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GRACE:

He was a scumbag!... He wanted me, Bobby.

These guys don't let go! Even when they're

dead... (softer) You don't know what it was

like, Bobby. Those two, they were the same.

A silence. The oncoming road.

GRACE:

So, aren't you going to ask me?

BOBBY:

Ask you what? You mean what kind of

horrifying sick sh*t is coming next?

GRACE:

Don't you want to know...? I bet it's

burning a hole in your brain just now?

BOBBY:

Let it go, baby. It's the past. I got a

past...

GRACE:

Don't you really want to know? Was Jake my

Daddy? Was I f***ing my own Daddy? Don't

you want to know that?

BOBBY (shouting)

What do you want me to say!

She's yelling, emotionally out of control.

GRACE:

Yes! I was! I was f***ing Daddy! And I

married him!... I married him...okay?

She looks at Bobby, forces him to look at her. Finally:

BOBBY:

Why?

GRACE:

I don't know why!

She drops back in her seat. Tears come.

GRACE:

All I wanted was to be a kid... He took

that from me... They all did... (very

quietly, dangerously) They treated me like

meat. A piece of meat. F*** me. Blow me.

Bend over. Stick their fingers up my ass...

F*** them! F*** the whole town! They

deserved to die!

A pause.

BOBBY:

And us Grace? What do we deserve?

GRACE (crying quietly to herself)

"Nin chonk, nin chonk," my Mama used to say

in Apache. "Your worst is doing this to

you," she said, "your worst has killed

you." And "Be go tsee" -- "you will find

out the result of what you have done..."

Just when you think it's over, when you've

gotten away, it begins. Cause you never get

away.

Bobby stares straight ahead at the oncoming road. Can he still

love her? She seems to be reading his thoughts, like she said

she could.

GRACE:

It's easy to judge someone else when you

don't know nothing about it... I'm Apache,

Bobby. You don't eat what I eat. You don't

see what I see. Don't judge me.

A silence. Two former lovers in the dark of a car moving through

the strangeness of an Arizona desert at night.

BOBBY:

I don't want to think anymore.

GRACE (quietly)

Then drive...

The lights of the car fade until there is nothing but darkness.

THE SUN COMES UP:

EXT. CANYON - END SPOT - DAWN

In the vast reaches of a deserted canyon, where VULTURES circle

in a hot white sky, we find the MUSTANG parked at the edge of a

drop. We hear the SOUND of a body being dragged.

D.J. (V.O.)

...Nobody's sure where it was heading so

fast but the way it hit the semi, it won't

be getting home now! Hey area weather is

gonna be hot! Hot! Hot! Then cold! Cold!

Cold! Just like yesterday. Just like every

day. Some surprise, huh? So if you're

planning on anything, don't. You don't like

the weather, just wait one minute. Got any

brains, get up to Alaska and get yourself

some trailer park where you don't see no

desert for miles and miles...

BOBBY (over)

Right there... Drop it there. I got it.

BOBBY is giving GRACE instructions as they drop SHERIFF VIRGIL

POTTER'S corpse over a drop onto some rocks 30 yards below.

GRACE:

See ya, Virgil. God bless.

Bobby pushes him over, his hand hurting. The body crashes below.

It's hard work. They head back for the Mustang, to retrieve

JAKE'S body in the popped trunk. But Grace notices Bobby

glancing at the Baretta now tucked in her waist.

The silence is tense between them, the rocks and gravel

crunching under their shoes as they walk.

GRACE (indicates the gun)

Is this what's bothering you Bobby?

BOBBY:

No Grace, my hand's bothering me.

GRACE:

You think now that Jake's dead, there's all

that money there and I don't need you

anymore, and I might just sneak up behind

you sometime and...pop!

She pulls an imaginary trigger on Bobby, mimicking the recoil of

a gun. Bobby is nervous.

GRACE:

Don't you think I would've done it if I wanted

to? What can I do to make you relax, baby?

BOBBY:

You could give me my gun back.

Grace smiles.

GRACE:

Why don't we just finish what we started.

She stares down at Jake. She can't help feeling some old

feelings. As Bobby walks back to the front of the car, turns off

the annoying radio. He watches as she softly prays over Jake,

whose face is concealed by the blanket in which he is rolled.

GRACE (after a moment with Jake)

What do you think happens to someone's

spirit when they die?

BOBBY:

I think nothing happens. You're dead meat.

That's it.

GRACE:

You don't believe in anything do you,

Bobby?

BOBBY:

I believe in this moment, that's all. There

is nothing else.

(lifting Jake by the shoulder)

Come on. He must weigh 300 pounds.

Grace leans into the trunk to take his boots when he makes his

move, quickly, closing on her when she's off guard. He slams her

hard in the face, coldly sending her sprawling to the ground,

dazed.

He steps over her and grabs the gun in her waist, checks it.

She puts her hand to her mouth, feels the blood on her finger

tips. She looks at him and laughs a wild crazed laugh that cuts

into Bobby like a knife.

GRACE:

You hit me, Bobby? You hit a woman, you

motherf***er! Didn't your Momma ever teach

you anything...?

Her eyes go to the gun in his hand and she stops laughing. Her

calm is extraordinary, as if expecting to die.

GRACE:

Well?

For a moment, Bobby does nothing, then he slips the gun through

his belt.

BOBBY:

Well, nothing. We dump Jake, we split the

money, then you're on your own.

GRACE:

Don't leave me. I want to say with you,

Bobby.

BOBBY:

Why? So when the cops catch up with us you

can sell me out again?

GRACE:

I was just baiting him! Bobby, I had to

tell him that to get his guard down. Just

like you told Jake you was going to kill

me!

BOBBY:

You lied to me all along! Lies, all lies.

Your mother, your father, what story are

you on now? How come the town didn't know

you was his daughter?

GRACE (in pain)

Cause my Mom slept around. A lotta men!

Anybody could've been my father. But we

knew.

BOBBY (not listening)

Well you got what you wanted all along by

f***ing me. I wish you had told me the

goddamn truth in the first place!

GRACE (screws out)

I didn't want you to know! Don't you...

unnerstand?

Bobby's got a headache now. It's too much to understand, too

much talk. Too much history has taught him to doubt.

BOBBY:

When you're finished with me, I'm next! I

been there, baby. I been there with other

c*nts...sorry, not anymore. I'll take you

as far as California. If we can make that.

After that you're on your own. Try Mexico.

With all this bread, you can live like a

queen.

GRACE:

I don't want to go to Mexico, Bobby!

Please, I really want to be with you. Don't

blow this. Don't you think I care about

you?

BOBBY:

I think you're a lying, back-stabbing

psycho b*tch, and one day you'll kill me.

But it's nice to know you cared...

The expression on Grace's face changes as rapidly as the desert

weather, a coldness passing over and through her.

GRACE:

You don't know your own mind. It blocks

your heart.

Keeping a wary eye on Grace, Bobby starts hauling Jake out of

the trunk.

BOBBY:

Give me a hand.

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