Passion Play Page #3

But I could be like all the other girls.

Never.

I'm sorry, I think

I'm wasting your time.

Sorry.

I don't ever want

to hear

a goddamn word

about this ever.

Or I'll get your address

and I swear to God, Doc

I'll burn your

house down.

Thank you.

Hey, baby,

you still there?

I'm here.

Listen to me.

This ain't no

pact with the devil.

'Course it is.

It's your life

for hers.

Oh, come on,

that's bullshit.

So, uh,

being managed by a notorious killer pimp

is gonna help

this girl.

Hey, listen, sweetheart,

he can make her rich.

He can make her dead.

Come on, he ain't

gonna hurt her.

Why not?

'Cause I'm gonna

be there.

Please. You can't

protect yourself...

Hey, listen,

just cool it, okay?

Nothing's gonna

happen to this girl.

Happy'll never

even meet her, okay?

All I'm doing is

I'm giving Happy

a piece of Lily's future.

All right? That's it.

He'll make a fortune

on this thing.

Okay.

I'm gonna do everything.

He's not even

gonna meet her.

Hey, listen,

he's just gonna get his cut.

She know

about this?

Hey, she trusts me.

Okay. She

doesn't get hurt.

What makes you so sure she

can make that kind of money?

I mean,

this town's lousy with beautiful women.

Nate?

What makes her so special?

What?

What makes her so special?

Her wings.

She's got wings.

Uh-huh.

And I suppose you have

another picture of a jackalope

that could be available for the right price too, huh?

Are you frightened,

Mr. Poole?

God, you should be.

Listen to me.

I swear to God,

if I would've known that that was your wife

I'd never

woulda touched her.

I don't have

a wife, Mr. Poole.

I'm a widower.

Yeah. Very sudden.

Listen, hey man,

I know you want me dead, okay?

I don't wanna die.

I swear to God

this girl is for real.

I mean, I don't get it,

I don't understand it

it's something freaky,

she's some kind of goddamn freak of nature.

But she has wings.

So I get the angel...

and you get

your life.

Sounds... religious.

No, it's... it's

a little different.

I was thinking more

you get a percent

you get like 65, 75%.

You get your piece and then I get,

I get my end, which is 20, 25%.

And I get my life.

And the angel?

Listen, she's

not an angel.

She's just...

Theology aside.

What's... what's to keep

me from just...

blowing your

head off right now

and taking the girl?

Hey, man,

you don't know where she is.

True.

Until I get

Roland here

to peel off all your skin with a needle-nose pliers

and then you tell me where she is

and the fastest

route to her.

I don't know

where she is, okay?

A friend of mine is driving

her around in circles, okay?

And if I'm not at

the goddamn phone booth

saying all the right

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