The Bag Man Page #4

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Just for the night.

- See?

- Just for the night?

That's what he said.

Yeah. Gonna go back in the morning

and patch things up with my wife.

That's it.

You know, Bob's your uncle.

Mmm-hmm.

Well, good night, Mr. Smith.

All right.

Get that hand seen to.

Yeah. It's fine.

Thank you, sir.

Ned.

Hey, you.

Mr. Smith.

What the f*** do you

think you're doing?

What do you mean?

Where do you get off telling

them my life story?

It's my civic duty.

I've known the sheriff for a long time.

Listen to me, you little rodent.

You're gonna keep your mouth shut.

Now, you back to your office and you

mind your own goddamn business.

Do you understand me?

Don't touch my wheelchair.

You shouldn't have

done that, Mr. Smith.

No one touches my wheelchair.

It belongs to my dead mother.

(DOOR CLOSING)

Hey. Wake up. Wake up.

(GROANS SOFTLY)

I'm okay.

Put that on your head.

Just got dizzy there for a minute.

Keep the ice on your head.

I'm fine, okay?

I said, keep it on your head.

I'm fine.

Put it up there.

God, is that why she left you?

- Who?

- Your ex?

My ex died.

I know what it's like

to lose someone.

- Do you?

- Yeah.

What's your name?

Mine is Rivka.

My name is Jack.

Were you married?

We were going to.

We were going to be married.

She got murdered.

She didn't want me to

do certain things,

and I had to do certain

things for money.

And we got into a fight about

it and she stormed out.

I had to go do this thing.

While I was away...

She got killed.

Sorry. That's awful.

(CAR APPROACHING)

You can chill out here for a little while

longer, then you gotta get up and go.

Tell me about Dragna.

Why don't you tell me about him?

I don't know anything about him.

No?

No.

You wanna talk about this?

Anything you wanna tell me?

I'm gonna ask you one more time.

I'm gonna give you a

chance to answer honestly.

Did you look in that bag?

Don't have to look

in the bag of

allegiance to know that

it's worth more than

what you're getting.

I'm gonna go out.

Lock the door behind me.

What happens if he

knocks on the door?

Believe me, Dragna

doesn't knock on doors.

Where you going?

What are you doing there,

Mr. Smith?

Oh.

He walks.

It's a remarkable recovery.

I think it's best that

you just dig that up

and you throw that over here.

I said, "Start digging"!

You see, I heard you on the phone.

I know what's going on.

It's not what you think.

No, it's not what you think!

Okay.

You see, what you don't know is

that man, he's been here before.

What man? Who?

On the phone!

It's been years,

but that voice I'll never forget

and what he done here before.

You don't know what

you're getting into, man.

Oh, that's funny,

because that's what I was

just about to say to you.

Can you stop shining that light in my

eyes? I can't see what I'm digging.

- You just keep digging.

- Okay, okay.

- I don't owe him nothing this time.

- Okay. Okay.

- You understand?

- Yeah, yeah.

You get that out of the hole.

Okay. Okay.

That's good.

Put it down right there.

Move back away.

Go on. Move away.

- Get back over there.

- Okay.

Goddamn.

Ow! Ow!

God!

Damn it.

(DOOR OPENING)

F***.

(CAR APPROACHING)

(SIREN BLARES)

Come on, Kitty. (GRUNTING)

We're going, Kitty.

What's going on?

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Who is it?

Sheriff Larson.

Did I wake you, Mr. Smith?

No, I was just lying down.

Unlock the door, please.

Hmm. Did she drive all the way

out here and stab you again?

No, no, it just started

bleeding again.

You should get that checked out.

It's fine.

You haven't seen Mr. Stenson

around, have you?

Who?

The manager of the hotel.

- No.

- That's funny.

We've been looking everywhere

for him, we can't find him.

But his car's parked out front.

Oh, maybe he's skulking around,

doing wheelies or something.

I don't know.

Maybe.

When are you leaving, Mr. Smith?

Uh...

In the morning.

In the morning?

Yeah.

Back to Pittsburgh?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Gotta go patch things

up with my wife.

Mmm.

(CLEARS THROAT)

I realized I probably

brought this on myself.

It's my fault.

Well, well, well.

What do we have here?

Yours?

JACK:
My wife's.

Your wife's?

And this?

I don't know, it was in

the room when I got here.

Hmm.

A Gideon Bible and a

shovel in every room.

(GROANS)

You're under arrest, Mr. Smith.

Something's come to light

since our last meeting.

What the f***?

Gotcha.

Now, will you give me a

reason to break your skull?

I challenge you to a battle of

wits but you'll be unarmed.

(STRIKING PUNCHING BAG)

(MAN GRUNTING)

Nice, Jones.

Okay, boys, you know what to do.

(GROANS)

Why? Why am I here?

Target practice, Mr. Smith.

Where did you bury it, Mr. Smith?

Bury what?

The bag, Mr. Smith. The bag.

What bag?

There's two ways this can work.

I can beat you to death,

or two, you can tell me

where you put it.

(GROANING)

(MUFFLED CURSING)

Just because it's inevitable doesn't

mean it's imminent, Mr. Smith.

I have all night.

My shift doesn't finish till 7:00.

(PHONE RINGING)

We have a long, long way to go.

Chief. I got your

wife on the phone.

(GASPS)

Why did you tell her I was here?

What was I supposed to say?

That I'm not here.

Hey.

Macadamia Chocolate crunch.

That's...

I don't like Chunky Monkey.

Mmm-hmm.

Yeah.

JONES:
Can I help you?

I think you're looking for me.

I'm the girl from the motel.

Huh.

You were with those two in the car?

Yeah, that's me.

Who you looking for?

I'm not looking for anyone.

Is that right? Mmm.

Come with me. It's okay.

You know him?

No.

(GRUNTS)

(SCREAMS)

Now, what have we got in here, huh?

What do we have in here?

Oh.

I don't know this b*tch.

She's got nothing to do with me.

Looks like we have a bad girl.

Bad girls need to be punished.

(GRUNTING)

Deputy Pike. Deputy Pike.

Check her good.

Coke whores will hide it

just about anywhere.

PIKE:
Get in here.

(RIVKA SCREAMS)

Check every spot. Every hole.

(RIVKA GRUNTS)

Come on, get in here.

Hey, stupid b*tch. Yeah.

(RIPPING)

(SCREAMS)

Yeah?

Hold her. Grab her hands.

(SOBS) Look what we got here.

Well, well, well.

Looks like she intended

to hurt you, Deputy Pike.

Make sure she doesn't have

a shotgun up her ass.

Oh, let's check.

(SCREAMS)

Mr. Smith.

Thought these were yours,

Mr. Smith.

Oh, Christ.

But we do know they're

panties, don't we?

(RIVKA YELPING)

(GRUNTING)

I'll tell you what you wanna know.

Where is it?

It's at the motel.

Where at the motel?

It's too dark.

It's impossible to find.

I had to walk through the forest.

Just tell me where it is.

I'll take you right there.

I gotta walk you there.

If this is some kind

of wild goose chase

we will take liberties

with this girl.

I'll take you right to it.

Deputy Pike,

you look after Miss Pretty.

Gladly.

LARSON:
Jones, come with me.

Sir.

I'll grab the car.

Get up.

Do you have any idea

what I'm gonna do to you

if they don't come

back with that bag?

Hey.

(CLICKING)

JONES:
Pike!

Pike!

Pike!

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