Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri Page #2

is lying six feet under the ground

while they're eating Krispy Kremes

and busting eight year-olds for

skateboarding in parking lots.

And Chief Willoughby, why single him out?

Well, he's the head of 'em, ain't he?

The buck's gotta stop at somewhere.

And the buck stops at Willoughby?

Yeah, the buck stops at Willoughby.

Dead right it does.

You alright there, fella?

Looks like we got a war on our hands.

Can we talk?

I'd do anything to catch the

guy who did it, Mrs. Hayes.

But when the DNA don't match

no-one who's ever been arrested,

and when the DNA don't match

any other crime nationwide,

and when there wasn't a single eyewitness

from the time she left your house

to the time we found her, well,

right now there ain't too

much more that we can do

you Could pull blood from every

man and boy in this town,

over the age of eight.

There's civil rights laws

prevents that, Mrs. Hayes,

and what if he was just

passing thru town...

Pull blood from ever' man

in the country, then.

And what if he was just

passing thru the country?

If it was me,

I'd start up a database,

every male baby what's

born, stick 'em on it,

and as soon as they done something

wrong, cross reference it

make a hundred percent certain

it was a correct match,

then kill 'em.

Yeah, well, there's

definitely civil rights laws prevents that.

I'm doing everything I

can to track him down,

I don't think those

billboards is very fair.

The time it's took you to get out here

whining like a b*tch, Willoughby,

some other poor girl's probably out

there being butchered right now,

but I'm glad you've got your priorities

straight, I'll say that for ya.

There's something else, Mildred.

I got cancer.

- I'm dying.

- I know it.

Huh?

I know it. Most everybody in town knows it.

Then you still putting

up those billboard?

Well, they wouldn't be as

effective after you croak, right?

Well looky looky,

if it ain't the instigator of this whole

goddam affair in the first place...

I didn't instigate sh*t, Dixon...

Playing pool against the town midget.

He's right, Red, you are playing

pool against the town midget.

Well he's a cop, y'know, he's observant.

You know, I always disliked you, Red,

ever since you was a snotty little child,

which you still look like.

A snotty little child.

Well that's unfortunate.

I always thought you was great.

Even your name, 'Red Welby'.

Even your name I disliked.

Well... okay.

Like you was some kind of a

goddam Communist or something,

- and proud of it.

- No,

it's cos I got red hair.

Do you know what they do to

fagots down in Cuba, Welby?

Wow, that's left-field...

No, what do they do to

fagots down in Cuba, Dixon?

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