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She's a psycho hitchhiker!

- Shut up!|- She's a liar!

I need your help.|Get the police.

Help me!|She's a psycho b*tch!

Freeze! Or I will shoot you,|I swear to God. Sh*t!

You ever use|one of those guns before?

Just give me a reason.

It could be outta ammo.

That's very funny, but you're|not dealing with Rayanne.

Put your hands|behind your head.

It's a lot of responsibility,|pulling that trigger.

That'll change your life forever.

Maybe I've been|looking for a change.

Sh*t!

Goddamn it! You b*tch!

Hold it!

Mister, you got it wrong.

Help me! She shot me, goddamn it!|She's a killer!

Go call the police.|I'll watch him.

What are you talking about?|She's a murderer!

- Just go! I can handle this.|- Are you crazy too?

- She's trying to kill me!|- Go. Shut up!

- Murdering bastard.|- I didn't kill nobody. She shot me.

- Give 'em to me.|- What are you talking about?

You know what,|you stinking bastard.

The computer chips.|Give 'em to me.

Sh*t. Why didn't you just ask?

The copper took 'em from me.

He must've known I had 'em.|He's got 'em.

Stupid f***er.

Goddamn you!

Sh*t!

Have a little car trouble, honey?

- Call 911.|- 911 what?

The police! Sh*t!

Phone don't work.

Up!

You and I need to have|a little conversation.

- You put that gun down right now.|- Okay, Frank.

Put it down!

Come on.

Come on, baby.

I kinda like you.

Where are you?

Feisty.

Spicy.

A girl like you,|I'd take out to dinner.

Where the hell are you?

What're you coming into my life for?

What the hell you want?

Sh*t, I'm so sorry|I gotta kill you.

I'd like to take you home|to my papa.

He'd like to meet you.

B*tch, where are you?

I tell you what, girl.

I'll be nice to you|if you're nice to me.

How's that?

Call me crazy, but somehow|I don't quite believe you.

Get down!

What are you gonna do, baby?|Shoot me again?

- Don't tempt me.|- I know.

This is about you taking hold|of your life, codependent no more.

- I'm from Venus, you're from Mars.|- Shut up!

Move!

You surprise me, ma'am.

I got a few tricks|up my sleeve too.

What the hell's going on?|Who is she?

I don't know.

Who the hell are you?

Just another Texas girl.

Bullshit! You've been|sticking your nose in my business!

Nobody knows my business.

Not even Rayanne, who is dead now,|thank you very much.

How the hell am I|supposed to live without her?

You're pathetic!

Anyway, you knew|she was cheating on you.

How the hell you know that?

She tell you that?

Who was she doing?|Jesse? Who is it?

Cut it out.|Take it somewhere else.

Tell me!|I wanna know right now!

Cut it out!|Take it somewhere else!

Take her out in the desert!

I'll take it out in the desert,|all right.

Make sure nobody finds her.

Get up.

I'll talk to you later.

Nobody's gonna find you|'cept the coyotes.

Better make it quick 'cause somebody's|bound to come looking for that trooper.

What's the trooper gonna say?

Just gonna have to shut you up.

You listen to me.|You say anything...

and I'll kill them all, I swear.

Hi. Can I help you?

We wondered if you might know if there's|a campground located around here.

Freeze!

Lock the doors!

Get outta here!

Let me in!|Brian, you son of a b*tch!

You're in there!|Sh*t!

Brian, you son of a b*tch!

- Who are you?|- I'm the one you sent back.

- Remember?|- What?

Your name's Brian.

There's something in here that sends|people back in time. Me, for example.

- I don't know you.|- I was here before.

You sent me back, and|I've just relived a nightmare.

I have never seen you before|in my life.

Yes, you have!

If what you're saying|is true...

I wouldn't remember it|because it wouldn't have happened yet.

This is incredible.|I must've documented this.

No, you listen to me.

A lot of people were just killed, and|the killer is outside. He's after me.

- We'll call the police.|- That is not gonna work.

I want you to send me back.

I'll change what happened.

- I can go back, and I can fix it.|- Are you insane?

I have no idea what|the residual effects might be.

I'll tell you what they are:|people die.

- Going back might make it worse.|- I've already made it worse.

This time, I'm gonna need|more time. At least an hour.

I've only designed it|for 20 minutes.

That's gonna put me|right back where I was.

You're coming with me.

You want proof that your machine|works, you come with me.

They won't know that we know.|This'll give us an advantage.

As soon as you get back here,|call the police.

Tell them there's a crazy man|with a gun shooting people.

Get them to the gas station|down the road.

As soon as you've made the call,|meet me there.

You're that woman from Chicago|with the hostages.

Yeah. It's a pity this thing|can't go back three days. Get on.

- You first.|- Don't trust me?

Something like that.|Come on. Together.

"That is one|good-looking belt buckle."

And, I don't know, it just popped|into my head. Don't ask me how.

I've heard it before.|It's a really stupid joke.

You don't even know|what I'm talking about.

"lt'd look even better|with your forehead pressed against it"?

And you thought that was original?

Don't take it personal.|After all the stress...

what with my car breaking down|and all...

I am ready to relax,|cut loose.

Know what I mean?

Yeah. Hell,|it's Thursday, right?

Goddamn it. It's only|a day away from the weekend.

That's right.

- What'll you do about your car?|- Hell with it.

I like yours better anyway.

I just love a big, old Cadillac.

- It's so powerful.|- It is, isn't it?

Let me tell you something.

There's more under me|than just a Cadillac engine.

Why don't we go somewhere|and you show me?

Sounds like fun, don't it?

You stop it.|This isn't funny.

Come on. You know|how much I love this.

There're a motel|'bout five miles up. We'll go there.

- I love motels.|- You do?

- Do whatever you want in 'em.|- Yeah.

Might even give 'em|your real name.

Trash the sh*t outta the room,|then just leave.

Yeah, I like that!

I'm just gonna stop at the station|for a minute, then we'll go.

- I'll take a tequila and lime, please.|- Tequila and lime!

This day has been hell.

- I'm so glad your car broke...|- Keep driving.

Take your hands off the wheel and I'll|blow our brains clear to the border.

What the hell you want, woman?

- Slow down.|- Sh*t.

If that's all you wanted,|why didn't you just ask?

Does this mean you changed|your mind about the motel?

Now you'll let this car pass us.

Rayanne, and I thought|you were moody.

You ain't seen nothing yet.

Don't get any ideas.|Just keep doing what you're doing.

You are of a different ilk|altogether.

Afternoon, Officer.

Don't test me!

As soon as you get a chance, get as far|away from this a**hole as you can.

You got it?

Then again, I may just kill him|for you. Solve both our problems.

You b*tch!|I try to help you...

and this is the gratitude I get?

Goddamn it, you better|learn some manners.

- This sh*t don't fly in Texas.|- Maybe that's why I left.

Let it go on by.|As difficult as it is...

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