Killer Joe Page #2

I'm the father here.

I found her. She's my ex-wife.

Not you. Not Dottie.

Okay, fine.

We'll just split it four ways.

I ain't agreed to nothing, okay?

This is murder we're talking about.

I'm not just gonna stand here

nodding my head.

Look at it this way.

Is she doing anybody any good?

What do you mean?

Is anybody gonna care

if Mom's not around any more'?

Yeah. Rex.

Son of a b*tch screws

anything draws breath.

- That doesn't mean he doesn't care.

- He'd be tickled pink.

You should see the way

she treats that poor bastard.

Probably about the same way

she treated me.

What's better for Dottie?

Having $10,000,

so she can go to that Amazon school

or having a beat-up,

old, ugly, naggy alcoholic mother

for another 20 years or so?

- I see your point.

- Exactly.

So long as Dottie never knows

what we're talking about.

We're really doing her a favour.

Yeah.

What are you doing here?

Got in a fight with Mom.

You built this city all by yourself'?

Yeah.

Sure did.

Brick by brick.

I heard that at the wedding.

Scared the sh*t out of me.

Sleep talking gives me the creeps.

Yeah. Gotten worse.

About every night.

She's not seeing anybody yet?

Don't hold your breath.

Truth be told,

I think she's still a... You know.

What?

A virgin?

Let me just call him.

And at least just set up a meet

and talk to the guy.

We don't got to decide anything

right now.

- Okay.

- Okay, good.

I heard y'all talking

about killing Momma.

I think it's a good idea.

Well, there you go.

This is murder we're talking about.

That looks hard.

Who are you?

Joe Cooper. Joe Cooper.

You scared me to death.

Excuse me.

And I apologise.

I knocked on the door,

but you had the TV on too loud

to hear me,

so I decided to let myself in.

It's okay.

That looks hard. From a TV like that.

You should have a teacher.

I'm Joe Cooper.

I'm supposed to meet Chris here

at 10:
30.

He's not here.

Well, I'm a little early.

He's usually late.

Could I trouble you

for a cup of coffee?

Sure.

Why don't you sit down

and I'll take your jacket.

Mmm-hmm. Thank you.

Can I ask your name?

I'm Dottie.

Hello, Dottie.

Hi.

What?

What are you?

I mean, what do you do?

I'm a detective.

- Really?

- Mmm-hmm.

Like Magnum, P.I.?

No.

He's a private detective.

I'm in the Dallas Police Department.

- He ain't real, either.

- No.

I'm real.

I read ifs nothing like them shows

with car chases and all.

A lot of paperwork.

I read some policemen

go their whole lives

without shooting their guns.

Probably true.

- You ever drawn your gun?

- Oh, sure.

You ever shot anybody?

- Yes.

- Who?

Nobody you'd know.

Did they die?

Well, they have. Yes.

Wow.

What's the most exciting thing

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