Wild Things 2 Page #4

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Bobby who?

Her father.

Probably. You never can tell.

Hung around here

when he wasn't doing time.

Died on the business end of a pig

sticker in Tallahassee a year back.

Really sorry to hear that.

You wouldn't happen to know

where he would be buried?

County dumped his box in the ground

out at Sapienza Hill.

Sapienza Hill.

-Hello?

-F***ing Julian.

Maya, what's wrong?

He's losing it. That insurance

investigator's nosing around...

...and Julian can't take

the f***ing heat.

He wouldn't do anything stupid,

would he?

Abso-f***ing-lutely.

We gotta deal with him.

What do you mean, ''deal with him''?

What do you think?

We never planned on cutting him in.

Let's think about this

before we do anything.

Don't think, Brit.

Just sit there and look pretty,

and we'll be together forever.

Papa King.

All right, Miss King, if we can get

your signature here.

And...

...here.

All right.

All right?

We're finished here.

That's it?

Seventy million dollars.

Seventy f***ing million dollars!

Yes!

Sixty-nine million, 427 thousand,

to be exact.

Now, you're sure you don't wanna

transfer this to an account?

No, thank you.

A company check will do just fine.

-Hello?

-lt's done.

Seventy million big ones.

l got the check in my hand.

All right. All right, calm down.

We still got sh*t to do.

We meet Julian at midnight.

You know where.

l've been thinking about this--

No. No, you're not.

We stick to the plan.

Damn it.

So you have something

to hide after all, huh?

Maya?

Maya?

Look, don't f*** around

with me right now, please.

Maya?

Sh*t! What the f*** is wrong

with you?

Glad you could make it, Brit.

Let's go.

You're such a puss.

Remember when we came here

with Andy and his brother Ross?

We need to talk.

He does not deserve this.

-The plan's a mistake.

-No, it's not.

-Knock it off.

-Did l scare you? Oh, pumpkin.

-What is wrong with you?

-lt's not gonna bite you.

Come on. Let me show you something.

Let me show you...

...how to use it.

Come on, put your hand on it.

Hold on to that and open it up.

Good.

Now, l want you to...

...gently put them in.

Slowly.

Slide them all the way down.

That's it.

Slowly.

Then close it up.

And raise it all the way up.

Now, all you have to do...

-...is squeeze.

-Can l join in?

F***!

-Maya!

-F***!

Maya!

No! No! Don't do this!

lt's already done!

Now, go find his junkie ass.

l'm gonna double back.

Julian! l don't want to hurt you.

Please, come out and let me explain.

Come on, Julian.

We just want to talk.

Julian?

Julian, it doesn't have

to end this way.

How did you think it was going

to end, huh?

With all of us living together happily?

Moving to Utah, raising chickens?

No.

lt's gonna be me or you.

B*tch.

Hold this.

Hold it!

We're never gonna get away

with this.

Think happy thoughts, Brit.

-Well, where are we gonna take him?

-Where do you think?

No.

No, not there.

They never found your mom,

did they?

Her suicide inspires

our perfect murder.

At least she didn't die in vain.

-Where's Dr. Haynes?

-He called in sick today.

Oh, really?

So, what would it take

to see Niles Dunlap's body?

A miracle. Mr. Dunlap's body was

released for cremation this afternoon.

On whose authority?

His daughter, Maya King.

Of course.

Of course.

What's Dr. Haynes' home address?

Brittney, grab a leg.

We gotta get him in the water.

Come on. Brittney!

-Sh*t.

-Come on, let's go.

-Holy sh*t!

-Oh, sh*t.

Oh, my God, we are f***ed!

We are f***ed!

-What are we gonna do?

-Calm down, Brittney!

Pull yourself together.

Take care of that thing.

l'll stall him.

Hi.

What in God's name

are you doing out here?

-Don't you know Gator Alley ain't safe?

-Yeah.

l was just out here

with some friends...

...and they kind of ditched me.

So l tried to start my car.

lt wouldn't start.

Just making my way back to town.

Town?

Little lady, town is

in the opposite direction.

What the hell was that?

l didn't hear anything.

All right, missy, you get

in the back seat of the car.

Come on, get in the back seat

of the car. Move! Now!

Maybe you could just give me

a jump.

Fine.

Sh*t.

Where are you?

That was so f***ing close.

lt's done.

F***ing better be.

Meet me at Julian's.

Sh*t. Sh*t.

Dr. Haynes?

Dr. Haynes?

Bridge, Bridge, Bridge.

This had better be good.

How'd you like a murder case

wrapped up nice...

...handed to you on a plate?

Murder, huh?

-Who?

-Dr. Julian Haynes.

Yeah?

You okay?

You sure? You were kind of

freaking me out last night.

l'm sure.

Fine. We're on for tonight.

Make sure you're ready.

Yeah, l already checked.

Nothing over here.

How long do you want us to stay

out here?

-There ain't nothing down here.

-Pack it up.

We're out of here.

Motherf***er.

You got any idea what this bullshit

cost the department today, huh?

What about Julian's body?

They killed him. He's in there.

The only thing in that swamp

is my f***ing reputation.

Maybe the gators pinned him

under a log.

-l'm sure if--

-Sure what?

That my boss is gonna have my head

because of your bullshit?

You're done.

l'll make sure of it.

Now, get the f*** out of my county.

You eat well last night?

Well, l hope you had

a great f***ing meal!

Because it cost me

my goddamn job!

This f***ing sucks!

lt sucks.

The melaleuca sucks

everything around it.

F***.

Come on, come on.

Sh*t.

Brit!

-Brittney, come on, we gotta go.

-We can't go.

-Why not?

-l'm why not.

l need some more ice.

l gotta admit...

...it was a cool plan.

l'll give you that.

Using those pesky cellar rats

to take Niles' plane down...

...making it look like a Cuban hit.

Smart.

But not smart enough.

l called some local exterminators...

...and l found out all about Miss

Havers' well-documented rat problem.

And then, there's the little matter...

...of digging up

Maya's rotting father...

...and getting the coroner

to switch the bodies. Very sexy.

You didn't think about the fresh soil

you leave behind...

...digging up a body that's been buried

for a full year.

Not sexy.

And last, but not least...

...there's the junkie coroner.

Dear old Julian.

Now, that was a tough one.

What the f***

are you talking about?

What am l talking about?

l'm talking about a beautiful tree...

...that does nothing but suck

up everything around it...

...till nothing's left.

And those roots, well,

they take in anything.

Even blood.

What do you want?

l want half the money.

-F*** you!

-Bad choice.

Detective Morrison, please.

Yes, l'll hold.

Fine. F***! Fine!

You're in, okay?

Half the insurance money.

l think not.

l want half the score.

Thirty-five million.

Or Morrison will have

the easiest murder case ever.

Detective Morrison, Terence Bridge.

How you doing?

All right!

Half.

l just wanted to apologize

for this afternoon.

See you on the back nine.

No.

l'm not giving up my half.

Brittney. Brittney!

F***.

l'll take care of her.

So how long you been

in the insurance business?

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