Nadine Page #3
- PG
- Year:
- 1987
- 83 min
- 163 Views
of a time to stop!
(POLICE RADIO CHATTERING)
Hang on, darlin'.
(NADINE EXCLAIMING)
(TIRES SCREECHING)
(WHOOPING)
(GUN FIRING)
(NADINE SCREAMING)
(CRICKETS CHIRPING)
You mind tellin' me what the
hell was goin' on back there?
Well, sort of like this.
One of the girls
down at the shop,
and don't ask who it is,
'cause I ain't gonna
tell ya.
Anyway, this guy Escobar
took some, uh, pic...
I mean, some
art studies of her...
What you mean
is this old boy talked her
into posin' bare-ass for
a bunch of pictures?
And that b*tch's ass
is not all they've done.
Vernon Hightower,
you got a dirty mind.
For your information,
Mr. Escobar was in the Army
with Hugh Hefner of Playboy
magazine fame.
How about that?
He pulled that one on her?
He didn't pull nothin'.
I knew those gals in the shop
wasn't the smartest things
in the world,
but I did give 'em
more credit than that.
And I'll bet you,
that she's got
a husband
that's even dumber
than she is.
Hmm.
Are you tellin' me that
we nearly got ourselves
killed...
I swear,
I never saw anything
like the way you drove that
car tonight, Vernon. Never.
Uh, mostly luck.
I mean, the way you went
90 miles an hour backwards,
without gettin' us killed.
And then you
stopped the damn car.
I couldn't believe it.
"Goddamn, Vernon, what
a hell of a time to stop!"
I didn't say it like that.
(CHUCKLING)
Yeah, you did.
I did not.
Here I am,
sittin' around
like we was still...
(SIGHS) Listen,
you can't drive
the Ford on account of
the police
will be lookin' for it.
Oh, no, okay, I won't.
I know this,
this old boy
who owes me a favor
and I'll take it over
and have him paint it.
That'd be real nice.
I guess
I'd better be goin'.
You're lookin' real good.
(CLEARS THROAT)
No, I mean,
you know, it looks like,
you're eatin' real good.
Not too much or anything.
(STUTTERING)
What I mean is
that you look
real good.
You look real good, too.
Real good.
Well, I better
get on my horse.
Renee's gonna
be kinda worried.
Well, here.
Let me get you
some ice, okay?
I'll be right back.
(SIGHS)
Ugh.
(SIGHS)
Oh, boy.
Hmm.
(EXCLAIMING)
(CAR DOOR CLOSING)
(CAR ENGINE STARTING)
(SIGHING)
(SNIFFLING)
It don't do no
good to cry whatsoever,
so you might as well quit.
(SIGHS)
It does you no good to
talk to yourself either.
(SCREAMING)
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(FROGS CROAKING)
BUFORD:
Reverend,I told you the last time
you were in this place
that I would not,
I repeat, not tolerate
any handlin' of snakes
on this premises.
(SNAKES RATTLING)
What the holy hell
is this?
Sir, we'd surely be grateful
if you wasn't to make
them mad.
What I mean is, that way
they ain't gonna be no
use to anybody.
Listen to me, you pinhead.
I'm gonna keep this box
right here in my office
under lock and key
until you pissants
are out of town.
Now get out!
(SNAKES RATTLING)
Miss Hightower,
I'm Buford Pope.
Would you please come in?
(DOOR CLOSING)
I want to apologize
for bringin' you here in
but how come a nice
girl like you would let
a low-life like Ray Escobar
take some indecent pictures
of her?
Believe me,
I'm startin'
to regret it.
Nadine... You don't mind
if I call you Nadine,
do you?
Nadine, I've got reason to
believe that you were at
Ray Escobar's today,
lookin' for
these photographs.
I've also got
reason to believe
that you've come across
somethin' else while
you were there.
And I'm just about positive
that whatever it was that
you found,
it belongs to me.
Now, is it possible
that you have
that somethin' else
we're talkin' about on you?
Well, I might.
Floyd?
(SNAKES RATTLING)
Nadine,
we've got ourselves
a little problem.
(DOGS BARKING)
(DOORBELL RINGING)
(MUSIC PLAYING)
Why, you miserable
son of a b*tch.
You got some nerve
showin' up here.
If I wasn't otherwise
occupied right now,
I'd come out there,
and I'd whip your butt.
I swear... Dwight,
I don't see
why you're so hot under
the collar there, pard...
You owe me $450,
not countin' legal fees
of $370 and change.
You're lucky I don't
get the sheriff on you.
Yeah, Dwight?
I'm your own family.
Don't that count
for somethin'?
We are third cousins
once removed, period.
My mother
does not remember ever
layin' eyes on your daddy.
Well, I just thought
I'd come by to tell you
that your third cousin
once removed is gonna
be a jillionaire.
I just thought
you might want
to know that.
Vernon, you don't
have diddly-squat.
You owe me
$820 plus interest,
the bank is about to foreclose
on that chicken sh*t bar
of yours,
and now you're talkin'
about bein' a jillionaire.
Har-de-har-har.
(GRUNTS)
Where'd you
get this thing?
You wouldn't happen to have
a cold beer in the icebox,
would you?
I'll lay odds you didn't get
a hold of this by legal means.
I ought to
call the police.
You do that, pard.
WOMAN:
Sweetheart?Hey! Good for you, cousin.
(CLEARS THROAT)
How much you figure
land along that highway's
gonna be worth an acre, hmm?
A lot.
That sounds reasonable.
I figure, right now
it can't be worth more
than $500 to $600 an acre.
A few
thousand dollars
in the right place,
I might end up
the Blue Bonnet on her feet.
Then watch my dust.
Can I have my
picture back,
please?
Now, Vernon,
that ain't gonna do
you the least bit of good
unless you can
afford to buy the land.
You don't have
a pot to piss in.
Well, that's why
I've come to see you.
I figured, with you being
a fancy lawyer and everything,
you might have some
designs in that direction.
Well, I'll tell you what.
You let me have
the rest of those maps,
I'll see how much cash
I can raise,
I'll cut you in for sure.
How about that?
Hmm.
No.
No, I don't think so.
Damn.
Let's try this on for size.
You're a lawyer,
you call up some of
your rich friends
and raise,
mmm, let's say, $50,000.
Then I'll let you
have these photos.
WOMAN:
Dwight, hon?I'll be right in, darlin'.
Vernon, this better not be
another one of your swindles.
Hey, Dwight, I swear,
this time everything's
strictly on the up and up.
(SIGHING)
No, sir. I ain't
You can
break my arms, my legs,
it won't do a bit of good.
(RATTLESNAKES RATTLING)
The only Vernon Hightower
I know
runs a dump out
the Blue Bonnet Lounge.
He ain't the one.
Why don't you boys
go out there and
pick him up?
Don't shoot him,
unless you have to.
(VERNON WHISTLING)
(MUSIC PLAYING)
Good evening there, Boyd.
Sorry I'm late.
How's business?
Not so hot,
Mr. Hightower.
We only took in $6
in change so far tonight.
Well, that's all right.
I got a feelin' we're about to
any minute.
You want a beer? Hmm?
Sure.
(LAUGHS) You know,
I've been thinkin'.
You know what we
need around this place?
A new sign.
Somethin' in neon.
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