Nadine Page #6

I love you.

I always have,

always will.

Damn it.

If I'd known you was

gonna quit on me

like this,

I wouldn't have fell in

love with you to start with.

If this is your idea of how

you're gonna get out of

this marriage,

you got

another thing comin'.

I ain't done with you yet,

Vernon Hightower.

We started off together,

and by God, as long

as I'm drawin' breath,

you're gonna

have me to deal with.

Now you got that?

Let me do it.

Well, look here.

All right, Hightower.

Now where's my car keys?

In my pocket.

Why don't you

come and get 'em?

No. I got

a better idea.

No!

Now, you wanna keep

on being a smart-ass,

you're gonna be pickin' your

teeth with wrought iron in

about one minute, buddy.

Vernon!

(SCREAMING)

(NADINE SHRIEKING)

(SOBBING)

Vernon! Vernon!

Vernon! Are you okay?

Come on, darlin'.

We ain't got all day.

If you think

I'm through being mad

at you on account of Renee...

All right, you first.

Go on.

(DOORBELL RINGS)

What's she doin' here?

Thrilled to see

you, too, Dwight.

Come on, Dwight,

we got business.

I swear, you two

are livin' testimony

to the fact that it's

better to be lucky

than smart.

Mr. Estes here

has seen fit to

throw in with me.

I guess he figures it's better

to have a small piece

of a sure thing

than half interest

in a cemetery plot.

That's right.

Me and Mr. Pope

are partners now.

But no hard feelings,

Vernon,

but you'd have just

screwed this up,

somehow.

I'll remember that, Dwight.

I don't suppose you happen

to have that map on you?

I didn't think you would.

I'll make you a deal,

all right?

You let my wife go, I'll see

to it you get that map back.

What about this?

You get me the map,

then I'll let your

wife go.

You don't have

a choice, Vernon.

All right.

You go with him, Estes.

Me? Why me?

'Cause I said so,

that's why.

South of town,

Old Highway 91,

there's a salvage

yard that belongs to me.

I'll leave the gate open.

Try not to be late.

You know what your

problem is, Vernon?

You don't ever look

at the big picture.

Now that map's

gotta be worth five,

ten million dollars.

That means raisin'

a lot of money fast.

So I went to Mr. Pope.

I mean,

everybody knows

he's a high roller.

You tell me something,

how much do you expect

to get on this deal?

Well, we haven't worked

out the exact figures yet.

I imagine

about $500,000.

What makes you think

Buford Pope's gonna

give you that money?

Because we

have an agreement.

Why wouldn't he?

Well, I guess $500,000

is reason enough.

I mean, Dwight,

once he's got his

hands on those photos,

what the hell's

he need you for, hmm?

Vernon, Vernon.

Where is the map?

Suit yourself, pal.

It's right here.

Uh-huh. Yeah. Uh-huh.

I saw that same TV show.

Now hand it over.

I'm warnin' you,

anything happens to Nadine,

you're as good as dead.

You got that?

Do you mind

if I have a beer? Hmm?

I usually don't drink

this early in the morning,

but this is an exception.

Be my guest.

Vernon Hightower, I'm so

mad at you I could bust!

Renee, Dwight.

Dwight, Renee.

I sincerely hope you are not

in business with Mr. Hightower

'cause he is nothin'

but a low-down scum!

Don't I know it.

Do you see this?

This is a size 6.

I wear a size 8.

You'd think, somebody

that's supposed to be

my fiance would know

a thing like that.

But I'm such

a trustin' person,

I thought it was

an honest mistake.

So what do I do?

I go down to the store

and try to exchange it.

And what do

they tell me?

They tell me they cannot

take it back

because it is

a used garment!

Used. Furthermore,

they hadn't had

this particular style

in the store in six months.

Well, I didn't even know

Vernon Hightower six

months ago.

Oho, if you're tryin' to

scare me with that thing,

it won't work.

You must've told me

a dozen times already

about how you keep that gun

in the ice chest

just for show.

About how

the firin' pin's jammed

and it won't shoot. Here!

As far as I'm concerned,

we are no longer engaged!

It was nice

to have met you.

(DOOR SLAMS)

(CHUCKLING)

I don't know, Vernon.

This just doesn't

seem to be your day.

Floyd?

Any sign of 'em yet?

Not yet.

I gotta be

frank with you.

I don't see you

gettin' away with this.

That's gonna be

the easiest part of it.

The hard part, the part

I'm not lookin' forward to...

Let me have that bottle.

The fact of the matter is,

I've never killed

a woman before.

FLOYD:
Here they come.

You got that map?

DWIGHT:

It's right here.

Now I was wonderin'...

Floyd?

...if we...

BUFORD:
Mountain?

Where's my damn car, huh?

BUFORD:
And my pistol,

God damn it!

You and me gonna

have a little talk

later on, you hear me?

Now then, Mr. Pope,

there's a couple things

that we never did work out.

Now, not that

there's gonna be

any kind of problem,

but I was just wonderin'

if we could get somethin'

down on paper.

Some kind of

an informal agreement.

Hey!

I lived up to my end

of the bargain.

Let her go.

This place looks like

pure "D" dogshit,

don't it?

You may not think it,

but there's enough

explosives here,

if he was to put

a little gasoline

in the right place,

light a match

at the wrong time,

this dump would go up

like a Roman candle.

There'd be no way

they'd ever find

your bodies.

Take 'em on in

and shoot 'em.

Hey, hey!

Now he wasn't

talkin' about me.

I was especially

talkin' about you.

Hey, now, we had

an agreement, damn it.

You can't just back out

Dwight! Dwight!

I guess this just ain't

your day, is it, cousin?

Son of a b*tch!

MOUNTAIN:

Now, move it! Come on!

Get in there!

Come on, go!

FLOYD:
Move it!

Now go on over there

against that wall. Go on.

I guess

this is it for us.

And I gotta

get this said.

Now, I know I ain't been

the easiest person to

get along with.

I know I'm stubborn

and selfish...

All right,

that's far enough.

Now which one of y'all

wants to go first?

Hold on, Mountain.

I want to talk to that

son of a b*tch over there.

But Mr. Pope told me...

I don't give a sh*t

what Mr. Pope says.

You finish up outside,

I'll take care of

these two.

(DOOR OPENS)

Now then,

where's my damn car?

You got about

as much chance of

gettin' that junk heap back...

Now, you look here,

shitface!

You don't tell me where

that car is in about

one second...

You even think

about tryin' anything,

you can

wave goodbye to

your private parts.

(PANTING)

All right,

we're goin' out that door,

and you're gonna tell your

friends to put down them guns.

You got that straight?

Yes, sir.

NADINE:

You mean to say to me,

you had that thing all along

and you didn't

tell me about it?

Mind if we talk

about this another time?

And all the time

I was just thinkin',

this is the end.

I'd never see you again.

Here we go.

Uh-oh.

Uh, Mr. Pope?

We got us

a small problem.

Floyd, goddamn it!

(NADINE SCREAMING)

(GUN FIRING)

Come on.

(SCREAMING)

Look at it this way.

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