The place you live,

the store you shop in.

The church you got married in.

I could see everything...

Everywhere I've ever been my whole life,

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