Mojave Moon Page #3

Hi!

- Are you alone?

- Of course I'm alone.

Was the downstairs door unlocked?

I guess so.

So are you gonna let me in?

- Al, what's wrong?

- Well... nothing.

Nothing's wrong.

Come in.

Oh... Oh... this is nice!

Oh... it's so cool in here!

So how long have you been

living here?

I didn't expect to see you

so soon.

- Well... I thought you might need this!

- It's my wallet!

There was no telephone number

but your address was inside.

- You didn't have to.

- I know.

- Shouldn't I be here?

- Nobody else knew you're here, do they?

No.

- Oh God! Mom!

- Ellie!

What are you doing here?

What's she doing here?

Nothing!

She just came by to... tell me...

to...

she...

wanted to...

...use the... shower!

Oh...

Well, that's so sweet!

I mean, you're so nice!

You never see people letting people

use showers anymore!

So did you remember to

wash all the hair off the soap?

I can't believe this!

Are you following me?

I was returning Al's wallet.

What's the matter with you?

You're ruining everything for me!

- I am not!

- Yes, you are!

- Al has his wallet back.

- Big deal!

- You had a nice shower!

- Oh, you're such a dise!

Ladies, please!

Shut up!

Thank you!

I have a little bit bigger problem

than losing my wallet or

what kind of a shower

she's had or

why you're here.

Downstairs, in my car,

in my trunk, there's a guy... dead!

I don't know who it is,

or how he got there!

But he was there

when I left your place last night.

You're kidding, right?

Maybe you know how

it got there!

Wait, you think that...

I don't even believe you!

- You don't?

- No, I don't.

Do you?

Over here.

Where the hell is it?

Where's my car?

Where the hell is my car?

THEY STOLE MY CAR!

JESUS CHRIST!

Well, call the cops!

All right, uh, tell them it's a Lincoln

with a dead biker in the trunk.

It'll be easy to identify that way!

A biker?

Yeah. A motorcyle jacket on

with my fingerprints all over it!

- Oh, my God.

- What?

Kaiser!

Oh, what did he look like?

I don't know.

He looked dead.

He just drove it right out!

Is he big or is he small?

- Medium.

- Colour of his hair?

Maybe blonde, why?

- So what are you saying?

- He killed him.

- What are you talking about?

- But you were with him.

No, I wasn't. I left right after

I talked to Al on the phone.

Boyd probably got there right after.

God, what if Kaiser killed him.

And put him in Al's car

to make it look like he did it.

He'd do that.

- He'd definitely do that.

- They'll find the car.

The body!

They'll trace it back to me!

- Oh sh*t!

- What?

That's Boyd's truck right there!

Oh golly!

We gotta get out of here!

Let's go! We gotta go!

Look, tell me what you see.

Nothing!

- I think we lost him.

- We can't go back to Al's apartment.

- They'll look for us there.

- Turn right here.

Hey Bobby, toss me a skeleton, homes.

Hey, what's this?

There is a dead dude back here, man!

Let's get out of here!

What's going on?

- At least it's got a TV!

- They got movies?

For 100 bucks, it oughta!

Locked good.

We'll be safe here,

nothing to worry about.

I gotta find my car before

the cops do.

How you're gonna do that?

Damn if I know.

Oh... it's Boyd.

He's playing with us.

I don't understand why

you let him hang around.

He's disgusting!

If he sees my car,

he'll know we're here.

Why don't you just get a gun?

And shoot him.

I gotta get help with this.

I gotta go out a while.

- I'm gonna take your car, Julie.

- Well, we'll go with you.

No, no.

You both stay in the room.

Without your car outside,

no way he knows you're here.

I come back, I'll knock, like this...

Got it?

- Al?

- I know, be careful.

Be very careful!

Charlie!

- He's here.

- Thanks, Charlie.

- This is the guy.

- Sit down.

- What do you think?

- Sit down!

Pay TV. Press 4.

"Sally & Stallion" is coming on!

- Isn't that a dirty movie?

- In the comfort of our own room.

I'm not going to sit here with my own daughter,

and watch a dirty movie.

Oh...

Nothing to be nervous about, mom.

It's nice to be curious about this kind of thing. And...

I'll explain anything

that you don't understand.

There wouldn't be anything

that I didn't understand.

Yeah, right.

Ellie!

Mom!

Press 4.

- You lucked out!

- What do you mean? How?

I made a few inquires for you.

Your car is in Los Feliz. This is the address.

- How about the trunk?

- What about it?

Oh, nothing.

What happened to what was in there.

- Nothing in there.

- Yes there was. I told Charlie to tell you.

- Tell me what?

- What was in the trunk.

What do you care?

Somebody did you a favour.

Yeah. He's right.

Let me tell you something.

So you don't screw up again.

The next time you knocked someone off,

you tell me and I'll handle it for you.

- I didn't kill this guy!

- Whatever.

- I didn't!

- Sure.

I mean, who would take a body

out of a stolen car!

Somebody who needed it.

You don't wanna know.

Yes, I do.

I'm in real trouble if

I don't find out.

I don't do business with bodies.

See the guy over there...

They call him Angel, the bald headed guy with

the ears. You talk to him about it.

Angel?

Excuse me.

- Excuse me.

- What?

- Are you Angel?

- Who are you?

- I'm a friend of Shorty's.

- Yeah?

So what?

I'd like to locate something.

Like what?

- Like a cadaver?

- A cadaver?

A cadaver?

- A corpse. A dead person.

- No problem.

Hey! Hey! You want a body, I can get you one. Cheap.

Get out of here!

F*** you, man!

You want a girl? I'll get you

a nice one. Just got it.

I don't know about you,

you're dealing with me.

Forget it! Forget it! Forget it!

I can get you a nice cadaver.

Just like you're looking for, man!

Cheap! See...

How's this one?

No, no... Thank you.

Thank you all very much!

Hello? Anyone here?

OK, who's this?

[Immitating Sean Connery]

It's Connery!

Hey, Sal, Terry.

Glad to see you guys, OK.

I gotta talk to somebody.

You know what's going on in this city?

You have any idea what kind of people

working around out there?

- Heat waves always bring out the loonies.

- It's the moon!

What would you do?

Let's say you find a body

in the trunk of your car.

A body? What kind of body?

A body. A corpse. A...a dead guy.

So what?

Well, let's say you find out that

the guy that put it there is after you.

He wants to kill you.

- Why?

- I don't know. He's a maniac!

Whatever.

Anyway, then you decide to go the cops.

But your car with the body in it, gets stolen.

What do you do, uh?

You're writing a detective story!

Just tell me what you'd do, Terry.

Hey, you're writing a part for me?

I can be very scary. I can play psychopathic killers great.

Ugh, Jesus Christ!

Why don't you stick to selling cars?

- Very confusing.

- Extremely.

- What are you doing?

- I'm leaving.

Heat waves.

Sal, listen...

What I was just saying...

wasn't just a story.

It's happening to me.

Remember that girl I picked up, yeah?

Yeah.

There's the girl... and her mother.

He's after them too.

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