Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri Page #7

Hey man?

You doing okay? Jeez,

you got burned up pretty bad.

You'll be okay though.

You want a glass of orange juice?

I got a straw somewhere...

Hey.

Don't cry.

You'll be okay.

I'm sorry, Welby.

- You know me?

- I'm sorry.

Sorry for what?

For throwing you out the window.

- I'm sorry man.

- I don't care.

And stop f***ing crying.

The salt'll just f*** up your wounds.

I thought salt was supposed

to be good for wounds.

Well what am I, a f***ing doctor?!

Who is it?

Oh you don't know me really.

Well what you want?

I come about the billboards.

What about 'em?

They got burned up.

I know that.

I'm one of the guys who put the

'em up in the first place.

Jerome.

What can I do for ya, Jerome?

Well, y'know, when you're putting

up a buncha posters like that,

just in case any of 'em

gets screwed up or torn,

they give ya a set of duplicates, y'know?

No, I didn't know that.

Ladder's pretty steady

as it is, there, James.

Oh, that's okay. I like holding ladders.

It takes me out of myself.

- Need a hand?

- Hey.

- When'd you get out?

- Hour ago.

Judge threw it out, said the arrest

report weren't filled out right.

Say, you.

Say, you didn't burn down

the police station, did ya?

No. She was with me the whole night.

- It's a long story.

- Okay.

- Okay.

- Hey.

Hey.

You sure you still wanna put up the

Willoughby one, him dead an' all?

Why not? He paid for it.

True.

Look, this f***ing a**hole.

Well, here we are

here we are.

I like cheesy things.

I'm gonna look for cheesy things.

Alright.

Who's that?

My ex-husband.

And his nineteen year old girlfriend.

- You wanna leave?

- No, no.

A deal's a deal.

It was f***ing wild, man,

I think I was certifiably f***ing

insane for a while back there.

When was this?

Bout nine, ten months ago.

- Were you on your own or what?

- No, had a couple buddies with me.

- Oh yeah?

- Yeah.

They f*** her too?

I think they got their kicks

just watching, you know.

- Uhuh. Yeah?

- Yeah.

Was she hot?

After the gasoline kicked in she was hot.

That's when I really

wanted to f*** her even more.

I don't know if I could get that out.

I ain't going down for that sh*t,

last f***ing day down there...

He been there the whole time?

Who?

Burnt-face-Jake. Keeps

f***ing walking up and down.

I don't know. I don't think so.

- Another round.

- Yeah.

Eight bucks.

Maestro.

Can I help you with something, man?

Excuse Me?

You've been looking over

here all f***ing night,

now, unless you got

something to say to me,

why don't you take your burnt f***ing

face and get the f*** outta here, okay?

What are you doing?

- What are you doing?

- Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait...

Just trust me, okay?

You like magic?

- Just trust me...

- Just do the f***ing trick.

Okay.

What the f***?

Hey.

Hey!

- Hey! That's enough now!

- What's it to ya, f***er?

- The guy's a cop man! He's a cop!

- The guy's a cop man! He's a cop!

He ain't wearing no badge.

I lost my badge.

I can't remember where I lost it.

You started this, man!

I didn't do sh*t to you.

I know I started it. I

scratched you up like a b*tch.

That's exactly f***ing right...

Gotta use the little boys' room.

- You got something to say to me?

- You got something to say to me?

Doesn't shitgirl have a curfew weeknights?

No, no, in fact I was actually gonna

take her to the circus later,

but there's no need now. Does he juggle?

Look I'm having one dinner with the

guy cos he did me a favor, okay?

You don't have to explain

yourself to me cos

you're having dinner

with a midget, Mildred.

- I'm not explaining myself to you.

- You kinda are.

Look, I didn't come over

to break your balls,

you can date as many midgets as you want.

No,

I came over to say I was sorry, actually.

Sorry for what?

I'm sorry about what happened

to your billboards an' all.

Yeah well,

that's all water under the bridge now, I guess.

- Good

I'm glad. I was pretty drunk,

but it still don't excuse it.

All this anger, man,

Penelope said to me the other day,

it just begets greater anger,

y'know?

And it's true.

Penelope said 'Begets'?

Yeah,

'It begets greater anger'.

You take care of this

little lady, okay sport?

Big lady, compared to you, right?

- You alright?

- I think I'd like to go home now.

Don't gimme any sh*t, James? We can

do this another time, alright?

Why would I wanna do this another time?

You've been

embarrassed to be here

ever since we arrived.

- Oh for Christ's sakes,

I didn't force you to come on this date,

alright? You forced me.

Forced you?

I asked you on a date.

Wow! Well, y'know,

I know

I ain't much of a catch, okay?

I know I'm a dwarf who sells used cars

and has a drinking problem, I know that.

But who the hell are you, man?

You're that Billboard Lady

who never ever smiles,

who never has a good word

to say about anybody,

and who, in the evening times, SETS

F***ING FIRE TO POLICE STATIONS!

And I'M the one who's not a catch?!

Hey!

Y'know I didn't have to

come and hold your ladder!

Now don't make a scene.

Did you really tell him

Anger begets greater anger?

Oh! Yes!

I did! I didn't make it up myself though.

I can't claim that! No, I

read it on a bookmark.

Which was in a book I was reading.

About polio.

Polo. No, which is the one

with the horses? Polio?

- Polo?

- Polo.

Be nice to her, Charlie.

You got that?

Jason!

Just leave me, don't look at me, Momma.

You..

No! Do not!

Don't.

Open up this door!

Please, Jason.

I'll help you.

Please, open the door.

Please.

Please.

Please.

Please, open the door.

Open up!

Jason!

I'm alright, Momma.

It's all gonna be alright.

I don't wanna get your hopes up,

alright, but there's a guy,

and I think he might be the guy.

I got his DNA.

I got a lot of it, actually.

They're making the checks as we speak.

- He's in jail?

No, but he ain't gonna be hard to find.

Why do you think he's the guy?

I heard him talking about

something that he did to a girl

in the middle of last year.

I couldn't hear all of it, but

it sounded a lot like

what happened to Angela.

Then he beat the crap outta me.

But cos of that

I got a bunch of his DNA.

So I wanted

to let you know sooner rather than later. I

didn't want you to give up hope, y'know?

I've been trying not to.

Well, all you can do is

try, as my Momma says.

Not so much about hope as about...

well, I didn't used to be

very good at English at school,

so it was more All you can do is try...

to not be so crap at English.

Cos you need English, really,

if you wanna be a cop.

If you wanna be anything.

Really.

Unless you live in Mexico or something.

But who wants that?

Hey, Dixon.

Thank you!

You did good, Jason.

You did real good.

But he wasn't the guy.

What?

There was no match to the DNA,

no matches to any other

crimes of this nature,

to any crimes at all, in fact.

And his record is clean.

Maybe he was just bragging.

He wasn't just bragging.

Well, that's as may be. But

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