The Bag Man Page #3

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You're gonna forget you know

anything about this sh*t.

- Do you understand?

- Yeah.

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)

So what kind of trouble are you in?

Why are you so nosy?

- Why?

- I'm just curious.

No, seriously, why would you do that?

Why are you like that?

'Cause I'm just trying to have

a civilized conversation.

No, you're not.

Why are you so nosy?

I'm curious.

You know what that did to the cat.

So what's up with the

blood in your car?

All over the backseat.

It's from my hand, yeah.

It's not from your hand.

Hey, what did I just tell you?

What?

About minding your own

f***ing business?

I am. There's blood all over

your car. I'm sorry, I can't...

You know what? Let me

tell you something.

Maybe there's gonna be more

f***ing blood in this car

if you don't shut your hole and

mind your own f***ing business.

It's none of your goddamn business.

Well, I'm sorry for trying to help.

Hey, just do me a favor, okay?

Don't help.

Can I ask you something?

You wanna ask me something,

or everything under the sun?

Why are you doing this?

Why am I doing what?

Helping me?

I'm not helping you.

I am not helping you.

I'm getting you out of the way.

However you want to look

at it, you're helping me.

Whatever makes you happy.

Stop being a dick

would make me happy.

Okay. You know what?

Get out of the car.

What the f*** is your problem?

Get out of the f***ing car,

okay? Get out!

All right!

F***ing a**hole.

Here.

There. Bus stop's a few miles away.

Good luck.

- F***ing a**hole.

- Bye-bye.

(SLAMMING)

(SIGHS)

Get in the car.

- Get in the f***ing car.

- No.

Yes. Get in the f***in...

No. No.

Come on!

Ow! F***!

(LAUGHS)

So who is that, huh?

Is he a friend of, you know,

the person I can't say?

Is that the guy who shot you?

(PANTING)

Why are you so curious, huh?

It's gonna get you killed one day.

Oh... F***ing...

You're pathetic.

What kind of idiot puts a body

in a trunk that can't close?

JACK:
Shut up.

Shot in the head, huh?

What did he do?

(CAR APPROACHING)

F***.

We're fixing the tire.

Bend down. Bend down.

We're fixing the tire.

Bend down.

RIVKA:
We can't just leave him in the trunk.

We have to get rid of it.

JACK:
Shut up.

There's five gallons of

blood in your back seat.

Somebody's going to see

it and call the police.

Shut the f*** up.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Ahh!

LIZARD:
What the hell is this?

What, are you deaf?

I asked you a question.

- What the hell is this?

- And you are?

(GROANS)

LIZARD:
That's what you get

for messing with my woman.

I'm not your woman.

You shut your hole up.

Pop him, man.

Bobby, no.

I said, "Shut up."

(C*CKS GUN)

I was hitching a ride and he pulled over.

He was just giving me a lift.

He was giving you a lift?

Yeah, I bet he was giving you a lift.

(GROANING)

(SCREAMS)

(GROANS)

Are you f***ing crazy?

B*tch, I wanna... I swear to God!

(GRUNTS)

F*** it. I'll pop him.

And afterwards, carry his body

into the woods and hide it.

You carry him.

- No, I'll shoot him.

- I'll shoot him.

- I'll shoot him.

- Then you carry him.

I should shoot your

little munchkin ass, too.

Then you'd only have more to carry.

Yeah, screw this, man.

Let's get out of here, man.

Too much f***ing trouble.

Get your ass up.

Get up. Get over here.

Are you crazy?

I'm not playing with you!

Ahh!

(RIVKA WHIMPERING)

Pull up.

Come here.

I got it. I got it.

I'm gonna get the bag.

Hold still. Hell's wrong with you?

And I'm not Russian.

I'm Serbian-Roma, you f***.

(MOANS)

Come on, man, let's go.

I pissed on his f***ing head.

Sh*t, man.

Where's the goddamn keys at?

Motherfuck.

Wanna be a freaking idiot?

Yeah. I got your idiom.

(WHIMPERING)

Hey.

Hey. Hey. Curious cat.

You all right?

(RIVKA YELPS)

(ENGINE REVVING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(ALL GRUNTING)

God...

Ahh!

(YELPS)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(ALL GRUNTING)

F***.

(SCREAMING)

Oh, sh*t! (SCREAMING)

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

Thank you.

NED:
Mr. Smith?

- F***.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Just hold that there.

Who is it?

NED:
It's me, Mr. Smith.

What do you want?

Have you got a woman

in there with you?

Oh.

(KNOCKING CONTINUES)

What?

Mr. Smith.

What do you want?

'Cause if you have a

woman in there with you,

I have to charge you $20

extra for double occupancy.

I don't have a woman in here.

I'm just saying, if you do have

a woman in there with you...

Well, I don't.

I'm just saying, if there was

someone in there with you...

I don't have one in here.

Now, listen to me.

I wanna go to sleep now

because I'm very tired, okay?

Good night. Good night.

Good night.

Don't fall asleep.

Hey. Stay awake.

I am awake.

Oh, f***.

Quick. There was a candle in

here somewhere, wasn't there?

Yeah. It's on top of the cabinet.

Are you okay to move?

Move where?

Listen, Kitty Cat. Don't ask questions.

Are you okay to move or not?

Not.

Well...

Look, even if you're not okay

to move, you're gonna go.

Can you sit up?

I mean...

I don't understand.

One minute you're all worried

about if I'm all right.

The next minute you're

kicking me out?

What are you, schizo?

You sound like my ex.

Let's go.

Is it all right if I use the

bathroom before I go, master?

Jesus Christ.

Unbelievable.

JACK:
Hey.

I got this from Lizard's car.

It's the same picture

as the other one.

That much I know.

So we know as much as each other.

Perhaps you know more.

I've been thinking, perhaps

you know a lot more.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

(GASPING)

Mr. Smith. I'm Sheriff

Larson, this is Deputy Pike.

Uh...

Hi.

Is there a problem, Sheriff?

Yes, there is a problem.

Two men and a girl were

staying in room 10.

We found the two men down the road.

Very dead.

On the interstate?

No. Down the road. I was

wondering if you'd seen

anything unusual

around here tonight.

- No, I didn't.

- Mmm.

We're looking for the girl.

She's tall, attractive, in her 20s.

Didn't happen to see her

around here tonight,

did you?

No, I didn't.

No?

No.

Well, that's funny.

'Cause someone said they thought

they saw you and a girl

getting in your car

earlier tonight.

Who told you that?

LARSON:

Who were you speaking to before?

I was on the phone, with my wife.

I heard you got into a little

trouble tonight, Mr. Smith.

Excuse me?

With your wife.

She stabbed you.

Yes. It's nothing serious.

Where you from, Mr. Smith?

Pittsburgh.

What brings you here?

I'm just passing through.

- Passing through?

- Yeah.

You drive 300 miles

with a stab wound.

I find that odd,

Mr. Smith. Don't you?

Not if you know my wife.

You're traveling light, Mr. Smith.

No credit cards.

But you didn't forget

your cash, did you?

I carry my money separate.

In a rubber band.

What is it that you do in

Pittsburgh, Mr. Smith?

I work for the city.

What's with the third degree here?

I mean, I told you

I didn't see anybody.

When do you plan on leaving?

Ask him.

Ask him.

He knows everything.

- He knows everything about me.

- Ned.

How long is he staying?

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