Slim Susie Page #3

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Even Davidson.

A while back, I saw something weird

in the video store.

- A lot of talking in this one?

- Hardly any.

I'll take it, then.

Put that away.

- Can I have a bag of candy?

- Sure.

Some for the kids, too.

If he can be bought with

a B-movie and some candy-

- he's cheap. If she's been killed,

he knows who did it.

And someone gave him candy

to keep his mouth shut?

Damn it, I can't sleep!

Two other people were sleepless.

Tore Tumor and his baby.

The baby had colic every night,

and the mother had left-

- after having read something

about equality.

Sandra, if anything happens to me,

look in the drain pipes.

How often did you see Susie

before she disappeared?

Occasionally.

She'd just gotten so weird.

She just wanted...

...cash and to talk about The Chimp.

- What Chimp?

- What're you making?

- Disco powder.

- Disco powder?

- Now i'm really getting spaced out.

- Don't worry, it'll pass.

- I'm back.

- It's starting again.

- What's with that powder?

If things are so boring,

why don't you move?

I'd rather be a ducky in a pond

than in the ocean.

Wow, well said.

That was really well said!

- Yeah, it was.

- I have to write it down.

- Yeah, you do that.

- I should write a book.

A book about myself.

Bridge to the chorus...

This is just so good.

- No, it sucks.

- Whatever. It's a free country.

Hey, Susie. Make the book about

a girl drugging her brains out.

- Hello, Susie. Can I ask something?

- Go ahead.

This dump has the lowest

educational level in the country.

How do you feel about that?

It's not bad, actually.

Makes it easy to be smart.

- But you don't seem smart.

- Exactly. But I am.

I just pretend to be dumb.

Here in the countryside,

you're supposed to be...

...just plain

happy and dumb.

- What? Was she doing drugs?

- Yeah. Didn'tyou know?

I thought you knew.

- Where'd she get drugs from?

- From work. The nursing home.

- More.

- One more time?

- You need to pay the jukebox.

- Here you go.

- I tried to get her to quit.

- Why'd she even start?

- I just don't get it.

- I should've called you much earlier.

She kind oflooked up to you.

A lot, actually.

- Who, me?

- She missed you.

Grits got her started.

In the grocery store, of all places.

She was hardly eating at all

at that point.

But she had to care for

your mom, too.

So when mom made a fool of

her self for several times...

You can't just fire me!

There are laws even here!

I've worked here longer than anyone!

I only had cough syrup, that's

not illegal. I want my job back!

- Go get Ralph!

- Settle down, now.

The customers want people like me,

you goddamned fascist!

Are you sad? I know what that's like.

I've probably been sadder than

anyone in the county. See?

I look like some gym teacher.

You can't be too sensitive.

You have to find a way to perserve.

Just act dumb.

Then people will leave you alone.

Check this out. Brown sugar.

Smoking smack.

- What?

- It's a prescription against sadness.

Or baldness. Wanna try it?

- She's not dead, you know.

- Yeah, let's decide that.

Good. Positive thinking. Let's talk

about something normal.

Something normal? I had a huge

crush on you when you lived here.

Really?

Well, I certainly didn't notice.

- I was pretty popular.

- Susie said you were a virgin.

- No, no...

- She said so.

I thought I'd f*** myself to death,

but it worked out.

Guess what?

I had my fortune told a while ago.

The fortune-teller said I'd meet

someone from another culture.

But I don't know any languages.

Maybe it was you.

Does Stockholm count, you think?

I don't know...

- Hey. I actually dreamed aboutyou.

- About me?

Lots of times.

But I've stopped doing that.

It doesn't lead to anything.

That's what happens

when you do it too much.

- What was that?

- A crow?

That night,

I dreamed of my little sister.

Someone, please help me.

Someone, please help me.

Grits!

- Come in. Movie's just starting.

- You'd better help me, Grits!

Help you? Have a problem?

Got something to sell?

Screw it. Come on in.

- There are four junkies in there!

- Just the four?

It should be packed.

We're having Kubrick night.

- They're always full.

- I think Susie's dead.

I borrowed a tape of

Clockwork Orange backwards.

The entire movie.

We look for hidden messages.

There one scene where it sounds like

he's speaking Swedish.

Imagine that. Alex speaking Swedish.

She died, like in my dream.

You have to tell me what you know.

- Cut it out. You could die.

- Well, so could you.

He did try to quit sometimes.

Last time was

three years ago, when I left.

- Erik? Do you think I'm an idiot?

- Naw, it's cool.

Thank you.

My parole officer was impressed

that I'm not a mean drunk.

Then he said I was enough of a loser

to be drunk forever.

- What do you say?

- Try being sober for a while.

Sober?

Ithink I'll try that. Seriously.

Never take any drugs ever again.

I think you can reach your goals.

- As long as you have a vision.

- So, what is your goal?

It doesn't really matter. Get on

welfare, maybe. Hard these days.

As long as you have dreams.

I know this guy who claims

unemployment. Part of the system.

He's had a house and a wife.

That's going to be me.

Happy.

What? It's low-alcohol beer.

Okay...

- Who killed my sister?

- You're riled up.

- We've got to catch this on film.

- Who killed my sister?

- Damn camera...

- Do you know who killed Susie?

It wasn't me. Or anyone else.

Where's the camera?

Hello? I think we've already had

this conversation.

- Do you know German?

- No.

Damned German, calling all the time.

He's stalking me.

What's this?

- A regular Makarov.

- What have you used it for?

I took it from Tore.

He got it to shoot you

when you were breaking in.

I was kind enough to take it.

Tore ain't too bright.

Hey, it's me. Yeah. He understands.

Stop writing me! We will

never go bananas together!

Signed, Claes the Chimp.

Someone, please help me.

She was so happy when she won

the Miss Motor pageant.

It's a pretty nice contest.

The neighbors called.

I'm technically off, but...

- They said a druggie was breaking in.

- I've seen nothing.

- How'd you getin?

- The unlocked door.

- Been fighting?

- I wouldn't hurt my sister.

Back off. There are even

people who murder themselves.

You don't get a free pass

just because you're siblings.

- There's a hole here!

- Talk to the landlord.

- It could be a bullet hole.

- It's a hole, nothing more.

Tidy up in here,

and go back to Stockholm.

I can't really guarantee

your safety anymore.

And I don't want to

catch you here in town again.

Damn it.

And I don't want to

catch you here in town again.

Wait!

Are you okay, Thirteen?

Mick Thirteen always

treated me well.

I got to sit on his shoulders

when there was a crowd.

It was Papa Dee.

He'd gotten dirt in his carburetor.

- What bastard did this to you?

- I did it myself.

Yourself?

I felt so guilty,

I just wanted to die.

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