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GRACE:

Oh no! Oh please forgive me, Papa!

JAKE:

You broke her heart! You broke your Mama's

heart. You stole me! That's right. F*** it

away. But it ain't ever goin' away, cause

your Mama -- she's like a hungry ghost

baby, she won't go away, she won't leave ya

alone.

GRACE:

No! No! Please!

He hits her. Harder.

In a strange flashback of his mind, he now sees Grace's MAMA

beneath him, receiving his punishment.

He stops, abruptly. He can't go on. Fear coming into his eyes.

He starts to whimper, begging for his punishment and/or

forgiveness.

JAKE:

Oh baby, I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry...

(he starts to cry)

I didn't mean to hurt you so bad. It

just...got away...

He drops down, burying his face between Grace's legs.

JAKE:

Forgive me, baby, forgive me!

He hides there from the world that he has created, crying to

himself.

Grace has an unreadable expression, but that's certainly not a

new occurrence in their strange relationship.

INT. MCKENNA HOUSE/BACKDOOR - NIGHT

The knob of the backdoor twists and the door opens. BOBBY slips

quickly through the space and into the house quietly closing the

door behind him. It is nearly pitch dark, and he has no

bearings. He steps gingerly through the hall, but in the

darkness he bumps into a table nearly knocking over a lamp only

to catch it just before it crashes into the floor.

INT. MCKENNA HOUSE/BEDROOM - SIMULTANEOUS

JAKE hears the noise. He raises his head and c*cks an ear to

the air. She knows who it is, and is concerned; he's too early.

GRACE:

What's the matter?

JAKE:

You didn't hear something?

GRACE:

Yeah, I heard a key slapping against my

ass.

JAKE:

There's someone in the house.

GRACE (nervous)

Maybe...maybe the wind blew something over

(encouraging him to continue). Come on

baby, keep going.

Jake climbs out of bed, throwing on some pants, reaching into a

drawer in the chest of clothes, pulling out a small dark

metallic OBJECT.

GRACE (realizing)

What's that? Jake -- where's you get that?

JAKE:

Relax baby. Stay here.

He goes to the door. She follows, tries to block the door.

GRACE:

Jake, don't go out there. Call the sheriff.

JAKE:

Shhhh! Just like your Mama, always scared

of things...

He maneuvers her aside and slips out the door into the corridor.

INT. LIVING ROOM/MCKENNA HOUSE - SIMULTANEOUS

Crowbar in one hand, BOBBY makes his way slowly through the

living room, banging against the edge of a table. He hops

silently in pain, then waits at the door to the next room and

listens. Hearing nothing he slowly pokes his head into the

darkness. A moment later Bobby backs from the door and we see

the barrel of his own black .9mm BARETTA pressed against his

forehead. JAKE appears now, backing him into the living room.

He switches on a LAMP.

JAKE:

Well, well. As I live and breathe. I

didn't expect to be seeing the like of you

again. Thought you'd be long on your way

by now.

Jake continues to press the gun to Bobby's head.

BOBBY:

That's my gun...(then) That f***ing

Darrell!

JAKE:

I like Darrell. He may be an idiot, but

he's my half brother. We own Harlin's

together, yeah, that little redneck manages

to get paid no matter how things work out.

BOBBY (realizing)

You been workin' me the whole time.

JAKE:

I guess this is what they call "ironee"?

Hunh?

BOBBY:

It's not what you think, Jake.

JAKE:

No, but it don't matter anyway when you're

lying there with your brains all over my

carpet and I'm telling Sheriff Potter about

this drifter, didn't have enough money to

fix his car. And Darrell happened to find

his gun, and through maybe this drifter

heard old Jake got some money stashed away,

and figgered he might try to break in and

steal it!

BOBBY:

Wait a minute. Just listen to me...

JAKE:

...And he thought he'd clock old Jake

McKenna and turn his brains into wall

paper...and then maybe borrow $200 or

$20,000, or $200,000...

BOBBY (very serious)

That's not the reason I'm here, Jake.

JAKE:

There's another reason? It better be good.

INT. HALLWAY - SIMULTANEOUS

GRACE makes her way down the hall in a nightgown, and now hides

in shadow, listening.

BOBBY (V.O.)

I came for Grace.

JAKE (V.O.)

You came to take my wife from me?

INT. LIVING ROOM - SIMULTANEOUS

BOBBY (sincere)

No. I came to kill her.

INT. HALLWAY

GRACE'S eyes get real narrow and angry.

JAKE (V.O.)

Shhh! Liar.

BOBBY (V.O.)

It's the truth, Jake.

INT. LIVING ROOM

JAKE:

That's a thick change of heart from this

afternoon.

BOBBY:

Maybe I don't like being played, like she

played us today. Maybe I don't like that

at all, Jake. I'm just pissed enough, maybe

I'll rip the neck off my own grandmother.

JAKE:

You have a lot of talk in you, whole lot of

talk.

BOBBY:

Damn it, Jake. There is a guy coming to

kill me, and if it comes down to me or

Grace, then I pick Grace. You were going

to give me thirteen-thousand. Give me

two-hundred. I'll kill her and dump the

body where no one will ever find it. She

showed me the perfect place. There won't be

enough left for an autopsy. But I need the

the money. I've got to have the money.

Jake is silent. He takes his time thinking. Finally:

JAKE:

She's in the bedroom.

INT. HALLWAY

GRACE, distressed, starts backing off towards the bedroom.

INT. LIVING ROOM

BOBBY stares at the automatic in JAKE's hand.

BOBBY:

Wanna give me my gun?

Jake laughs, a "don't even think about it" look.

JAKE:

A strangling'll do just fine. Go to work.

Bobby holds up his eight fingers with a "you try" look. Jake

shrugs. Bobby points to the crowbar on the carpet.

BOBBY:

How 'bout the pipe?

JAKE (sarcastic)

She's got a slender neck.

Bobby turns and walks towards the bedroom. Jake follows into an

adjoining room.

JAKE:

Hold on a second! Come here!

Bobby turns to Jake, who is suddenly extremely upset.

JAKE:

How the hell did you know where the

bedroom's at?

BOBBY:

What are you talking about!

JAKE (getting closer)

This morning when I came in on you and

Grace, you swore you hadn't been near the

bedroom. Now you make straight for it.

INT. HALLWAY

GRACE returns to listen. This thing is like a seesaw battle of

wills.

BOBBY (V.O.)

Come on, Jake --

JAKE (V.O.)

Don't Jake me boy! It's a big house. You

probably didn't even make it out to the

desert this afternoon...

INT. LIVING ROOM

JAKE has come right up on BOBBY in a rage.

JAKE:

...Or did you just ply the afternoon away

between my sheets putting your lips all

over her, you little horndog...

BOBBY (changing tactics)

What difference does it make if I slept

with her? We're gonna kill her.

JAKE:

You're right! I don't give a damn about

her. But killing her's one thing. F***ing

her behind my back, that's another!

Suddenly Jake swings his arm, clipping Bobby across the side of

the head with the pistol and opening another bloody gash.

Bobby crumbles to his knees, crying out.

Jake suddenly grabs Bobby by the hair, forcing his face back and

smearing his lips with his own in a vengeful kiss. The blood

from Bobby's wound runs down to his lips and mixes with Jake's

lips.

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