Big Sky Page #4

even though

your dad's got, like,

600...

$600 million?

Huh?

Well, it is necessary. Very.

Right.

Yeah.

I'm caring too.

And honest.

And professional.

Hey! Get off her!

What the hell are you doing?

I was just...

you were just what?

You were just what?

You were just acting

unprofessional.

Again. Again!

You wrap her up

and get ready to move

out, understand? Right.

Safe house further on.

We're gonna make a couple of

stops first, get more sedative.

We're going back

to the van, Pru.

Wait. We're...

We're going back...

Yeah, we're going back to the van.

I worked it out.

We make another return

If I drive fast tonight.

I need you to

follow me, pruitt.

None of this bullshit,

you understand me?

Look at me.

She got agoraphobia,

in the front seat.

What was she doing

in the front seat?

She was afraid

of all this space.

Shouldn't have been

in the front seat.

Do this.

Now, why do we need

a stronger sedative?

Because when the hostage

starts to squirm,

so does everyone else.

Good. And the kerosene?

So that no matter what's there when we

arrive, nothing's there when we leave.

Good. Mm-hmm.

You take your pills? Yeah.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Okay, th...

This morning,

I just got so revved up,

'cause I was ready, and I couldn't

even think about taking my pills.

You take your goddamn pills.

No. What?

It's the same as

35 degrees longitude.

The sun is about

70 degrees above.

That makes

this one

my right road.

Definitely.

- That was something jaunty

- To get your day going.

Now how about something

a little more melancholy?

Here on "classical gas."

Can't really handle

Mozart right now.

Turn right.

End destination.

You have... you have...

u-turn.

U-turn.

U-turn.

U-turn.

U-turn.

Oh, God!

Oh, God! Oh, God!

Oh, God!

God! Oh, God!

Sh*t!

Come on, Lyle.

Give it to me.

Oh, yeah.

And it feels good?

Oh, yeah. It feels good?

Oh, Lyle,

that doesn't feel good.

Don't you think we should

take it a little slower?

Please, Lyle,

get off!

Damn it.

No cuts. No abrasions.

No infections.

No nicks. No slashes.

Okay. Okay.

No cuts. No abrasions.

No infections.

No nicks. No slashes.

I'm okay.

Pill time.

Oh, It's dirty.

Dirty, dirty, dirty.

Okay.

Right. Okay.

I wish they made these

things smaller, you know?

What are you doing? Put it down.

Put it down.

We're gonna need guns again, right?

"Need"?

Yeah. Looks to me

like you want a gun,

and you should never

want a gun, Pru.

I know.

All right. Let's make

some time, yeah?

Come on, come on,

you've got to do this.

You've got to get out of here.

How do you do it,

little birdie?

How do you manage?

How would you do this?

Last?

Okay.

Okay.

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