Wolf Mother Page #4

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- If it's the cops, I'm goin'

out the f***in' window.

(knocking)

(wooden smashing) (screaming)

- Where's the money?

Where's the money?

- On the table.

- You know they wanted me

to kill your useless c*nt.

You're no tater tot.

Hey.

Why don't you come outside

so we can play a little

game of hide and go seek?

What do you say?

(gunshots banging) (screaming)

You think it'd be okay if I

was to have one last lay

with your corpse, huh?

I promise it's gonna be so good

they're gonna be feelin' it

in the afterworld.

(knocking)

- Sir.

I'm the manager of this motel.

I have to ask you to be just

a little more considerate

with the noise.

- Mr. J., can't you see

what's happenin' here?

(gunshots banging)

(glass shattering)

(gunshots banging)

- [Ben Voiceover] I

bailed from the window.

I'd be lying if I said

it didn't eat me up.

Left her ass for dead.

She told me all about it.

The Swiss cheese face

of the motel manager

and her homemade bullet

holes in B*tches the pimpy.

What the woman didn't

tell me at the time

was she decided to pack the odd

couple to cover her tracks.

Sneaky little thing.

(phone ringing)

I wasn't prepared.

You just caught me off guard.

What are you gonna do?

- [Zelda] What's your

advice, pickpocket?

- [Ben] You know, I'm gettin'

pretty sick and tired

of you thinkin' I'm some

sort of a selfish prick.

- You f***in' left me

there, you coward.

(surf rock music)

Rape!

Get off of me.

- Shh, listen.

- Don't f***ing touch me.

- Listen, I'm broke and

I have nowhere to go.

- Oh please, explain why

I would give a f***.

- Because you're broke and

you have nowhere to go.

- I have cash.

Don't you pretend to know the

ins and outs of my sh*t.

- You listen to me, woman.

You agreed to meet me here, why?

'Cause you had to get the

weight of last night

off your shoulders.

Well, I got some

weight of my own.

He didn't die.

Don't get all freaky on me now.

I'm no cop killer.

That said, I shot a cop so

I'm good as bein' dead.

So whatever you're mixed up

in, you're not alone, okay?

At least you didn't shoot

an innocent person.

- Why are you telling me this?

- Why?

- Yeah.

- [Ben] You wanna know why?

- Yeah.

- I don't know why.

- Ever kill anyone?

- No, never.

What'd you do with the body?

- I left him there at the motel.

(laughing)

- You just left him.

The manager of the

hotel as well?

- Yeah.

(laughing)

- That's great.

That's f***in' perfect.

You little stutterin'

little thing you.

- I'm not stutterin'.

- No, no.

You can say we

bonded over pizza.

We also both confessed

to being losers

who couldn't even

take our own lives.

I knew she had more

baggage, but I didn't pry.

- That cop is eatin'

you up, isn't it?

That's why we can't pull

the trigger, you know.

If we leave the world with

that kind of baggage,

we fear what will be waitin'

for us on the other side.

I have a proposition.

We can't start this life over,

but we can do the

next best thing.

What if I told you I knew

of somethin' that would

allow us to feel human again,

and then we could rest in peace

by pullin' that trigger.

- You still have life left.

- I think we can find that

missin' Hollywood girl.

The kidnappers fled to

San Fran after the cops

raided their sh*t

the other night.

- Do you know these people?

- Only B*tches.

I know as much about the

others as anyone else.

- B*tches, the pimp you

made into Swiss cheese?

- Right, he used me as

kind of a side business.

I never met the rest of The

Band, but you best believe

they certainly know about me.

- The Band?

- Mm hm.

They call themselves The Band.

Some Manson wannabes.

They're killin' off

all the workin' girls

who show any signs

of pubic hair,

keepin' their girls

preteen across the board.

Probably figured little

movie star Kaitlin

would be big biz.

- Well, what makes you think

we could find these people?

- You have anything

else on your interary?

- But we don't even have wheels.

I left mine.

A Mustang.

Oh, Pimpy did well.

- There's this teen

gal up there, Jennie,

who I know works

closely with The Band.

She'll help.

She's a sweetheart who just got

wrapped up into their sh*t.

I've been tryin' to

get her ass straight,

but she has no

guidance to speak of.

She must know more, you know,

give us their whereabouts.

She'll be tight, so we're gonna

have to give her some cash

to get her to spit the

details, you know?

- My brother lives

in San Francisco.

- And?

- You just said that

they're killin'.

How do you know this Jennie

chick isn't rottin' already?

- I don't, but the

last time we spoke,

she gave me her address in

case I was ever up in the Bay.

May be a coincidence they

went there, may not.

- Well, we still have to

do bad before we do good,

so if we have to pay this

little San Fran teen bimbo...

- Cool it, okay?

She's chill.

As far as dough, we'll get jobs.

Both of us, just

outside of San Fran,

just until we have enough

cash to follow through

with the plan.

If we're gonna do this thing,

we have to do it legit.

Otherwise what's

the f***in' point?

- Listen, I just wanna

put this out there.

I see the way you been eyin' me.

So if we do this thing,

we're just partners.

That's it, okay?

- You're not serious.

- No, I'm just sayin'.

Let's say we find this

Jennie chick who helps us

find this actress

girl, then what?

- Then we accept forgiveness

from whoever it is

we're seekin' it from,

and we stop bein' pussies and

we blow our brains out, Ben.

- [Ben] You got a deal.

- Groovy.

Night is the time when

I write love songs to you

With the desert in my

mind, I can't see you

- [Lopez] And no resumes, huh?

- No, sir.

No, but we would

really love to work

at your wonderful

establishment here.

- [Lopez] Why?

- 'Cause.

- [Lopez] 'Cause?

- Well, sir, this is a

little embarrassing.

How do I say this?

Your establishment here has

a really special place

in our hearts really.

- You're kidding me, right?

- [Ben] No, actually...

- No, what he's tryin' to say.

Damn it, I'm sorry.

God, it's just so

emotional, man.

- Are you okay, Boo-boo?

- Huh?

- Well, you know, this is

very emotional for us really.

This whole thing here.

- Oh, I just can't stop.

This sh*t bothers me.

You know that, Theo.

- Theo?

(speaking in foreign language)

- I'm sorry, why are you crying?

- Well, Mr...

- Lopez, Mr. Lopez.

- Right, Mr. Lopez, yes.

You see, well, how

do I say this?

You see your parking

lot out there?

Well, that was the

first place we...

- Excuse me?

- First place we made love.

- [Lopez] You two.

- Yes.

Why is that so hard to believe?

- Well, you're like.

Are you married?

- Oh no, sir.

No, we're not even a

couple anymore, right?

We're just chill friends.

- Yeah, that's right.

We f***ed once in your parking

lot, and that's it, you know?

We're just partners now, you

know, it can happen to ya.

It will happen, right?

- What I mean is do you have

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