Killshot Page #5

- Thanks.

- Sure...

oh... my pleasure.

I was busy, but, huh...

I jacked myself away from

staring at the ceiling.

Anyway, it turned out to be

nothing... I'm so jumpy, sorry.

- It's okay.

- I'm sorry.

No, no, go to bed, I'll grab a beer

at least till you're asleep.

But there's really no need.

Oh...

now you're not scared,

I can't have a beer...

Wayne you shouldn't really

even have keys to the house.

I'm confused, because for a second

there... I thought you called me.

I did call you,

and I am nervous, but...

if you can just let yourself in

whenever you want...

Which I've never done.

But you could. I don't know.

I know you've been here.

- But not when you're here.

- So you have been here.

I fixed the porch light.

Come on, I waited till you've gone out,

so we didn't have to get into a fight.

Which means

you were watching me,

which might be why I'm feeling

watched all the time.

- Come on.

- Alright, you know what?

I'm thankful to you for

fixing the porch light.

- And the faucet in the bathroom.

- And the faucet in the bathroom, too.

But that's supposed to be a change.

Nothing is changing.

Wayne, I'm moving.

I don't like being this person who's

blaming you for all things I'm blaming for.

No, there's no, uh...

middle, huh?

I mean this is it with you...

You're either fine or you

are leaving the country.

We don't have kids, fine.

We can't have kids, fine,

no, suddenly...

we are killing ourselves,

we are getting a divorce,

we are leaving the country.

I mean, it's like...

it's zero or ten. I mean...

What happened to five?

Five's pretty great.

Now I'll take five again

in a f***ing minute.

See what I'd tell you.

He's f***ing that woman

from the real estate office.

I got him! You get the woman!

- Hello?

- It's me.

Mom...

Oh...

ask me something else.

How are you, how are you?

Oh, he's out, he'll be back.

Mom?

I have to call you back.

You're going hunting, miss?

Was looking for your husband,

have a talk with him.

He's not home.

I know that.

I was wondering

maybe I come inside and wait.

We've met before. Remember?

At the real estate office.

You're gonna shoot me?

- The police should be here any minute.

- You had time to call them, huh?

I don't think

you're gonna shoot me.

Hi.

Alright...

it's your big day, honey,

it's a double feature.

Get your cash laid out on

the counter, and get some gum.

Get out of there!

Get the hell outta there!

Get up!

Are you Indian?

You look Indian.

You should do something with

your hair, use a shampoo

and conditioner in one.

Give some body.

Look at me.

Are you sure you're not Indian?

Doesn't matter.

How many times

are you gonna ask me...

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