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like to f*** her.

I bet you she'd be

a goer, too. Huh?

She like it hard and fast?

Am I right?

She like a bit of dirty talk,

you know?

She like it when

you call her a slut?

Just when you're into it?

You know?

Just before she comes?

Give her a bit of, "You slut".

"You b*tch".

She'd love that, wouldn't she?

What's she like

in the rumpy department, and?

She a moaner?

Or a screamer?

I bet you she's a screamer.

You're losing her, Ron.

- What?

- She's bored already.

- Haven't you noticed?

- Shut the f*** up.

She's slipping away.

How does that feel?

Knowing that you're...

not... quite...

adequate?

Come on!

If the phone rings out,

you're dead.

- Hello?

- Andrew Shepard.

Frank, yes.

I need to verify some I.D.

Gabrielle Elizabeth Martin.

Yes, it's my fiance.

Okay. And password.

Restraint.

All right.

- Good.

- Yes.

Thank you. Yes.

We're gonna be doing

this again tomorrow.

Is that all right?

Yes. That's fine.

Want your license back?

We don't have anything larger.

So that's 10, 12, 14...

Thank you.

Miss?

Excuse me. Miss.

This your car?

It belongs to my fianc.

The door was unlocked.

I wouldn't do that around here.

Sorry.

Here's my money.

I did it. I actually did it, Andy.

It was extraordinary. They believed

everything that I was saying.

You know, they treated me

like I was someone special!

That's what I'm talkin' about, Andy.

You feel alive, huh?

You did good, baby!

You did good!

I just felt so comfortable.

Just shows, when one makes

a little bit of effort...

with your appearance and whatnot...

and the attitude, darling...

the attitude of those around you

completely changes.

Yeah, well, you can

drop the attitude now.

She's amongst friends now,

isn't she, Andy?

Sorry, darling.

To what attitude do you refer?

The attitude, babe!

The accent, all right?

It's not funny!

I knew you could do it.

You could almost be her.

Gold!

We are celebrating tonight, my friends!

You ever order in, Andy?

- I'm sorry?

- You know.

Whores.

Hoochie mamas.

You getting me?

What?

Six months without a screw?

No wonder you're tropo, mate!

Come on, And. You gotta learn

to live a little, you know?

I mean, look at that.

Now that's a disgrace, man.

You've been on that all night.

No wonder.

Hang on.

I know what you need.

Now where's the ice cream?

In the chest freezer, on the side.

By the fridge.

Can I introduce you

to a titillating sensation?

That's a hundred dollars a bottle, Ron.

There's some cheap stuff

in the fridge...

F*** the cheap stuff.

We're celebrating, mate!

I give you... the champagne spider.

It's like poetry.

Come on. Give your

Master Tom a good swipe.

I really don't think it's my...

Oh, and you haven't even tried it!

Come on.

Well, I'll be damned.

Isn't that some gourmet sh*t?

Drink up, lads!

So what's with all

the paintings, mate?

You an art dealer?

I used to be.

I'm more of a collector now.

Right.

With your private income.

That's right.

I was also a dealer.

Dad was a druggie.

Your old man's in mining, right?

Among other things.

Little tension between

you and the old man, is there?

How about your mum?

She died a few years ago.

Sorry to hear it.

Mine's still around.

She breeds dogs.

That's what I'm gonna do, too.

Back.

Now what sort, you reckon?

- I have no idea, Ron.

- Just have a guess.

- I don't know...

- Go on, have a guess!

- I really don't know.

- Have a guess! Play the game!

Play the game.

Rottweilers? Pit bulls?

Poodles, mate.

Miniatures.

That's what I'm using

your money for in Thailand.

I'm gonna start my own kennel.

Look anywhere in Asia now.

What do you see?

Gucci. McDonald's.

Coca-f***ing-Cola.

You see, they get to a certain level...

and they all want to be white.

Jesus, Ron!

You shut up, babe! Look.

Mercedes Benz.

Little bloody poodles!

Every little yellow bastard

is gonna want one...

either as a pet...

or on the barbie.

What?

I like it, Ron.

I think it's a very good idea.

I knew you'd get it!

- What's this one?

- It's jazz.

New Orleans-style.

- How do you play it?

- You don't.

It's never been played.

It's a first edition.

What's the point of having a record

if not you're gonna play it?

I just don't think

it's your type of thing.

Put the f***ing thing on.

You know nothing about me.

All right? Nothing.

See, I like that. Yeah!

10 to 15 inches.

See, that's your miniatures.

Anything under that is just a toy.

Good water dogs.

What are you laughing at?

- Come on. Get up here.

- Come on, Andy.

- Go on.

- Get up.

Shake your tail feather, Andy!

That's it. Go on.

There he goes.

Come on.

You, too.

Dyin' for a fag.

Never.

Listen to me.

You will never make it to Thailand.

You won't even get a passport.

Ron's got friends

that can help us.

But things are different now.

There's all sorts of security checks.

- You don't know what you're talking about.

- Things have changed, Dale.

Ron has murdered two people.

They're gonna catch up with you.

Ron!

Dale, listen to me.

Listen.

You haven't done anything wrong.

Look at you. You're...

You're beautiful.

You've got your whole life ahead of you.

You could turn yourself in

tomorrow and walk.

Walk to what, Andy?

Back to stripping?

Ron... He loves me

just the way that I am.

But you don't love you...

the way you are.

Boo!

Found this outside, And.

I thought you might have lost it.

Now, you reckon

an art critic did this?

Or have you been up

to something naughty?

She left me.

Crap.

She left me, Ron, all right?

Bullshit!

She walked out

without any of her stuff...

her clothes, her makeup.

Now, ladies and gentlemen of the jury...

you show me a broad

that would do such a thing.

She left me because my father...

paid her a great deal

of money to disappear.

And she did.

They met for lunch,

and I never saw her again.

F*** me dead.

I thought my old man was harsh.

He always said

she was a gold digger.

I guess she was.

Well, this brought the night...

to a rewarding end, didn't it?

They way he keeps all her stuff...

it's f***in' sicko.

I think it's romantic...

like Miss Havisham.

Miss who?

Forget it.

I shot your boss's

f***ing head off, all right?

I f***ed up my whole f***ing life.

Dale, have you ever

asked yourself once why?

Because you owed him money, Ron!

I f***ed him so you'd have

more time to pay.

Yeah, and I killed him

to get you out of that.

You want to get me out of it?

You could've just paid him.

Just paid him, Ron.

Is that right?

You see...

I seen you talking on, Dale.

And you know what?

I don't care.

Because I know you love me.

Don't you?

Do you love me, Dale?

What do you think?

I got to believe you love me...

because if I don't...

I might as well shoot my head off...

right f***ing now.

Do you love me, Dale?

Yes.

Good.

Instead of gawking

at this poor b*tch...

why don't you see what's

right in front of your eyes?

- What do you mean?

- What's around her neck?

That must be 50 grand's worth.

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