Extremities Page #2

- I'm really sorry. I...

- It's OK.

Well, have a good day.

You too.

Thank you very much. You live here?

Good guess.

- Is it all right if I use the phone?

- No. I'm sorry.

- It's a local call.

- No. You have to go.

There's the door.

I know where the door is.

You don't have to tell me

where the door is.

I'm sorry.

You know, this is a real b*tch.

You see, this guy owes me a lot of money.

He says come by and pick it up.

- I think you have the wrong house.

- No, it's this house.

I know it's this house. You don't

know him? He's about six foot two.

He's got a red beard. He rides

a Triumph. He wears cowboy boots.

There's no Joe here.

Are you sure, sweetheart?

Maybe my husband knows. He's upstairs.

- Could you go ask him for me?

- No. He's sleeping.

He's sleeping?

- He's a cop.

- No kidding.

Could you just do me a little favour? Just

go ask him if he knows a guy named Joe.

Honey, come down here.

Honey?

Boy, that cop's a sound sleeper.

Honey?

Honey?

Just like a cop, huh?

Never there when you need 'em.

What's the matter with him?

Maybe he ain't up there, hm?

Maybe you're tellin' me a little lie, huh?

Go ahead. Go for the door.

Let's see who's faster this time.

So, where's Patty and Terry?

Upstairs too?

What are we worried about, huh?

We got all day.

Ow!

Upstairs.

- Hey! Hey!

- OK.

- Are you gonna be nice?

- Yes. Yes! Yes.

Wait!

OK. OK.

Please. OK.

OK. OK.

Please. Please.

- Where's your room?

- There.

Invite me in.

Come in.

Thank you.

Nice place.

Say thank you.

Thank you.

Smile. Come on, smile.

Smile.

What's that?

I'm an artist too.

Poems.

What kind of poetry?

Get up on the bed.

Get up on the bed.

Stand up on the bed.

Get dressed.

What did I just tell you?

Take off the robe.

Turn around.

Christ, you are beautiful.

Beautiful.

Offer me somethin'.

- What?

- Beer.

It's downstairs.

Well, go get it.

OK.

What do you think? I'm f***in' stupid?

Did I hurt you?

No.

Yes, I did. I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry, baby. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

You know what we're gonna do?

Go downstairs...

and get the wine.

OK?

Open that f***in' door now...

or I'll kill you.

Open it!

Do you have anything to say to me?

I'm sorry.

I can't trust you, can I?

- You wanna act like a little dog?

- No. No.

- Know how I treat a dog?

- No.

I'll treat you like a dog, then. OK?

Come on, puppy. Come on, puppy.

Come on. Come on, puppy.

Come on. Come on.

Don't.

Make me something to eat.

- What would you like?

- Steak.

We don't have any meat.

I come home

and you got nothin' to f***in' eat?

We have bacon. We have lots of bacon.

I can make you bacon and eggs.

- Who's this?

- Terry's boyfriend.

Tony?

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