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BOBBY:

...you could get me money. I'll get you

out of here.

She looks at him.

GRACE:

There's money. A lot.

The words hang there, thick between them.

BOBBY:

Where?

GRACE:

Jake hides it. In a safe. In the floor. In

the bedroom. He counts it. He loves to sit

there and count it.

BOBBY:

What do you mean?

GRACE:

At night. He just sits there and laughs and

talks to himself and counts it. I heard

him. My Mom told me he had a hunnert

thousand dollars down there. Maybe more.

Bobby's eyes widen in hope.

BOBBY:

In cash?

GRACE:

Oh yeah. There's nothing else with Jake. He

don't trust banks. He keeps the money in

the floor right under the bed. He loves it

so much, he wouldn't think of spending any

of it on me. I never seen it but I know

he's got more than a hunnert thousand at

least...

BOBBY:

One-hundred-thousand!? That son-of-a-b*tch.

GRACE (puzzled)

What do you mean?

BOBBY (ignoring her)

If it's in a safe we'd have to get the

combination--

GRACE:

It takes a key. He keeps it on himself all

the time. I mean all the time. It

scratches up against me when we do it.

BOBBY:

If the key's on him, how do we get the key?

GRACE:

Kill him.

Spoken almost innocently, it hangs there between them. A

silence.

BOBBY:

I can't kill, Grace. I can't kill anybody.

GRACE:

It's not like he's a young man, Bobby. He's

had time to live. It'd be quick. I mean, he

wouldn't even have to feel it...

(seductively) I mean, sometime in the

middle of the night, when it's quiet...when

he's asleep, you could just come up behind

him when he's pounding on me and...

Grace lays her hands on Bobby, starting to caress him. He

bristles and freezes with fear and disgust.

BOBBY:

Sh*t! Listen to you... Are you crazy,

Grace?

He abruptly pulls away.

BOBBY:

Jesus Christ! I think this place is making

me crazy. I was crazy to come back here and

see you. I'm crazy for listening to anyone

in this town, and I'd sure as hell be crazy

if I spent another minute with you.

Grace rises, covering her nakedness, shooting a hand to his

face, like she did when she read his fortune.

GRACE:

But it's in you, Bobby. I see it. I see

Death. It's in your heart. Let it out for

me. Let it out...

He's mesmerized. Then:

GRACE:

Do it for me, Bobby, you'll never regret

it. I promise you. I'll do anything for

you. Anything.

Bobby pauses, terribly torn.

BOBBY:

I...take me back to town...

He turns away, towards the jeep. Grace has a tone of desperation

in her voice.

GRACE:

You need the money, Bobby. It's a lot more

than $100,000. A lot more. How are you

going to get out of here? You need the

money. Whatever it takes, Bobby, remember?

Bobby walks past the jeep, on his way back to town alone.

GRACE:

Where you going? I'll give you the

ride...Come back! Bobby? It's three miles.

Bobby doesn't look back. Her eyes drift backwards into her

solitude.

GRACE (to herself)

Bobby?...Whatever it takes.

EXT. DESERT/ALONG THE ROAD - LATER DAY

BOBBY walks through the desert parallel to the road, still in a

rage. Desert insects produce a cacophony of drones, buzzes, and

clicks. A rattlesnake darts off a rock into the brush. A VOICE

whispers to him.

JAKE (V.O.)

You've got the killing in you, boy.

Bobby turns and looks around. Just desert. He continues.

JAKE (V.O.)

Next time you'll do just fine.

BOBBY:

No!

The screen burns a bright white.

EXT. STREET CORNER - DAY

In a news pot, further down the street from where he was first

seen, the old, BLIND MAN sits with his dead DOG, speaking as if

into camera, sipping on a Dr. Pepper.

BLIND MAN:

It's the desert that makes you crazy. The

loneliness out here. Nobody to talk to.

People on the run. Trailer parks. White

trash. I seen some peculiar things on a hot

day. I seen a scorpion sting itself to

death. It just keeps driving its tail into

its body again and again. A little killer

killing itself. Seen a coyote kill itself

too. Just kept on biting and tearing at

its own legs. Near tore one clean off

before it bled to death. And what a white

man'll do when it's freezing one moment,

hot as hell the next. A man could get

hisself killed just for rubbing shoulders

with another (smacking his lips) kiss kissy

kiss. Nice p*ssy y'see, see it coming. I

don't know what it is about the desert. I

figger it's sort of like putting a kettle

of water over a fire. People is mostly

water. We boil when it's hot. 'Cept when

we boil the water's got no place to go. It

just churns inside of us until we can cool

off. If it's not too late.

BOBBY is now revealed standing next to the blind man, and we

realize the blind man has been talking to him all along. Bobby

sips a Dr. Pepper as well.

BOBBY:

You sure seen a lot for a blind man.

BLIND MAN:

Just 'cause I ain't got eyes doesn't mean I

can't see.

BOBBY:

That a fact?

Bobby noticing now all the little NEWSPAPER CLIPPINGS that the

Blind Man keeps around him in a sort of inchoate stall.

BLIND MAN:

I can see just fine. For example: You're

a young man who thinks he's got someplace

to be.

A POLICE RADIO crackles, Bobby tensing.

BOBBY:

Maybe I do.

BLIND MAN:

Or maybe you just think you do. Just

another small town. One guy chasing you.

You go big town. Just gonna have four guys

after you instead. Kiss kissy kiss. It gets

down to one thing -- are you a human being

or are you one of those hungry ghosts out

there never satisfied with nothing? Cause

you gotta remember you can run just as far

as you can, but wherever you go, that's

where you gonna be.

BOBBY:

I think I've heard that before.

BLIND MAN:

What do you want for free?

BOBBY:

You sure got a lot of philosophy, old man.

BLIND MAN:

Seems like I do but only cause end of the

day we're all eyes in the same head. And

everything is everything.

BOBBY:

What?

BLIND MAN:

...And everything is nothing too.

BOBBY (shakes his head)

Maybe one day I'll get to sit on a corner

and spout wise.

BLIND MAN:

Think you'll live that long?

Bobby is clearly unnerved by this. Suddenly the blind man

stands, pissed and powerful, sniffing the air with the police

radio in it.

As SHERIFF POTTER cruises by, glancing at Bobby shrinking. The

car goes on up the street.

BLIND MAN:

Cocksucker motherf***er! Cops. I hear you.

Always sneaking around. Thinks I can't see

him. Well he's right. Motherf***er. But

that ain't mean I don't know what's going

on around here. They're all cursed. Yes

sir.

BOBBY:

Who's cursed?

BLIND MAN:

All them miners last century. Hungry

ghosts, killed off all the Indians. Up at

the mine. Earth ran red with blood, think

I'm fooling around here. White sky was on

fire. Grown men cried like babies. I saw a

flash, then darkness descended upon me.

They put me in the joint. Took my eyes. I

cursed them. White people can't seem to

stay away from Indians (grabs his bandaged

hand, smelling the blood). You gotta watch

where ya put your fingers. P*ssy p*ssy

p*ssy, Indian p*ssy.

It sounds demented. Bobby, checking him out to see if he's

really blind, walks quietly around him during this monologue and

peeks over his glasses trying to see the blind man's real eyes.

Although he thinks the Blind Man thinks he's on the other side

of him, the Blind Man fools him by suddenly swivelling around

and cranking a gob of spit into Bobby's face as if Bobby were on

the other side.

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