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of girl you think I am.
Well, hopefully
no kind of girl at all.
But if we were...
If we were...
Going to kiss... Mm-hm.
At a different location.
Yeah, umm...
Is there anything
that you might want?
Uhh, something fermented.
And lots of it.
Sorry, honey.
But it's all about the money.
( ENGINE SPUTTERING )
No, no, no!
Oh, come on, come on...
Oh, oh. Oh, my... really?
Really.
Oh... great.
Perfect. Perfect!
Hey.
[JACK]
Looks like you got trouble.
Yeah, that's the, uh,
horoscope of the day.
Is that your car?
Yeah, it's stolen. I'm not,
um... ex-boyfriend.
Jerk, you know?
Yeah, I've seen it on the road,
he's a real piece of work.
Yeah.
So, uh, do you think
you could fix it?
You know what, sweetheart?
I just drive them.
I don't work on them. Oh, yeah.
Where you headed?
West. Away from him.
West. Okay, you know you're
headed east?
Ha, well, um, I do now.
Look, you're not gonna get
a tow out here 'til tomorrow.
You want a lift?
Naw, it's... it's all right.
Thanks, though.
You sure? Yeah.
Have it your way.
You know what, you know,
um, actually...
Yeah, I'll... I'll take you
up on that ride.
Jump in. Thanks.
REPORTER (ON RADIO): The
nightmare continues to unfold.
The prison warden and the county's top
prosecutor were found terribly mutilated...
in separate but possibly
connected incidents.
Some speculate the serial killings are
somehow linked... Can you turn that off?
To the execution
of the original...
Hey, by the way, my name's Jack.
How far out west you going?
California.
You got people out there or you just
trying to get away from that prick?
Listen, I really appreciate
the ride and everything...
but I've had a long day and I would
really like to get some rest.
Sure, all right.
I'll just drive.
I'm sorry, I'm being rude.
No, hey, look,
I've had sh*t days myself.
So, Jack, how long you
been on the road?
Mm, about five minutes
past forever.
Well, that sounds lonely.
Not really. And I don't play
well with other people.
But I'd do anything
to be your age.
What would you do differently?
Absolutely everything.
Whoa, watch this.
Oh. I'm sorry.
That's okay. Look,
I gotta make one stop.
And there's a hotel there.
No. No hotels.
It's not like that.
I gotta get some sleep.
And you look like you
could take a break, too.
Look, I just, I...
I really need to keep going.
Look, I gotta make this stop.
So, if you don't like the deal,
just say so and I'll keep driving.
You would do that?
Yeah. I can get
some sleep when I die.
( CAR APPROACHING )
Whoa, uh, ha-ha, is it cool
if I just stay in the car?
Haven't you listened
to the radio?
All the bodies they're
finding on this stretch?
You're a lot safer in there with me,
than you are out here without me.
What's the worst
that could happen?
Uh-huh.
Don't you look familiar,
young lady?
right about now, Jack.
I'm sorry, folks, the honeymoon suite
is already booked for the evening.
We're gonna need
two rooms, amigo.
Uh, connected if you got 'em.
ANNOUNCER (ON RADIO): Anyone with
any information on the murderer...
police have labeled The Reaper,
please call 1-555-587-6238.
You heard? About The Reaper?
How could we not hear?
You got those keys?
They say he's on a rampage, seeking
revenge against the unjust.
You actually believe that crap?
It doesn't matter,
because I'm not a sinner.
Hey. You're scaring her,
and you're scaring me.
Now why don't you
get us those keys?
Boy's a real piece of work.
Oh, I can pay for my own.
I got it, I got it. Don't worry.
Rooms eight and nine...
and don't forget to pray.
Mary, mother of God,
pray for our sinners.
Father, who art in heaven,
hallowed by thy name.
That one's yours.
Oh, um, hey, thanks again
for everything.
You know, I never did
get your name.
It's Natalie.
All right, Natalie, I'm gonna go down
and move the truck, put it in back.
Get some rest.
Hi, Mom, I know I said
I'd be there tonight...
but we got a flat tire
and had to pull over...
so we're gonna stay the night.
Don't worry, though, I'll be there
first thing in the morning.
Tell the doctors that
I have the money, okay?
I love you.
( SIGHS )
( ELECTRICITY BUZZES )
Jack, open up! Jack!
There's someone in my room.
Look, it's been a long day.
The imagination has a...
Look, he was watching me.
All right, hold on.
Come on, hurry!
Why do you have that?
Why do you have that?
Look, I know
that I saw somebody.
All right.
Well, whatever it was,
it's not here now.
Oh, my god,
you must be so sick of me.
Naw, I'm not bored
with you yet, kid.
Why don't we go get a drink
and calm our nerves.
So, I thought you were supposed
to be meeting somebody.
Yeah, that's later.
Oh, yeah? Thanks for helping
me back there.
So, this guy you're running
from, he get outta line?
They all do, eventually.
You married?
No.
Ehh. Thought you were too young.
I was, once.
Oh, yeah? Handsome guy like you
got locked down? How'd she do it?
I don't know.
Got me to stop drinking.
I started drinking when I was about 12.
Met her 15 years later and I just quit.
Well, how'd she do it?
God, I have no idea.
It didn't last anyways.
I still kinda missed the booze.
Started getting out of line.
What was her name?
Millie... Mildred.
Well, when did she leave you?
It was a car accident. I lived.
Kids?
Yeah, I got one.
She lives with her aunt
in Florida, her Mom's sister.
She won't talk to me.
So, if you don't have an ex,
why are you going to California?
My mom. She's, um she's not in
I'm sorry to hear that.
What about your dad?
Dad? Yeah, he, uh, he wasn't
really good for much...
except for running around
on my mom and me.
And then one day, he just left.
Then my mom had to go
and get sick on me.
You know, not tell me until a
couple of weeks ago how bad it is.
Well, looks like both of us
could use a refill.
You know, maybe...
Maybe I should go.
You got me thinking.
Thinking is good...
only in moderation.
I'll walk you out.
If you need anything,
come on over.
I'll leave my door unlocked.
You know, you, um, really
shouldn't be so hard on yourself.
You're not that bad of a guy.
What do you know? You just met
me. You're just a kid.
Yeah, I'm young,
but I've met enough to know.
Get some rest.
You, too.
Hello?
Hello?
[JACK] You can't be serious.
What the hell is he watching?
[JACK]
What do you mean you lost it?
[BRAD] I didn't lose it, all right?
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