Slim Susie Page #2

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Billy Davidson,

the sole cop in town.

A Stockholm native

sent here against his will.

Well, I guess you can say...

Could you get rid of that fly there?

It just looks disgusting.

I guess you can say

that these things happen.

Things disappear. People disappear.

- Maybe she walked the dog?

- She doesn't have a dog.

How would I know? Dogs get

borrowed, people dog-sit.

Yeah...

You shouldn't offend me.

We should avoid offence in this town.

Can't you tell what it's like?

Paper, paper, paper.

I'm choking on paperwork. Break-in,

nursing home medicine cabinet.

Naked man in the supermarket.

Moose hunting in town.

See? I'm drowning in paperwork.

But I do get some tip-offs.

Ever heard of Keyser Soze

and Tony Montana?

- No...

- Nope.

They're not mentioned

in any police files.

How far do these reach? 100 yards?

I have no one to talk to anyway.

It's 40 miles to the nearest...

And look at this.

Four minutes of talk time,

then the battery goes.

And it takes two days

to charge the f***er.

I'm ashamed. I sit here in shame.

That's how it is.

That's my lot, to sit here in shame.

Susie wouldn't just go.

She's damned reliable.

She's not the Susie you think.

She'd never have dated Grits.

- Grits?

- Yeah.

But it was a mess. She was

in love with someone else.

Erik?

Grits and I wentto school

together. We did a lot.

Collected Star Wars figures,

put rocks on the tracks-

- rented movies and

opened our first beer together,

But he also ran into

the driving instructors car-

- when he was getting

his bike license.

Erik! Good to see you.

We're making a movie. Come in.

Hey, Grits. Are you and Susie...

No one cleans up around here.

That just sucks. Have a beer.

- Beer smells great.

- Who are these guys?

Good guys, working class.

Not that they have jobs.

So, just good guys. We've

had a two-day Scarface conference.

That's why they're wasted.

We did all the lines.

We tried to email the guy who

made the movie, which was hard.

The connection just sucks.

Shoot! Shootme.

Yeah, there you go.

Grits really loves movies.

We've made 50 movies together.

"Deadly Murder" was

probably the best one.

THE END:

It was not that bad.

- Morning beer smell rules.

- Why am I filming?

For a documentary about me,

to leave something behind.

I'll die one day, like everyone does.

- Are you working?

- Don't have the time. Sit down.

Don't you want this one?

Yeah, it's Grits.

Right. Yeah.

Hey, what are you on?

Can you get me some?

- Screw that.

- Who was that?

- No clue.

- So, are you dating Susie?

Damn it, the laundry.

Nope, never dated Slim Susie.

Not that I noticed.

- Cut it out! Yes or no?

- Naw. She'd sleep here sometimes.

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