The Killer Inside Me

Synopsis: Sadism and masochism beneath a veneer of revenge. Lou Ford is a mild-mannered sheriff's deputy in a Texas oil town in the mid 1950's. His boss sends him to roust a prostitute living in a rural house. She slaps him; he hits her, then, after daily sex for the next few weeks, he decides it's love. She's devoted to him and becomes his pawn in a revenge plot she thinks is to shakedown the son of Chester Conway, the town's wealthy king of construction. Lou has a different plan, and bodies pile up as murder leads to murder. The district attorney suspects Lou, and Conway may have an inkling, but Lou stays cool. Is love, or at least peace, in the cards?
Genre: Crime, Drama, Thriller
Production: IFC Films
  2 wins & 5 nominations.
Rotten Tomatoes:
109 min

[Sultry R&B music]

# #

# You never know how much

I love you #

# Never know

how much I care #

# When you put

your arms around me #

# I get a feeling

that's so hard to bear #

# You give me fever #

# When you kiss me #

# Fever when you

hold me tight #

# Fever #

# In the morning #

# Fever all through the night #

# Listen to me, baby #

# Hear every word I say #

# No one can love you

the way I do #

# 'Cause they don't know

how to love you my way #

# You give me fever #

# When you kiss me #

# Fever when you

hold me tight #

# Fever #

# In the morning #

# And fever

all through the night #

name of Joyce Lakeland.

Lives about four or five miles

out on Derrick Road

past the old Branch place.

- Oh, I know the old

Branch place.

She a hustlin' lady, Bob?

Well, I guess so,

but she's-she's been

pretty decent about it.

She ain't taken on

no roustabouts

or nothin' like that.

In fact,

if these preachers around town

weren't rompin' down on me,

I wouldn't bother her at all.

Well, how shall I handle it?

Tell her to lay off

awhile or...

- Oh, I don't know.

I don't know.

Just go out and size her up

and make your own decision.

I know you'll be gentle,

as gentle and pleasant

as you can be.

So go on out there,

see how she looks to ya.

All right.

Thanks, Bob.

Mornin' Miss Parker.

- Oh, hello.

- Mornin', ma'am.

The trouble with growing up

in a small town

is everybody thinks

they know who you are.

I was born here 29 years ago.

And Central City

was small enough

that my father

was the only doctor in town.

Then the oil boom came,

and the town grew

to fit its name.

The sheriff's office handles

the policing

for both the city

and the county.

We do a pretty good job of it,

to our own way of thinkin'.

We're kind of old-fashioned.

Out here, you say,

"Yes, ma'am," and "No, ma'am,"

to anything with a skirt on.

Out here, if you catch a man

with his pants down,

you apologize,

even if you have to arrest him


Out here, you're a man

and a gentleman,

or you aren't anything at all.

And God help you

if you're not.



I'm sorry, ma'am, uh...

Come on in.

You go on back.

I just need to wash up.

What do you think

you're doing with that?

Sheriff's office, ma'am.

What are you doing with it?

I have a permit.

Are you satisfied, copper?

Well, I reckon it's all right.

And my name's Ford, ma'am,

not Copper.


The only decent-looking guy

I've seen in this stink hole

and he's a boy scout

with a badge.

How much?

I don't jazz cops.

That's not very polite, ma'am.

I just came out here

for a little talk.

- And I asked you

what you wanted.

- Well, I guess I want you

out of Central City by sundown.

And if I see you

here after that...

I'm gonna run you in

for prostitution.

You lousy son of a b*tch.

Don't you call me that, ma'am.

You lousy son of a b*tch!

You son of a b*tch,

bastard, pimp!

Get off me!

Get off me!

Let go of me, you bastard!

Get off me!

You bastard son of a b*tch!


I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry.

- No.

Don't say you're sorry.

# I'm a tip-top daddy #

# And I'm gonna have my way #

# Keep away from the corners #

# Hear what I got to say #

# Hold one hand only #

# Get ready for a ride #

- # Give me one hand loose

and I'll be satisfied #

I went back the next day

and the day after that.

I couldn't help it.

It was like a wind had been

turned on a dying fire.

# Give me free hand, woman #

# Let it swing by my side #

# Give me one hand loose

and I'll be satisfied #

# #

# Satisfied #

- Let's pull out of this

crummy old town together,

just you and me.

What, are you crazy?

Go on.

Let me hear you say it.

Oh, no.

Go on.

Tell me what a fine ol' family

y'all Fords is.

"We all Fords, ma'am.

"We wouldn't even think of

living with one of you

miserable ol' whores, ma'am."


- You think

you're too good for me.

Don't start that.

You do.

I'll never give you up.


And if you think

you're too good for me now,

I'll make it so you won't be.

- Oh, baby, you got your bowels

in an uproar all over nothin'.

I was just thinkin'

about the money.

I can get money.

Oh, yeah?

- He's crazy about me,

and he's dumb as hell.

I'm sorry?

Who's crazy about you

and dumb as hell?

Elmer Conway.

You know who he is, don't ya?

- I knew Elmer Conway

well enough.

We'd been in the same class

together at school.

Aw, he wasn't a bad man.

He'd just been spoiled.

Spoiled by his father,

Chester Conway.

Chester had built

half of Central City,

and he acted like

he owned the town,

and nobody had the guts

to tell him any different.

Joyce was a fool to think

she could put one over

on old man Conway.

But her plan started me

thinking about

how I could settle

some old scores of my own.

You want a refill, hon?

No, I've got to go.

All right.

So you're a deputy sheriff?

You don't even carry a gun.

No, I don't.

- What if some crook

should try to shoot ya?

Well, I'll tell you a secret.

We don't have too many crooks

in Central City.

That's good to know.

I started needling people.

I couldn't help it.

I guess it was a substitute

for somethin' else.

Thank you, Max.

- You don't have to pay.

I want to thank you for what

you've done for my Johnnie.

No one else would've done

what you did.

Thank you very much, Max.

I appreciate that.

It's made a big difference.

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