Nadine Page #5

suspicious-looking character

running around out there.

I was just on my way back in

to tell my wife to call

the police,

and I must have gone

into the wrong place

by mistake.

Honey, don't do that.

NADINE:
Run for it.

Now why did you have to

do something like that?

I was doin' just...

(GUN FIRING)

(SCREAMS)

Give me the keys!

(CAR ENGINE STARTING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(POLICE SIREN WAILING)

(NADINE SCREAMING)

Step on it, Vernon.

Step on it!

Watch out.

You picked a hell

of a time to stop!

(POLICE RADIO CHATTERING)

Hang on, darlin'.

(NADINE EXCLAIMING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(WHOOPING)

(GUN FIRING)

(NADINE SCREAMING)

(CRICKETS CHIRPING)

You mind tellin' me what the

hell was goin' on back there?

Well, sort of like this.

One of the girls

down at the shop,

and don't ask who it is,

'cause I ain't gonna

tell ya.

Anyway, this guy Escobar

took some, uh, pic...

I mean, some

art studies of her...

What you mean

is this old boy talked her

into posin' bare-ass for

a bunch of pictures?

And that b*tch's ass

is not all they've done.

Vernon Hightower,

you got a dirty mind.

For your information,

Mr. Escobar was in the Army

with Hugh Hefner of Playboy

magazine fame.

How about that?

He pulled that one on her?

He didn't pull nothin'.

I knew those gals in the shop

wasn't the smartest things

in the world,

but I did give 'em

more credit than that.

And I'll bet you,

that she's got

a husband

that's even dumber

than she is.

Hmm.

Are you tellin' me that

we nearly got ourselves

killed...

I swear,

I never saw anything

like the way you drove that

car tonight, Vernon. Never.

Uh, mostly luck.

I mean, the way you went

90 miles an hour backwards,

without gettin' us killed.

And then you

stopped the damn car.

I couldn't believe it.

"Goddamn, Vernon, what

a hell of a time to stop!"

I didn't say it like that.

(CHUCKLING)

Yeah, you did.

I did not.

Here I am,

sittin' around

like we was still...

(SIGHS) Listen,

you can't drive

the Ford on account of

the police

will be lookin' for it.

Oh, no, okay, I won't.

I know this,

this old boy

who owes me a favor

and I'll take it over

and have him paint it.

That'd be real nice.

I guess

I'd better be goin'.

You're lookin' real good.

(CLEARS THROAT)

No, I mean,

you know, it looks like,

you're eatin' real good.

Not too much or anything.

(STUTTERING)

What I mean is

that you look

real good.

You look real good, too.

Real good.

Well, I better

get on my horse.

Renee's gonna

be kinda worried.

Well, here.

Let me get you

some ice, okay?

I'll be right back.

(SIGHS)

Ugh.

(SIGHS)

Oh, boy.

Hmm.

(EXCLAIMING)

(CAR DOOR CLOSING)

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