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BOBBY:

I hope so. (beat) Listen, McKenna about

your wife:
If I had known she was

married--

JAKE:

It wouldn't have made a difference to you,

now would it? Not a wit. Do you know why?

Because you're a man without scruples.

BOBBY:

Wait a second--

JAKE:

Ah, I can smell it on you.

Jake wipes his hand across the back of Bobby's neck and holds it

to his nose.

BOBBY:

Hey!

JAKE:

That's the sweat of a man who hasn't an

honest bone in his body. Don't be

offended, lad. A man who's got no ethics

is a free man. I envy that. Beside, how

can I blame you? That Grace sure has a

mind of her own, and a body to match, don't

she? Eh?

Jake nudges Bobby who smiles a nervous smile.

JAKE:

She does at that. I knew when I married

her she was a free spirit. A woman with

her looks and a man my age; what was I to

expect? But you see a woman like that in a

town like this and you don't think, you do.

So, I married her. What are you to do, eh?

Women.

BOBBY:

Can't live with them, and you can't shoot

'em.

Jake looks at Bobby, his lips curled into a sly smile.

JAKE:

"You can't shoot 'em!" I like that.

(laughs) I bet she led you on good, didn't

she? Taking you up to the house to hang

drapes. Oh that's a good one. Bet she had

you hard as a rock wiggling her ass in your

face. I bet you just wanted to pull down

her pants and hog her out. Then me busting

in like some wild bear. Ha! Bet you had a

fire going under you.

BOBBY:

Like you don't know.

JAKE:

Mad like a dog in heat, I bet you were. I

can tell you got a temper on you.

Bobby gives a little laugh.

JAKE:

Bet you just wanted to snap her neck right

then, didn't you? Bet you just wanted to

kill her.

Bobby starts to laugh heartily. Jake joins in, then stops

abruptly.

JAKE:

Would you?

BOBBY:

Would I what?

JAKE:

Would you kill her?

Bobby starts to laugh. Bobby stops laughing.

JAKE:

Because I'm sick and tired of her little

games. Because you could do it and drift

away on your boat and no one would ever see

you again. Because I've got a

fifty-thousand dollar life insurance policy

on her, and I would be more than happy to

give the man who does her in a good chunk

of it.

For a moment Bobby sits in silence not sure of what to make of

the offer.

BOBBY:

I've done a few things but I'm not a

murderer, Mr. McKenna.

JAKE:

How do you know if you've never tried?

BOBBY:

This is a joke, right? You just want to

rattle me. Right?

They reach town and Jake stops the car near a small GROCERY

STORE.

JAKE:

That's right. Nothing but a joke. That's

all.

Bobby gets out of the car. With a big smile Jake says:

JAKE:

Enjoy your stay, lad.

Jake speeds away. Bobby looks after him.

BOBBY:

Who are these people?

INT. SMALL GROCERY STORE - LATER

The store is small and dark and empty save for a tiny, older

Mexican WOMAN who is behind the counter. BOBBY enters.

BOBBY:

Got any cold soda?

WOMAN:

Eh?

BOBBY:

Soda. You got any soda?

WOMAN:

Hablar slowly, por favor. My ingles no es

bien.

BOBBY:

Soda. You know.

Bobby cups his hand and brings it to his mouth pantomiming.

WOMAN:

Oh. Something to eat. Si.

She holds up a pack of Twinkies.

BOBBY:

Not eat. Drink. What the f*** is drink in

Spanish ... uh, agua?

The old woman's eyes widen. She starts to scream, but quickly

clamps her hands over her mouth. For a moment Bobby thinks the

woman is screaming at what he has said. Then, as if he feels a

presence behind him, Bobby turns slowly to face the TWO

tough-looking, unshaven, tattoo-covered BIKERS. One holds a

gun.

BIKER:

That's right, lady. Keep it in you and

nobody gets hurt. That goes for you too,

stud. Gimmie the money. Now!

WOMAN:

Eh?

SECOND BIKER:

The dinero, Senora. Hand it over.

Bobby shifts his weight trying to hide his pack behind his back.

The woman goes to an old-fashioned cash register and rings it

open. She hands the money to the biker.

BIKER:

That's it? Lady, I got kids to put through

school.

WOMAN:

Es all I have.

The biker turns to Bobby.

BIKER:

Okay, pal. Whatcha got? Give it, now.

Bobby pulls a thick wad of cash ($1,000 plus) from his pant

pocket, tosses it on the counter.

BIKER (thumbing through it, impressed)

Nice...Just who are you beautiful? What

else you got for papa?

Bobby makes a show of pulling out his wallet, flings it to him.

BIKER:

Better...you're getting tasty. Now toss the

bag, sweetie.

BOBBY:

It's just books.

BIKER:

I'm a reader. Toss it.

BOBBY (an entreaty)

It's personal things...family things.

BIKER:

How touching...I like family values. Give

it to me.

Bobby takes an unsteady breath.

BOBBY:

No.

BIKER:

No?

SECOND BIKER:

Hey man, forget it. Come on.

BIKER:

No?

WOMAN:

Senor, give him the bag.

BIKER:

That's all right. He doesn't want to give

me the bag...

SECOND BIKER:

He's f***ing with you man. Shoot him.

BIKER (cont'd)

...he doesn't have to give me the bag.

The biker grabs Bobby's bag. Bobby flinches in anticipation of a

shot but refuses to let go of the bag. The biker swings the gun

hard, clipping Bobby across the forehead. Bobby falls against

the counter and to the floor. The woman starts to scream. The

biker grabs up the pack, then, looking back at the woman, sees a

ring on her finger. He grabs her hand and pulls at the ring.

The woman screams wildly.

SECOND BIKER:

Let's go, man.

BIKER:

A little extra never hurt, Benji, would you

just relax.

WOMAN:

No! No! My wedding ring.

He pulls the ring from the woman's finger and pushes her back.

With Bobby's bag slung over his shoulder he turns to leave.

BIKER:

Now we go.

WOMAN:

You go to El Diablo!

From beneath the counter the woman pulls a shotgun. The woman

fires A SHOT that rips through the bag and into the back of the

biker. He falls to the ground, very dead, amid a shower of

blood and shredded money.

SECOND BIKER:

Bugger! You b*tch!

The Second Biker now sees the money floating all over the place

out of the torn bag. His eyes go big with greed as he FIRES at

the old woman, who ducks behind the counter.

The Biker grabs for the bag and what's left of the money, not

expecting the feisty old lady to pop up and unload her SECOND

BLAST into him and the bag.

Whatever was left of the money on the first round is now gone to

shreds along with the bag and the Biker who is very dead.

Bobby is staggered, crawls towards the shreds.

WOMAN (cursing in Spanish)

Hijos de puta. Bayan a comer su propia

mierda en el infierno. (TRANSLATION: Sons

of b*tches. Go eat your own sh*t in hell).

She comes around the counter to his side as he grabs his wallet

and the $1000 cash roll from the dead biker's pants.

WOMAN:

I call the sheriff.

BOBBY:

No! No police.

Bobby gives her a hundred dollars.

WOMAN:

A hundred dollars? No police?

Bobby gives her some more cash. She looks at him. Finally he

gives her the entire wad.

BOBBY:

No police until I leave.

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