Born to Kill

I don't have to ask you how it feels|to be a free woman again, Mrs. Brent.

Yes, sir, the bonds of matrimony|can weigh heavily on one's soul.

I realize that. Oh, not from|my own experience, mind you.

The little woman and I|have been married 15 years.

With nary a cross word, I'll wager.

- That's right, nary a one.|- Well, your wife's a very fortunate woman.

- I often tell her that.|- I'm certain you do.

- Goodbye, and thank you for everything.|- Goodbye.

Gangway! Gangway!

- Oh, we missed her.|- Yeah!

Laury, Laury, what a one you are.|What a one.

We'd better be quiet.|They'll hear us upstairs.

Who cares? I'll laugh as loud|as I want in my own house.

I'll make as much noise as I want.

If my roomers wanna move out,|let them. Who cares?

Romeo. Down, Romeo.

Get down.

- He didn't get you dirty?|- No, it's all right.

He loves everybody. Just like Laury here.

Listen, now.

Mrs. Kraft, I'd like to pay my bill.|I'm leaving in the morning.

That's right. This was the big day,|wasn't it?

- Have some beer.|- I don't think so.

Why not? If you're glad about|the divorce, you ought to celebrate.

If you're sad and wanna forget,|you ought to celebrate.

- Either way, you ought to celebrate.|- Why, here's your bill.

- Thank you. I'll give you a check.|- Hop to it.

Sally, some more beer.

- Stay for supper, huh, Laury?|- Can't. I got a date.

- Who with?|- Danny Jadden.

- That squirt? Thought you had a new one.|- I have. Wait till you see him.

- Tell about him, Laury. What's he like?|- Well, this big across the shoulders.

He moved my trunk around|like it was a cracker box.

He's the quiet sort, but if you stepped|out of line, he'd kick you in the teeth.

My, ain't that wonderful.

Sure is.

I never knew a man like that.|My two husbands was just turnips.

- Most men are.|- Isn't that the truth.

If you got a man like that,|why go out with Danny?

I'm doing it to needle the new one.|He knows I'm crazy about him.

He knows he's got me all wrapped up.|So I've got to start him worrying.

It's a bore, but that's the way|to handle men.

- Ain't she cold-blooded, though?|- I wouldn't say so.

- I'd say she was being practical.|- We're out of beer.

- How many times have l...?|- I've got plenty. I'll get some.

- No, don't bother.|- Are you sure? I live next door.

- It'll only take a minute.|- No. Thank you just the same.

I probably won't see you again|before I leave, so goodbye.

- Goodbye.|- Goodbye, Mrs. Brent.

Goodbye. And good luck|with the new one.

Thanks.

You know, you ought to put on|some meat, Laury.

You're so skinny,|can't grab hold of you anywhere.

I haven't noticed anybody|having any trouble.

You're a one, Laury Palmer.|You sure are a one.

We're all good players.|Get your bets down early.

Now, get a hunch and bet a bunch.

No time to back up now.|It's time to stack up.

That's 31 in the black.|We pay 31, and we pay the black.

Let's go, folks.|Keep up that fine play, now.

Leave a little, take a little.

Come on, dice. Be good to me, boy.

Seven, odds. You lost. Next shooter.

- Five dollars, sir.|- Thank you.

Coming out. A shooter, and a good one.

What will he do, win or lose?|Make your bets.

You bet dice, do or don't pass.

Coming out again. Here he comes.|Coming out. Make your bets.

Bet dice, win or lose.|Here they come. Coming out.

Eight is your point. Eight will win.

What will it come,|field, big six or big eight?

Eight the winner. Pay the line.

Make your bets. Bet dice.|Do or don't pass.

Coming out again, same shooter.|Here he comes, win or lose.

Here they come, coming out.|You bet dice, do or don't pass.

Coming out again.|Same good shooter. Here he comes.

Coming out. You bet dice, win or lose.

Keep rolling.

What will it come, six, eight, field or come?|Coming out. Here they come.

Four's your point. Make four.

Four will win. Will he come, will he field?

Make four.

Four the winner. Pay the line.

Coming out again. Same shooter,|the good one. Here he comes. Coming out.

- Hi, Mrs. Brent.|- Oh, good evening.

- Cleaning them out?|- Not exactly.

Danny and I lost our shirts.

- This is Danny Jadden.|- How do you do?

Hi. How are you?

Shall we run along|and try our luck someplace else?

Sure. The night's young.|Glad to have met you, Mrs. Brent.

- Thank you.|- Goodbye.

- Goodbye.|- So long.

Coming out.

Coming out again, same shooter,|the good one. What will he do, win or lose?

Eight is your point, make eight.|Eight will win.

Come on in.

- Let's have a nightcap.|- Baby, you got yourself a boy.

Hello, Romeo. Hello, sweet.

You know where everything is.|Go and fix the drinks.

- I'll be with you in a minute.|- Okay, baby.

Hello.

Get out.

Come on, Mac. Let's talk this out|over a couple of drinks.

- What do you say?|- I say, get out.

Kind of abrupt, ain't you?

- I came for a drink and I'm gonna have it.|- You heard me.

Look, I'm here now.|You can come back some other time.

What you getting steamed up about?|She ain't no Queen of Sheba.

Sheba or no, no man's big enough|to cut me out.

Maybe so, and maybe not.

My heavens, what are you doing, Danny?

Sounds like you're tearing|the house apart.

The racket you're making, you...

Danny.

Danny.

Oh, Sam.

Well, down, down. No.

Well, aren't you out late tonight, Romeo?

Yes, you ought to be home,|you little tramp. Come on.

Oh, no, you'll get right out again.|Inside for you.

Hello, information? What's the number|of the railroad station?

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