Breakout Page #3

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Privately.

Nobody else has done anything.

He will try.

Maybe he can. Give it to him.

- How would you do it?

- That's none of your business.

Give him the money.

So the hat is used for things...

...other than straining

our poor Mexican gasoline.

Two thousand.

Hawk!

- They're paying us $2000?

- Right. She already gave me 1000.

1000 more when they're out.

We have to pay expenses,

maybe give a cut to Myrna.

- Okay to me.

- Spence. How are you doing?

- Giving out any traffic tickets?

- What do you want?

Just here to say hello

and maybe borrow your wife.

- You son of a b*tch!

- Someone mention my name?

There she is.

Look at that. There's my...

His baby.

We got us a very big contract.

- All we need is the feminine touch.

- Beat it!

I want to hear it.

He's better than television.

He ain't to me.

Spencer, if you're going to make

sheriff, you've got to be friendly.

Right.

Myrna and me, we go way back.

Yeah, way back.

Like way back behind a haystack.

Every cop should have

a sense of humour.

- What's this "touch of femininity"?

- I haven't worked it out yet.

But we need someone to wear a wig.

When I want to give money away,

I think of my friends.

- I'm here to give Myrna $100.

- 100?

- She ain't interested.

- Suit yourself.

It doesn't amount to more

than a little walk.

- And it's hard for Myrna to make $200.

- Yeah.

You said $100.

That's $100 down

and $100 when it's over.

Yeah, we got the money too.

Show them, Nick.

- Where do I take this little walk?

- It's not far from here. In Mexico.

- Mexico?

- Don't worry. Nick will fly her.

Bullshit! You ain't taking

my baby to Mexico.

I don't trust you with her.

Hold it. I want to hear this.

There's a young guy down there.

He's the clean-cut type.

He's locked up.

All Myrna has to do

is wear this wig.

Make herself up so she

doesn't look like the clean...

...young wife of the future sheriff

of our county.

- She'll look like a Mexican whore.

- Whore.

- Whore! You son of a b*tch!

- All right, forget it.

I thought you could use

an extra $300.

- Three hundred?

- For you, 350.

Spence, maybe...

Like my husband says,

I'm not interested.

Sh*t. That leaves me in a hole.

Well, hell.

It's not that tough.

With the right makeup,

anybody can look like a whore.

Yeah.

I think you're right, Myrna.

Exactly what I'm thinking.

You gotta be kidding.

Nick...

Oh, come on, Nick.

No, sirree-bob-dixie.

I'm not going to dress up in all

that garbage there. No, sir.

- You got the makeup?

- Yeah.

What cell is he in?

- Number 15.

- That's right.

Tell him to use plenty of lipstick

and eye makeup.

Coming out, he's got to mix

with those whores. I'll be here.

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