Love Lies Bleeding Page #3

I'm still kind of queasy. Okay?

- You sure you're not mad at me?

- I promise.

- I don't mind driving you.

- No, you stay here and get some rest.

I don't want my husband falling

asleep on our honeymoon night.

Be back before you know it.

- Promise?

- Promise.

All right.

Now, look at her. Isn't she fine?

Isn't she beautiful?

She is beautiful.

And so are you.

Oh, thank you.

And I still want you to call me...

...the minute the doctor

finishes his checkup.

- Bye.

- Say, "Bye, Daddy. "

- Bye-bye, Daddy.

- Good girl.

Coming.

- Hello again.

- Good morning.

- Come on in.

- Thank you.

- Another celebration?

- A really special one.

- Where should I put it?

- Just leave it right here.

- Okay.

- I'll be right back.

- Here you go.

- Thank you.

Thank you.

Hey, babe.

So I got one of everything

on the breakfast menu.

- You get crispy bacon?

- And crispy bacon.

And, baby,

I got something to tell you.

- Where did you put the duffel?

- It's right...

- Did you move it?

- No.

- Sh*t. What did he look like?

- Who?

- The guy who brought the food.

- It was the same guy as yesterday.

Sh*t. Look, get dressed

and pack our things.

- What did I do?

- Nothing. Just do it, okay?

- We gotta go now.

- Duke.

I love you.

- I love you too, okay?

- Okay, I'm sorry.

- We gotta go. Okay?

- Okay.

- Just be careful.

- I'll be back.

- Excuse me, miss.

- Hi.

I just ordered room service

and I'm on the 10th floor.

I forgot to give my waiter a tip.

Is he here?

- Tenth floor? I'm not sure.

- Red-haired kid?

That's Steve. I just saw him

in the kitchen a minute ago.

- Back there?

- Yeah.

Bet that hurts.

Now, where is my money?

Where is your d*ckhead boyfriend?

I don't know. I don't know.

She's got a nice ass.

Come on.

Where is my f***ing money?

Get off me!

What?

He's gone.

- Gone?

- Yeah.

He left me and took your money.

He's no good.

You believe this f***ing b*tch?

Now, why would he leave

a fine piece of ass like you, huh?

Because I'm pregnant, you a**hole!

F***!

Ain't this grand?

Ain't this just my f***ing lucky day?

Well, it's the woman's station in life.

It's the shitty way of it. Nothing new.

It'll all be over soon, honey.

Now, just tell me

where you think he went, huh?

Where did he go?

Jesus. F***!

Up there.

Check this floor.

Tenth-floor stairwell.

Get some men above me.

Sh*t. F***ing b*tch.

F***, where is she?

You don't understand.

He's trying to kill me.

Amber? Amber!

- They're trying to kill me.

- Listen, you need to...

Hey. Sam Pollen, DEA.

Step away from the girl.

No. He's not the police.

That woman

is wanted in connection...

...with a drug-related murder

in California.

We just tried to take her away,

she went ape sh*t. Look at my face.

Can I see that ID again?

You don't wanna do that.

We've got procedures.

Well, I'm well beyond giving a f***

about procedures.

Are you gonna show me that ID?

Now...

Come on!

Get your ass back upstairs.

Did you hear me, b*tch?

Move your ass.

I'm not going back in that room.

You're gonna have to kill me here.

Duke!

Oh, my God.

Oh, baby, you scared me.

Are you okay?

Tell me what happened.

Who did this?

- He's a cop.

- A cop?

- What do you mean, a cop?

- And he wants the money.

Baby, come on, we gotta go.

Baby, come on.

Are you okay?

F***. We gotta go.

You and your stupid procedure.

Jeez.

F***ing...

- Freeze, right there!

- Whoa, easy, easy, easy.

Drug Enforcement Agency.

Got it?

We're looking for two suspects.

Male, Caucasian, mid-20s,

brown hair, blue eyes.

The female is 5'5",

They're both wanted

for murder in California.

They're both armed and dangerous.

One of them just popped this guy.

So, what are we gonna do?

I don't know yet. Come on.

Ma'am, today is your lucky day.

Baby, we gotta go.

I don't know if I can do this.

Sure you can. You're gonna walk right

through that lobby and right to the car.

- You're not going with me?

- They're looking for us together, okay?

We have a better chance

of getting out of here if we split up.

You're just gonna walk right to the car

and come around back, pick me up.

I promise I'll never leave you again.

We gotta go.

- Wait.

- What?

I'm pregnant.

- What?

- I'm pregnant.

- You're pregnant?

- Yeah.

We're gonna have a baby?

Come here. Oh, my God,

this is the best day of my life.

Wow, how long have you known?

Well, for sure,

since I got back last night.

Oh, man.

- We can't die now, Duke.

- We're not gonna die.

But we're gonna have

one hell of a story to tell.

Hey, we're looking for a young couple,

mid-20s.

Sh*t! F***ing motherfucking b*tch.

You! Come on! Come on.

Got some ID?

It's out in my car.

What happened here?

Couple of Bonnie-and-Clyde types

shot a casino employee upstairs.

They're wanted

for murder in California.

Wow, that's bad.

Do you need me to get my ID?

No, it's okay.

Hey.

You don't have to put up with that.

There's a women's shelter

that can help you.

Thanks.

Next.

Did you see a young couple

come through here?

- The girl's wearing a maid's uniform.

- Every maid has been through here.

This uniform

is about three sizes too big.

She's a cute little thing

with a black eye.

Oh, God. Oh, baby. We made it.

Go, go, go.

Go, come on!

The cop at the casino said

we're wanted for murder.

I hid the money.

Just in case he catches up with us.

The money's the only leverage

we're gonna have.

We gotta get off at this main road.

Find a place to hide out for a while.

We could stay here till dark.

Even if they put a helicopter out,

they wouldn't find us here.

So once again,

the girl pulls out her weapon...

...fires off two shots,

just misses me and my partner...

...down goes

the hotel security guard.

Next thing I know,

the dude comes charging in...

...pulls her out,

and they're both gone.

That's it.

- Okay. I think that's it.

- Yeah.

Look, I know it's been a long day.

Appreciate your cooperation, huh?

You just hang tight a bit.

It matches his earlier statement.

I believe it was a good shoot.

He's calm as a clam at high tide.

What the f***

is that supposed to mean?

Language, Billy.

High tide, a clam is buried, sleeping,

not a care in the world.

- I grew up on the coast.

- Yeah, I still don't see your point.

Do you remember

when we had that standoff...

...the barricaded guy in Santa Fe?

No shot was fired, but you and I both

were shaky for three days.

I wouldn't say shaky.

This guy expels nine rounds

on a public stairwell.

Bodies, blood scattered everywhere.

He's not even asking for a cigarette.

- Maybe he doesn't smoke.

- He smokes, all right. I read his file.

So who are these kids

he's implementing?

Implicating.

Who are these kids

he's implicating?

These, Billy, are questions you and I

will pursue with due diligence.

So, what room do you think

this is gonna be?

Living room.

It's gonna be a pretty house.

Yeah, it will be.

I just felt him.

You can't feel him yet, Duke.

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