Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri Page #5
Which is good.
Aquafresh. Trick I learned.
Women, huh?
It's still your turn to clean the
horseshit outta the stable, y'know?
Those f***ing horses!
They're your f***ing horses! I'm gonna
have those f***ing horses shot!
I'll do it,
you lazy b*tch.
Thank you, poppa.
That was a real nice day.
And that was a real nice f***.
You got a real nice cock, Mr. Willoughby.
Is that from a play,
You got a real nice cock, Mr. Willoughby?
I think.
I heard it in a Shakespeare one time.
You dummy.
It's Oscar Wilde.
"Oscar Wilde."
My darling Anne.
There's a longer letter
in the dresser drawer
I've been writing for the last week or so.
That one covers us,
and my memories of us,
and how much I've always loved you.
This one just covers tonight,
and, more importantly, today.
Tonight I have gone out
to the horses to end it.
I cannot say sorry for the act itself,
although I know that for a short
time you will be angry at me
or even hate me for it.
Please don't.
This is not a case of
I came in this world alone,
and I'm going out of it alone
or anything dumb like that.
I did not come in this world
alone, my mom was there,
and I am not going out of it alone,
cos you are there,
drunk on the couch,
making Oscar Wilde cock jokes.
No. This is a case,
in some senses, of bravery.
Not the bravery of facing a bullet down;
the next few months of
pain would be far harder
than that small flash.
No, it's the bravery of weighing up
the next few months of
still being with you,
still waking up with you,
of playing with the kids,
against the next few months
of seeing in your eyes
how much my pain is killing you;
how my weakened body as it ebbs away
and you tend to it are your final
I won't have that.
will be us at the riverside,
and that dumb fishing game
which I think they cheated at,
and me inside of you, and you on top of me,
of the darkness yet to come.
That was the best, Anne.
A whole day of not thinking about it.
Dwell on this day, baby,
cos it was the best day of my life.
Kiss the girls for me,
and know that I've always loved you,
and maybe I'll see you again
if there's another place.
And if there ain't,
well, it's been Heaven knowing you.
Your boy...
...Bill.
What the Hell's going on around here?
What?
Can you stand now?
I can stand
I'd better get out there,
say something to 'em.
You ain't gonna faint again, are ya?
I know... that the best thing,
the only thing,
to honor that man's memory right now,
is to go to work.
Is to be a
good cop.
Is to walk in his shoes.
Is to do what he did,
every day of his life.
Help people.
What the hell is going on?
Where are you going?
You f***ing pig!
What the f*** are you doing?!
Shut up!
See, Red?
I got issues with white folks too...
The f*** are you looking at?
Reports, sadly, have come in overnight,
of Ebbing, Missouri,
took his own life early this morning
in the grounds of his home.
This report just in from
Gabriella Forrester.
Tragedy came calling today
outside of Ebbing, Missouri;
a home belonging to Chief
William Willoughby,
his wife, Anne, their two
young daughters, Polly and Jane.
What appears to be a
self-inflicted gunshot wound
brought life to an end
for Chief Willoughby,
a man highly respected in Ebbing
for his diligence and his
service to the community,
What led him to take his life in
the early hours of this morning
it is too early to speculate;
there were rumors of illness;
could it simply have been
the pressure of the job;
or could it have something to do with a
story we ran here just two weeks ago,
of these billboards,
and the woman who put them there,
...Mildred Hayes.
Don't. Don't.
Hey there.
Do you know who threw that can?
What can?
How about you, sweetheart?
Do you know who threw that can?
Uh, no, I didn't really see...
Thank you mom.
And what can I do for you today, Sir?
What's your name?
Name's on my tag, man.
You hard of reading?
Hard of reading
no, no. That's good, hard of reading.
It's kind of like hard of hearing,
but it's actually it's hard of reading',
it's like a play on words or something huh.
What do you want?
Uh, I've been sent down
to uh, take over from.
Chief Willoughby, in light of
last night's unfortunate event.
You have got to be f***ing kidding me!
Do you have any documentation
to prove that, Sir?
documentation, f***er?
Yeah, see his documentation!
Should make him show it to you.
None of you cracker motherfuckers
got no work to do?
Ain't that racialist?
What happened to your hands, Officer Dixon?
Oh, I just kinda
banged 'em up a little
bit while I was throwing
some guy out of a f***ing window.
Y'know,
the usual.
- Oh yeah?
that one at the Academy.
Which f***ing Academy you go to?
How's things coming along on the 'Mind
your own f***ing business' case?
How things coming along on the
hand me your gun and your badge?
- Huh?
- Hand me your gun and your badge.
Sh*t.
I can't find my badge.
No, seriously. Maybe I lost it
or dropped it when I was
doing the window guy?
Just get out of my station house, man.
What's going on?
I think I just got fired.
Fired or suspended, I'm not sure which...
Fired.
Anything I can help you
with, just gimme a holler.
Give Mildred Hayes
a holler.
Okay.
You know me?
Only from the TV,
and the radio.
How much these here 'Welcome
to Missouri' rabbits go for?
Seven bucks.
It's writ right on 'em.
Guess he ain't seven bucks now.
Why'd you coming here for?
What did I come in here for?
Well, maybe I'm a good friend of
Willoughby's, how about that?
Are you?
Or, y'know...
maybe I was a friend of your
daughter's or something.
How about that?
Were you?
Or, uh,
y'know, maybe I was the guy who
f***ed her while she was dying?
How about that?
Were you?
No.
I would've liked to.
I saw her picture in the paper there.
Saved by the bell, huh?
You owe me seven f***ing
dollars for the rabbit.
Guess you'll have to get it off me next
time I'm passing through, huh Mildred?
I guess I will.
You don't know how glad I am to see you.
- What?!
- That guy was trying to scare me.
I wouldn't have said you scare easy.
I ain't the worst.
What can I do for you, ma'am?
My husband left this for you before he
shot himself in the head last night.
- I'm sorry, Mrs. Willoughby...
- Are you?
Are you really?
Sure I am.
Surely it's the perfect
ending for you, isn't it?
It's proof
that they've been successful,
these billboards
of yours, isn't it,
a dead policeman?
It's quantifiable now.
- Are you blaming this on me?
- no
I'm not blaming this on you. I
just came to give you the letter.
Now, my two little girls
are out in the car,
so I'd better not stay and chat.
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