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put him in the trunk...

and you wouldn't need

that footlocker.

Because I want the pleasure

of seeing his big ass...

sink to the bottom of

Lake Bascombe! That's why!

Hey, Roy. Roy?

I can't wait for you

to feel the icy water...

seeping into this trunk...

shriveling your balls

before you drown!

What if he's reloaded?

Well, he's folded up in there

like a card table.

How the hell

is he gonna reload?

I don't know, Vic.

She could never

do anything right.

Jesus.

What?

Nothing. I just thought you

were gonna put Roy in the trunk.

The footlocker might not fit

in the back seat, is all.

You're the one

been going on...

about how spacious

these f***ers are.

And now you're saying

it won't fit?

It might. I'm not sure,

is what I'm saying.

One night driving a Mercedes,

and already you're an a**hole.

Come on,

help me get this thing.

Ow! God damn it!

If I could open

the f***ing door...

Okay.

Jesus, Charlie, you're right.

This thing is spacious.

There's no way it would

have gone in a Lincoln.

Give me the key.

Oh, yeah.

All right.

I gotta get my sh*t.

Oh, Vic?

What?

Whose thumb is this?

Oh, yeah. Good news, Roy.

Charlie brought your thumb.

So, you think you're

going to go back to Florida?

You know,

I've been thinking about that.

Maybe you shouldn't tell me

where you're going...

and I shouldn't tell you

where I'm going.

I just think

it's safer that way.

He's going to kill you,

Arglist.

That's where you're going.

It's the truth, Arglist!

Think about it.

Pay no attention

to the man in the trunk.

He's got a gun, Roy. He could

shoot me now if he wanted to.

Uh-uh. He needs your help

to unload the car.

Once he's deposited me

and his missus in the lake...

you're next.

You know what, Roy?

One more word

out of that trunk...

and I'm gonna shoot it

at both ends.

Because the truth is, I can't

remember which end your head's at.

You know, the fact of the

matter is, I should shoot you.

What were you doing

in there tonight?

What are you talking about?

Well, you're waiving stage fees...

you're comping drinks,

being nice to people.

You may as well wear a

f***ing sign that says:

"Hey, I just stole a shitload of

money and now I'm blowing town. "

For Christ's sake...

Calm down! It's Christmas.

Everybody's nice

on Christmas.

No, Charlie. No. Only

morons are nice at Christmas.

And that's a lot of people,

too, Charlie.

Especially in Kansas.

But not everybody.

What kind of man

shoots his own wife...

in the back of the head

on Christmas Eve?

Roy, he already knows

that you shot her, okay?

That's what he told you,

Arglist?

What the hell do I want

to shoot his wife for?

Bill Guerrard knows about

this whole deal, Arglist.

That's not what

you said earlier, Roy...

when your thumb

was in the vise.

You'll never make it

out of Wichita.

Correct me if I'm wrong, but

did I not warn that a**hole...

to shut the f*** up?

You told him.

You got one chance, Arglist...

That's right. I told him.

Take the wheel.

...and that's me.

Take the f***ing wheel!

Think about it!

F***ing a**hole.

Well, I guess

that was the head end, huh?

Where's the thumb?

The thumb,

where's the thumb?

Thank you, sir.

There she is.

It's kind of beautiful

out here, huh?

All right, give her a shove.

Well, come on. Open the f***ing door

and help me with this goddamn thing.

What do you think

we're here for? Come on.

Jesus.

Hang on! It's caught.

Okay.

Okay.

Now toss it over.

Come on.

For f***'s sake, Charlie,

come on.

F***, this is heavy.

It says, "Keep off. "

All right, ready?

Let's go.

Think I'd rather push.

Okay, f***ing push.

I don't give a sh*t.

You're in the way, Charlie.

Okay, let's go. Ready?

Yeah.

It's falling apart.

You know what?

Put it up on its end.

Just shove it up.

I mean, it's as deep here

as it is any place else.

Just throw

the f***ing thing over.

Vic.

God damn it, Roy. That was just

blind f***ing luck, you a**hole.

Give me a hand, Arglist.

I'm all stiff.

Now, as promised.

Well, Roy, the good news is,

you're out of the trunk.

The bad news is, you're

down four quarts of blood...

and your gun's empty.

I'm going to kill you anyway.

Here, hold this.

That's an unrealistic goal,

Roy.

You're dead, Roy.

Don't just stand there

pretending you're not.

Jesus Christ, Charlie!

Throw me a rope or something.

I can't swim!

I'm thinking, no.

You were gonna kill me,

right, Vic? You a**hole!

Jesus, you're stupid!

All right, that's it!

F*** you!

Look, okay, I'm sorry!

Charlie, I'm sorry!

I'm going to throw

the gun away! Look!

Oh, God, you have no idea

how cold this water is.

Charlie.

So long, Vic.

Don't you want to know

where the money is?

I know where the money is. It's

in the back seat of the Benz.

Not a chance! Not a chance.

I'm done talking to you, Vic.

I'm through listening to you.

If you don't believe me,

look for yourself!

Only hurry! Hurry!

I can't feel my legs!

I'm dying here! I'm dying!

Charlie! God damn it!

I know what I did was wrong!

But, Jesus! F***!

I'm shot, Charlie.

I can't pull myself up!

Please. Please.

Our Father, who art in heaven,

hallowed be his name, because...

We are kingdom come,

and will be done...

and give us every day...

our bread,

because we gotta eat...

Charlie, is that you? Charlie!

I knew it. I knew it.

You're a good man, Charlie.

You're a good man.

Vic, I wouldn't want you

to die alone.

No! No.

No!

Vic! Vic, hold on!

Hold on, Vic.

Is that all?

Yeah.

Stocking stuffers.

Big spender.

Do you have any kids?

No.

Then shut the f*** up.

Bag it.

Hello. Charlie?

Renata.

I'd just about given up.

I f***ed up.

Vic's dead.

What about Roy Gelles?

He's dead, too.

Why don't you come over?

I'll wait here for you.

The front door's open.

No. I don't see the point.

I mean...

I don't have the money.

Vic died before he told me

where it was.

You know what?

Money isn't everything.

Excuse me?

You know what I said before?

It's true, isn't it?

You're in love with me.

Yeah.

Sure. I guess.

I've still got to ask you

something.

What?

I don't have it yet.

I'm sorry.

But you're coming over?

Yeah. Sure.

See you.

Take me with you, man.

Oh, f***.

Jesus, Pete.

No, I mean it.

Take me with you, buddy.

I can't do my life, man.

I can't do it.

Just get some rest.

I hate myself.

I want a new life.

You don't want mine.

I really do.

I'm in trouble.

I'm in big f***ing trouble.

But that'd be great.

Don't you see?

We go out in a blaze of glory.

Like men.

Like men, Charlie.

No goddamn life left

for men anymore.

Not here.

This country, all that's left

for men is money and p*ssy.

But together,

you and me together...

Don't you think?

Come on. Hurry up.

Bill Guerrard

is around here somewhere.

Oh.

Yeah, "Oh. "

Where is he?

Oh.

Hide behind the door and

shoot him when he comes in.

You don't happen to have

any bullets for this, do you?

Shotgun behind the bar.

"As Wichita falls...

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