Crazy in Alabama Page #3

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Something like that.

And a real nice hatbox.

We only offer the boxes

for the couture line.

Show me those, then,

because I have to have the box.

Care to leave your groceries here

while we're looking?

Five hundred dollars.

It's perfect.

I'll take it.

You little slut.

Waste my damn money on a hat.

Tell me what you got in the box.

A present for you!

-What do you need?

-What are they having?

Hurricanes.

Sounds good.

Give me one of those.

Two-fifty.

You're not local, are you?

No, just passing through.

Better keep on moving.

You can't work in here.

I'm not looking for a job.

I'm an actress.

Yeah, right.

And I'm Fred Astaire.

Here. Take your money,

drink your drink...

...and walk on over to Esplanade

with all the other whores.

You heard what I said, sugar.

Wait, wait!

Don't move.

How dare you insult me?

Do you realize that this hat

cost $500?

-It's a misunderstanding.

-Is that your car?

I'll take you, just don't take my car.

Put your keys on the bar,

and give me all your money.

Do it now!

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

What did you put in her drink?

Don't you talk to me!

Come on! Come on!

Quick, I gotta go.

You need to learn the difference

between a whore and a lady.

Don't take my car.

She's taking my car!

I keep seeing his eyes.

He's looking at me.

Who?

Uncle Chester.

Stop thinking about him.

It gives me the willies.

What'd she do to you, anyways?

You've been weird ever since she left.

Nothing.

Come on, Peejoe. Don't lie to me.

It was just a bunch of crazy stuff.

She made me swear not to tell.

She always looked after us

special, Wiley.

We gotta protect her

from that sheriff. He's mean.

You better not get us in trouble.

We get kicked out of here,

and we got no place to go.

She knew what she was doing.

She planned it out, Wiley.

She's not as crazy

as she wants everybody to think.

She seems pretty wacko to me.

-Funny. Listen to me.

-Still not deep enough.

I told you I'd come

knock some sense into you.

Chester, if that's really you,

leave me the hell alone.

Murder, armed robbery,

grand-theft auto. You lost your mind.

Want me to stop this car

and kill you again?

-God, you just keep pushing!

-How're you gonna kill me again?

Just one more thing.

She say how she killed him?

No, sir.

She pulled a .45 on a bartender

in New Orleans and stole his car.

That's ridiculous.

Baby sister wouldn't do that.

I beg to differ.

Your baby sister's

one bad little girl.

I'm gonna bring her in...

...one way or another.

And you're gonna help me.

She gonna call you...

...and you gonna say

just exactly what it takes.

Go.

I'll let you know what I hear.

-Can they put me in jail for lying?

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