Vacancy Page #3

We're not set up for plastic here,

friend. Cash only.

Okay. I got cash.

I guess you don't take dimes,

though, do you?

Just kidding around.

I'm gonna need to see ID

on one of you.

Sort of a deposit

on the room's contents...

Look, sir, we're... You can trust us.

We're not gonna steal anything.

I'm not lugging

a bunch of dirty towels...

...back to the car

in the morning, so...

I'm... I'm... I'm sure you won't,

but rules are rules.

I don't make them.

I'm just a manager.

Of course. Here you go.

It's right on the corner, Number 4.

Might have to jiggle the handle

to open her.

She's as sticky as an old whore.

- Right.

- Excuse my language, ma'am.

Y'all have a great night.

See you later. Thank you.

Oh, this is great.

Good thing we upgraded.

We've had our tetanus shots, right?

Oh, hey, if you wanna know

what's on March of '97...

...I got the answer.

I'm sleeping in my clothes.

I'm gonna sleep in my shoes.

I guess it could be worse, you know.

We could be in that twin bed

at your folks' house...

...trying to pretend like

we're a happy couple.

God, I should have

told my mom about us.

Why ruin their party, though?

I think the thing to do is just tell them

after we've signed the papers.

It felt really strange

to be at that party.

Watching them all celebrate

being together all those years.

How did it make you feel?

I don't know.

Tired.

Yeah.

I'm sorry.

Never should've gotten off

the interstate, either.

And miss our one last great

adventure together?

Yeah.

David.

Sorry.

Concierge.

Hello?

Hello.

There's no one there.

Jesus Christ.

What the hell is that?

Hello?

You heard that, right?

Don't touch that.

Who is it?

- Stay there.

- David, wait.

Yeah?

David, don't.

It's coming from

the room next door, Amy.

I know. Don't open it.

Yeah, what do you need?

Hello?

When we walked over here,

were there any cars in the parking lot?

Just check.

There's a truck.

It's probably the manager guy's.

I don't know what the deal is,

but it's a little late for this sh*t, okay?

So...

Close the door, David.

Close the door.

- Damn it. Why mess with them?

- I'm not messing with them.

I'm just trying to figure out

what they're doing.

Just wait there.

Who is it?

I don't know what your problem is,

a**hole.

How long can they f***ing

go on with this? Goddamn it.

Oh, David, don't.

I'm gonna call the manager

and tell him someone's bothering us.

Why don't you open the door?

Play some games?

I'll play some f***ing games with you.

That's real funny, jerk-off.

- Lock the door.

- Where are you going?

I'm gonna go take care of this prick.

Everything all right, Mr. Fox?

No, because the a**hole

in the room right beside us...

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