Kill Me Again

Fay!

'Scuse me, sir?

'Scuse me?

Could you tell me how to get back on route 80?

Sure honey, just go down the road about a mile, turn right at the light-

Hey!

Toss the bag on the seat and i won't blow your f***ing head off.

Are you kidding me?

You can die laughing if you think so.

Ain't gonna ask you again.

Dumb ass!

Hey! Hey, watch it!

Pay attention, will ya?

Ok.

I was expecting 10 or maybe 15 grand.

So what? We hit the jackpot!

- What's wrong?

- We gotta get out of Nevada, honey. That's what's wrong.

You promised me we could go to Vegas!

I don't think you understand the kind of people that we're dealing with, honey.

You better listen to what I'm saying.

I think we should head north for a while, maybe just hide out.

Ok.

We'll split the money fifty-fifty. You do what you want. I'm going to Las Vegas.

Honey, don't f*** with me. Okay? Don't f*** with me. I'm not in the mood for it.

You let me off with my half at the next bus stop.

Cause I'm going to Vegas.

- What did you say?

- You heard.

- Open the door, Fay.

- No!

Open the door and let me in! Open the door!

F*** you, Vince.

Take your hand off the lock. Open the door!

You ain't going anywhere without me.

If I thought that money was gonna come between us, I'd just as soon burn it up.

We're gonna stay together, baby.

Right?

Come on honey, I gotta take a piss.

You can go by yourself.

I've seen you do it before.

Yeah, well, I like your company.

Idaho. You're gonna love it there, baby.

I know a little place, called Hell's Canyon.

It's real peaceful up there.

Lots of hunting, and fishing...

We could hide out for six months, maybe a year.

Who knows? Maybe we'll never come back?

Yeah.

I bet you're starting to get hungry, huh?

Guess we won't be going to Hell's Canyon after all,huh Vince?

JACK ANDREWS:

PRIVATE INVESTIGATOR

Jesus, Jack. Got anything here that's worth a sh*t?

Hey, there's nothing in there.

Hey hey, who's this?

- Wife, girlfriend, or something?

- It's personal.

Nice looking piece of ass.

- Jack.

- I said it was personal.

Did you forget the rules?

You took out a loan, Jack.

You gotta pay it back.

Ten grand. Next Wesnesday.

Don't f*** it up.

Can you believe this? At her age!

You know, I'd never try to change what I was dealt to begin with. Would you?

- I hope I don't live long enough to worry about it.

- You got a good point there.

- Now, check out time is 11, hon.

- Ok.

- Could I borrow that?

- Oh, go ahead.

I don't read 'em anyway.

Thanks.

Daddy! Daddy, there's a man in the bathroom!

- See!

- Are you alright?

Oh, that f***ing b*tch.

- I need a ride.

- I'd give you a ride mister, but I don't have any room.

- Sure we do dad, we got plenty of room.

- Go wait in the car, son.

No room, huh?

Eight hundred, seventy-five thousand dollars.

INVESTIGATORS:

JACK ANDREWS:

PRIVATE INVESTIGATOR

"Wife Fakes Death and Disappears with Hubby's Money"

Well, how about Holback Chapel, any of those guys ever pay up?

Those deadbeats are even broker than you are, if that's possible.

Aww! Leave it, Teri, leave it. What difference does it make?

Hey, look.

What about that place in Maine? Huh.

Where you and Kathy used to go.

What's it called, uh...

Something "Harbor?"

"Safe Harbor."

Yeah, Safe Harbor.

Reno's eaten away at you, for Christ's sake.

There's nothing here for you anymore.

Happy anniversary.

Can I help you?

I'm, uh, looking for Mr. Andrews.

That's me. And you're Mrs....

Miss. Fay Forester.

Come in.

The work you do is totally confidential, isn't that right?

That's right. It's guaranteed.

Well...

There's a man.

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