Freeway

Okay, we've got a four-word sentence

here for you.

What is it, Vanessa?

Vanessa, come on.

Here we go. "The".

"The"?

"Ca-caa..."

Caa...

"Cat."

Perfect. You've got it.

Now let's continue to the third word.

"Dr..."

"Dr-en..."

Think "k", "kuh", followed by "s".

Think "kuh-s". "kuh-s".

Think.

"Drenks"?

- "Drinks"?

- You got it. That's it.

- "Drinks".

- You did it. Perfect.

Um, "The cat drinks...

milk."

That's right. Very good.

Great, Vanessa.

Vanessa! Chopper!

Fully rewarded now?

Hey, mister!

I've got my own place.

It's right over there in the motel.

You can turn right here and get in.

It's cooler.

Then can I get in the car with you?

- I'll go wherever you wanna go.

- Move, b*tch!

- No, thank you!

- Sir! Sir!

Well, screw you too,

f***in' n*gger!

Mom? What are you doin'?

- What are you doin' home so early?

- It's not so early, Mom.

- How you doin', Ms. Lutz?

- Don't even talk to her, Chopper!

- Vanessa, I'm out of here.

- Okay.

- Will you give your mom my regards?

- Will do, Ms. Lutz.

You said you weren't gonna

do this no more.

I've had enough crap

from your father all day.

- I am real stressed out...

- Larry is not my dad.

If you're gonna smart-ass me,

you can just go on home right now.

Get out of my face right now!

- Go on, get out!

- Fine.

- Fine.

- You don't know nothing' about nothin'!

You don't know

a goddamn thing about nothin'!

Larry, just let me through.

- What's the magic word?

- F*** you, you piece of sh*t.

"F*** you"?

How was school?

Like you really

f***in' care, a**hole.

Me and your mama, we spent the whole day

in line securin' rent vouchers,

and we could both use

a little consideration!

Don't it bother you your own wife

bringin' off all them guys for money?

I make her use mouthwash after.

You like that minty-fresh taste,

huh, Larry?

Vanessa Lutz, I'm gettin' ready

to take a seriously big sh*t

right on top of that

pointy little head of yours!

Don't be a smart-ass.

Hey, motherf***er.

- You want some company?

- Yeah.

Oh, let me get in.

You get the luckiest breaks.

And I mean lucky.

What else could it be?

We interrupt this program to go live

to L.A. County Sheriff's headquarters,

where a press conference

is now in progress...

regarding the grisly find

yesterday morning

along San Diego Freeway

in Torrance.

The two females have been

identified as 19-year-old...

Tempest Mueller of Downey,

and 16-year-old...

Corky Poindexter of Bellflower.

Both females have extensive

arrest records for prostitution,

and we are now considering them

as victims of the individual

that we call the I-5 Killer.

I'll take a few questions.

- I happened to be watchin' that, Larry!

- Forget it.

You just don't want me

hearin' about that killer out there.

But what if he drove up right

this second and snatched up Mom, huh?

What would you have

to say then, smart guy?

First of all,

your mama would kick his ass.

And second of all, that killer

is all the way up in L.A., okay?

My dog's better than your dog

My dog's better than yours

My dog's better

'cause he gets Ken-L Ration

My dog's better than yours

Larry, get your goddamn hands

off of my anatomy!

- Or I swear to f***ing God...

- What?

- What are you gonna do?

- I'll tell Mom.

Oh, yeah, like she's

really gonna believe you.

I'm really not up

to your sh*t today, Larry.

- Fact, I'm mad as hell at you now.

- Aw, come here.

Goddamn it, Larry!

Get your f***in' hands off me,

you shithead!

F***er!

You hit hard!

Now you just behave.

F***, you hit hard.

You know, I can't help you

if you don't tell me

what it is you want.

Well, maybe we'd better

just forget the whole thing.

No.

I bet you like havin'

your wiener sucked.

- Hmm? Don't you?

- Yeah, I guess so.

How come that doesn't

surprise me?

What would a thing

like that cost?

Thirty dollars.

Sheriff's Department.

You're under arrest.

Let go!

Come on, guys, I didn't do anything.

I did nothing wrong.

- Take it easy.

- Come on.

Where do you think you're going?

You're hurtin' me!

You're hurtin' my arm!

What's your name, Miss?

Ramona Lutz.

Bully!

- Stayin' at this motel?

- Yeah.

I never saw that before in my life,

and that's God's truth, sir.

You're telling me this

brown residue isn't narcotics?

It doesn't belong to me.

What is that? Speed?

You look like a speedy kind of gal.

Officer, please, listen to me.

My little girl...

she's home with me now, and she just

got out of Children's Services,

and I cannot afford to be busted again

because they'll take her away from me.

They'll just take my baby away.

You know this pipe

constitutes probable cause,

so we're gonna have to take

a look inside your motel room.

You can't do that.

My husband's asleep.

- Your husband know you're soliciting?

- Give us a f***in' break.

- Your husband own a firearm, Ramona?

- My Larry is on parole.

He hasn't had a firearm

for a long time.

We're gonna be real unhappy

if you're not tellin' us the truth.

I am tellin' you the truth, okay?

Come on. Let's go.

You guys are makin' me

wish I was dead.

You f***in' happy about that?

Are you f***in' happy about that?

Cut that out right now

or you're gonna be hogtied!

- But if you just listen to me!

- Shut your mouth now!

Not another word!

Sheriff's Department, Larry.

- Oh, yes!

- We need to talk to you a minute.

Hey! What the f***!

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