Montana Page #5

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Earl?

Yeah, sometimes.

I do too. I worry about Claire.

I worry that I won't be able

to rely on her.

I worry that she's trying

to play me for a sucker.

And I want it to be absolutely clear

to her what the stakes are.

Good pick, Benny.

Nothing, dear.

I want for nothing.

- Paul.

- Claire. Give me The Boss.

He's not available, Claire.

Paul, it's important. Please?

We're gonna find you, Claire.

Damn it.

- I can't believe you.

- What?

I can't believe you're so alone.

They had you digging your own grave

and now you're begging to go back?

- It was Duncan and Wexler.

- You're pathetic.

You're a stupid whore.

You don't know sh*t.

I may have been a whore, but you're

the one crawling back to get f***ed.

Shut up!

I gave Koo the gun.

What?

It was easy. Nobody ever

pays any attention to me.

Jesus.

- Why?

- I knew I had to get out of there.

I didn't know what else to do.

I know what I'm gonna do now, though.

Is that right?

You were right when you said

that I have to "leave" leave.

So I'm gonna go someplace

really far away. Montana, maybe.

Montana?

You could come with.

No, I can't.

I wish Nick were here.

What are you gonna do?

Wexler could turn us in to The Boss

and still look loyal.

I can't touch him

until I straighten things out.

Claire, I feel

we're not communicating.

I can't make a move against

The Boss until I contact Nick.

If he opposes us,

we could be in trouble.

I'm giving you protection, Claire.

I don't see you giving me anything.

We have an agreement.

Nick wouldn't cross you.

Besides, he won't be around

much longer.

I will take Kitty

as the price of continued protection.

You may contact Nick,

and perhaps we can still proceed.

Kitty?

Claire, certainly you don't

owe her to The Boss.

No. Kitty's not on the table.

So far you haven't put much

of anything on the table.

I suggest you reconsider

your bargaining position here.

I'll do that.

We're leaving.

Move it.

That's gotta hurt.

Better her than me.

Relax, beautiful.

You get the good part of the deal.

You get to stay with Dr. Wexler.

- No, no, no.

- Stop crying.

Go away. Please, just go away!

Somebody help!

Help! Please, help!

Oh, God. Jesus.

- Claire.

- Claire?

Nick. Nick, you okay?

I've been testing the waters

of my soul.

Are you okay?

- We've got to meet.

- Nick?

- I'm at the Hotel Belle Age.

- Okay, I'm there.

- Could you refill my prescription?

- Sure.

- Nick?

- Yeah.

Thanks for killing those two.

- What?

- Nothing.

After we see Nick, I'm gonna leave.

You should too.

Come.

You look like hell, Nick.

I could say the same about you.

What happened to your leg?

I shot myself.

What's gonna happen to you

when I'm gone?

I don't know.

I'm gonna go get a soda.

- I'm sorry.

- No, no.

It's okay. It's okay.

It's okay.

- Help, please! Somebody help me!

- Shut up! You're going to The Boss!

- Help, please! Somebody help me!

- Shut up! You're going to The Boss!

Be very quiet.

You're gonna die, you son of a b*tch!

Ouch! Goddamn it, Nick.

Son of a f***ing b*tch.

Oh, Nick. Nick, what do you...?

Where are you...?

Where are you hurt?

- Hey, Claire.

- Yeah?

- You didn't shoot yourself again, did you?

- No. Jesus, no.

It's okay.

It was perfect.

- This is for you.

- No!

- Take it.

- No.

It's okay.

Look at me.

Now you can go.

- No. I'm with you.

- No.

- Not anymore.

- No.

It's time.

You're going to do something different.

You can make it whatever you want.

So make it good.

So don't be afraid.

You'll be fine.

Tell me you love me.

I love you.

I love you too.

Now go.

I love bananas

Because they have no bones

I hate peaches

Because they...

... have no...

- Wait! No! No!

- Where's my money?

I gave Koo the gun.

Claire didn't kill Jimmy. I did.

I took his own gun, I put it under his

chin and I blew his pathetic head off.

Oh, God.

You c*nt!

It's hard to see clearly when everything

you know is filtered through others.

Your instincts, the things you know

are true, they get twisted.

Damn you.

You could have trusted your instincts.

What are you gonna do, Claire?

Where have you got to go to?

You gotta get out now.

Out.

I love bananas

Because they have no bones

But I hate peaches

Because they have stones

I love bananas

Because they have no bones

But I hate peaches

Because they have stones

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