Dead and Gone Page #2
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- 2008
- 85 min
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Jack?
Jesus, Peggy, it's about time.
- Where are you?
- What the hell's going on?
- Nothing good, okay?
I tried my best at the bank,
but Frankie's family convinced
the court to intervene,
so what that means is,
the last of her money is frozen.
- They can't do that, can they?
- They can and they did.
All of it?
Oh, f*** me.
Well, what am I supposed to
do now for money, eh?
Get a job in
the Chippendales in Vegas?
Don't yell at me, okay?
I'm doing the best I can.
Okay. You know I'm sorry.
Yeah, a little gratitude
would be nice.
No, I am grateful.
So how's poor Frankie doing, Jack?
Like a head of cabbage.
I'm really sorry
to hear about that.
Mm, we all know now.
No money, remember?
Listen, Peggy,
as soon as you hear anything
from the IRS,
please call me.
Thanks.
What's up?
Hey, are you from
the Dry Wells Market?
We aim to please.
You can call me Booger.
Do I have to?
What's your major malfunction?
You scared the sh*t out of me.
Don't sneak up like that.
Whe... where you want these?
Just put 'em on the porch.
It's no big deal, man.
I'll put 'em inside.
Ba-ba!
Just put 'em on
the f***ing porch, okay?
- Name's Booger.
- Whatever.
Have your boss put
a tip on my tab.
He ain't my boss,
he's my big brother.
And you can call him "Moss. "
You shouldn't be up here.
I can handle myself.
- You got a gun?
- None of your damn business.
Folks say this place is evil.
Fascinating.
Now thanks for the groceries,
but I'm in the middle of something.
You only think you're alone.
Excuse me?
This place has a history.
Some folks say it got built
on an old Indian graveyard.
I see.
Look, I'm serious. You need friends,
you want to live up in these mountains.
We have enough friends.
I could stay up here tonight,
you know, for a couple bucks.
Protection.
Look, thanks for the kind offer,
but my wife and I
will be just fine.
Yeah.
Sure.
Jack.
Afternoon, Mr. Wade...
Jack.
Constable Kate.
Okay. Now this is awkward.
Uh, okay, here's where I pretend like
I was just in the neighborhood
and stopped by to see
if you wanted to go fishing.
I like that part,
but I don't care for fish.
Oh, that's okay,
I don't bait the hook.
I just don't understand
how you can handle
something like that
all by yourself.
Something like what?
How long can you
be away from her?
Not long.
So you know?
Yeah, you know, the moving guy
told the gas-station guy
and his wife told me.
Why don't you get
some professional help?
Money.
Anyway, I used to be
a medical student before I flunked out.
So what happened to her?
Plastic surgery.
I know, pretty Hollywood, isn't it?
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