The Barber Page #3

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- That sucks.

- Yeah, right?

Do you want to use my phone?

Do you need to call somebody?

- Take a ride into town if you could.

- Yeah, come on.

I been trying to leave this spank-ass town

for, like, two years now. Place like this,

they notice everything.

They stare at me like I'm a freak.

I just want to move to the city,

you know, be anonymous.

Guess I just need somebody

to kick me in my big old butt.

- Do you always take this highway home?

- Yep. There's no cops. I speed.

Hey, it's me again.

Where the hell are you?

Just call me back, okay?

Hey, baby.

You working the phones or the corner?

Sorry, tiger.

My mind must be wandering tonight.

Your... mind gonna be wandering

during the middle of my session?

40 bucks, and we'll find out.

- Come on.

- Hey.

- We have a strict touch-and-go policy.

- You touch. I go. That's the point.

Okay.

I got something special

for a special fella like you.

C.P.D., motherf***er.

You're under arrest.

- Where'd you get those?

- Your little bag of tricks, you perv.

Okay.

- Going through my sh*t?

- I didn't go through your sh*t.

They were sitting right on top.

I grabbed them.

Sit down with me.

Relax. This is supposed to be fun.

So this is gonna be fun?

You have no idea who I am, do you?

That's the fun part.

Come on.

Nod your head if you think

this was f***ing stupid.

Yes.

Man, I just gave you a ride.

We're cool, right?

Stranger, motel,

middle of the night.

What the f*** did you think

was gonna happen?

What? Who is this?

What? You would have

done it better, right?

I mean, of course...

of course you would.

I know. I kinda... I know.

I made a mess. It's...

You know, it got a little sloppy, but,

I mean, I passed your test, right?

- What test?

- You told me go down the highway.

"Someone will pick you up."

You said take Highway 2.

You said that, right? You said that.

You were trying to tell me that... Look.

You knew she'd be out there,

and you knew that I would find her,

and you put me in the perfect

f***ing spot. Right? Right?

I'm sorry. Look, I get it. Okay?

You can't trust me.

Why would you? I just showed up

out of the blue. Threatened you.

Yeah, why would you tell me

your deepest and darkest, unless...

unless I got a rope around my neck,

too, right? Well, now I do.

I mean, bringing me in the woods

like that, that was f***ing brilliant.

You wanted to see if I wanted it, right?

What do you want from me?

I just... I know there's more,

like there's something else,

there's something that I can't

come up with on my own.

I know you know what I'm talking about.

Who saw you come in?

What? Nobody.

- Grace, the manager.

- Nobody f***ing saw me.

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