Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri Page #4

it, I can see it's

inconvenient, I can hold

it, it's alright...

- It's the first door, down the hall.

- Are you sure? I feel like I'm

- intruding...

- Just go pee!

OK.

Look, you've said what you came to say.

Okay? Why don't ya just go get zoo girl and

get the hell out of my house? Alright?

Um, actually, zoo-wise,

they were letting people go

at the zoo, unfortunately,

and it was a case of Last

in, first out, so, yeah,

unfortunately the zoo had to let me go.

But they were looking for

people down at the horse-rides

for the disabled's, to look

after the horses down there,

so I'm working down there now,

looking after the disabled's horses,

Don't say a word.

I wasn't gonna say a word.

You don't think I don't wish

it had never happened?!

You don't think I don't

wish she was still here

I know you do.

I know you do.

Billboards ain't gonna

bring her back, Mildred.

Neither is f***ing nineteen

year olds, Charlie.

Yeah.

But I know that.

Just go.

Yeah, alright,

I'm such a shitty dad and you're

such a great mom. Alright.

So how come

a week before she died

she comes around asking

if she can move in

with me at my place,

cos she couldn't stand the two of

yous bitching at each other no more,

- and fighting with each other no more..

- I don't believe you...

And I said No, stay at

home, your mom loves you.

And now I wish I hadn't,

cos if I hadn't she'd

still f***ing be here!

- I don't believe you!

- Don't believe me.

Ask Fruit Loop boy.

Is it true?

I don't know, mom.

Yeah, you do.

Oh come on

Donald Sutherland again! What is this,

a freaking Donald Sutherland season?!

I like him.

I like his hair.

- Hair.

This is the one where his little girl dies.

Always a plus in a movie!

Talking of dead kids,

what's happening with the Billboard lady?

Oh that cooze won't listen to reason.

She's as tough as an old boot!

Oh. Why don't you just f*** her

over thru her friends then?

- Huh.

- Y'know,

why don't you f*** her friends over?

Bring her around out way.

Has she got some friends

you could f*** over?

Bastard.

Hey fuckhead?!

- What?

- Don't say 'What', Dixon,

when she comes in calling you a

fuckhead, and don't you come in here...

- Shut up!

- You! Get over here.

- No.

You get over here.

- Alright...

- What?! Don't... Dixon!

What?! I'm taking care of this!

- You do not allow a member of the public to

call you a fuckhead in the station house!

That's what I'm doing, I'm taking

care of it! In my own way. Actually.

Now get out of my ass! Mrs. Hayes.

Grab a seat.

What is it I can do for you today?

Where's Denise Watson?

- Denise Watson's in the Clank.

- On what charge?

- Possession.

- Of what?

Two marijuana cigarettes. Big ones.

- When's the bail hearing?

- I asked the Judge not to give her bail

on account of her previous marijuana

violations and the Judge said sure.

You f***ing prick.

You do not call an officer of the law

a f***ing prick in his own

station-house, Mrs. Hayes.

Or anywhere, actually.

What's with the new

hard-boiled attitude, Dixon?

Your momma been coaching ya?

No. My momma doesn't do that.

Take 'em down,

you hear me?

You did good, Dixon.

Yeah, I know I did.

Now, the rules here are twofold;

no kid

can leave this goddam

blanket at any goddam time,

and every single one of these

dolls and these teddy bears

has gotta be hooked up.

Now, your momma and I,

although it won't look like it, we'll

be watching every goddam move you make

and the most important thing

while we're watching you

is you do not leave this blanket.

The next most important thing is you do not

at any stage

allow the fishing rods to stick

into you or your sister's eyeballs,

as this would be counter-productive

to the entire operation.

What would this be?

Counterproductive

to the entire operation.

Then troops...

start fishing.

We. Are. Not.

We are.

Hey, baby.

Yeah!

Still no arrests.

How come, I wonder?

Cos there ain't no God

and the world's empty

and it don't matter what

we do to each other?

Ooh, I hope not.

How comes you came up here outta

nowhere, looking so pretty?

You ain't trying to make me believe in

reincarnation or something, are ya?

Well, you're pretty, but you ain't her.

She got killed,

and now she's dead forever.

I do thank you for coming up, though.

If I had some food I'd give it ya,

but I've only got some Doritos and It

might kill ya, they're kinda pointy.

Then where would we be?

Oh, Mildred.

Yeah, so I

uh, just happened to be looking

over our contract we drew up

back that time, and what I realized was,

I realized that although

payment is to be made

on the first day of each month,

the first payment you paid

was actually a deposit,

wasn't it, like we said, so actually,

in point of fact, you're actually

behind in your payments now, by,

yeah, a month.

Yeah. That's, uh,

what the contract says.

Looking it over an' all.

The lawyer says so too.

When do you need this next payment by, Red?

Uh, well, now, really.

Or... Fuh uh... Friday?

Wow.

When you can't trust the lawyers

and the advertising men,

what the hell's America coming to, huh?

Who got to ya Red?

Willoughby?

- Nobody got to me.

- My fat f***ing ass!

He's dying, Mildred.

We're all f***ing dying!

Red?

Oh, hi Pamela! Um, we're a

little bit busy, at the moment,

Pam, if that's okay...

Oh Red, I know, and I know

you were real anxious

about talking to Mrs. Hayes

this morning and all...

Anxious? No.

But that's the thing, there's no need

to be, cos you won't believe it!

A little Mexican delivery boy

just dropped in with this...

What the hell's this?!

- I know! It's five thousand dollars!

And guess what

the note says? It says it's to pay for

the rental on Mrs. Hayes's billboards!

Can you believe it? That's why I butted in!

- Well, who's it from?

- Well, it doesn't say.

Well, where's the delivery boy?

Well, he went.

- Well, did you see what

company he was from?

- Well, no.

- Well, what kinda uniform did he have on?

Well, he just looked like one of

those fat little Mexican boys.

On a bicycle?

Did I do something wrong?

- No, Pam, you did good.

Yeah, Pam, you did real good.

Did I? Great!

Ain't life crazy?

What's the note say Red?

Says, er,

This here money is to go towards the

fund for Mildred Hayes's billboards,

cos she ain't the only one

round here who hates the pigs.

Signed, a friend.

Jeez, I guess ya can't be picky who

your friends are these days, huh?

Um, I guess I'll be needing

a receipt off ya Red,

y'know, saying the price of next

month's is paid in full an' all.

Oh. Sure, Mildred, sure.

Yeah. Like, now.

Oh! Sure!

Is mommy drunk, daddy?

No, no, she's just got a

little migraine, that's all.

A little Chardonnay migraine,

now no more chit chat out of you two, ok?

Can we stay home from school

again tomorrow, daddy?

We'll see what your mommy says

in the morning, darling...

Aww!

Eyes close.

Then go to sleep, ok?

You don't smell of puke.

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