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Oh, my God!

Oh!

Whoo. It sure is
hot out tonight.

Hot.

Hotter than nine naked women
in a Volkswagen.

Stinking hot.

Hey, Jimmy,

can we turn up the AC?

I'm about
to fry out here.

It seems all right to me.

Cheapskate.

That guy wouldn't
know air conditioning

if it was drop-kicked
up his ass.

He ain't never turned it on
in here.

She's gonna be fine.

She's gonna be all alone.

Stop.
We talked about this.

You said you were ready.

I know. That was talk.
This is real.

Hell, yeah,
it's real, baby.

We're halfway out of town.
The car's packed.

We can't go back now.

Stop.

What?
Just stop.

We said we were
gonna film this.

We agreed. The whole trip.

Come on.
People love this shit.

Right now, Billy, please.

Look,

you want to stay
in this shit hole forever?

Not me.

I'm not gonna end up
like my father,
working my fingers to the bone

in a fucking mill
for the rest of my life.

I'm getting out of here.

If we don't leave right now,

we may never have
another chance.

I know.

Give me some love.

How's your mama doing,
Erline?

Oh, I don't go
by Erline anymore.

I changed it to Starr--
two R's.

Oh, well, tell her I said hey.

Hey, Noreen,
pretty hot for an old broad.

I'm 32.

Don't mind him.
He's an asshole.

What'd I say? What?

Noreen, get to work!

Jimmy, I have been
on my feet all day.

I'm tired.
You know what?

I'm gonna fire you.

Haven't you fired me
enough this month?

I'm not kidding
this time, Noreen.

Right. And who are you gonna
get to work in this dump, huh?

There's plenty of girls
who want to work here.

Jimmy, you are
full of more shit

than a Christmas turkey.

I'm not kidding you.
I am not kidding you.

Uh, excuse me.

Uh, you have a pay phone
inside here?

The one outside is busted.

Yeah, there's one
in the back.

Yeah.

I don't know.
He looks lost.

What's the matter?

I've got a headache.

Bad?

I'll be all right.

Hey, Noreen.

Can I get a piece
of that lemon meringue pie?

Yeah. Yeah.

No, no.

Well, it was a tough call.

I had to

do a bit of a tap dance
on this one,

but, uh,
I closed the sale.

Okay. Mm-hmm.

How's it going tonight?

Can't complain.
What can I get you?

A cup of coffee'd
be great.

I gotta warn you,
it's pretty strong.

Really? How strong?
You could float piss on it.

Sounds good.
I got a long drive.

The kitchen's about to close,

so if you want
to order something,
you better do it now.

Oh, no. I'm good, thanks.

How about a slice
of pecan pie?

I make the best pecan pie
this side of
the Mason-Dixon Line.

That is a bold claim,
young lady.

Can you back that up?

You can just ask
anybody in Silver Lake.

Since I don't know
anybody in Silver Lake,

I guess I'm just gonna
have to take your word
for it, huh?

You trustworthy?

I swear
on a stack of Bibles.

You know what? Maybe later.
Just-Just coffee.

Suit yourself.

Thanks.

You're not from
around here, are you?

Are you just
passing through?
Yeah.

Where to?

I'm sorry?

Where you headed to?

New York.

New York. Oh.

Yes.

You live there?

Brooklyn.

God, Brooklyn.

I have always wanted
to see New York City.

And you live there.
Oh, you are so lucky.

You've obviously
never been to Brooklyn.

No, I haven't been
much of nowhere.

Mmm. Well, you should go.

I wish I could, but, uh,

I don't think I'll be leaving
Silver Lake any time soon.

Oh. Sorry.

Oh, don't be.

It's not such a bad
little town really.

It used to be
this big vacation spot,
you know.

Lots of boating and swimming.

People came from miles
and miles around.

What happened?

Oh, the lake dried up
a few years back.

Nothing but a great big
hole in the ground now.

Let me get this straight.

There's not actually a lake
in Silver Lake.

No.

Wow.

Wow.

But at least
you got that pie.

Yes, we do.

I'm Noreen, by the way.

Oh, hey, Noreen.
John Dixon.

It's nice to meet you, John.

You, too. Likewise.

So, uh, hey, is there a--
a restroom?

Oh, in the back,
by the phones.

Okay.

Uh, hey, you should
flush it twice.

The handle gets stuck.

I'll keep that in mind.

And that's
Heart In a Bottle,

the latest from Hank Worell
on your Hit Country,

WTKJ FM.

Next up, news headlines,

including a grisly
multiple homicide
in Union County.

Plus, the start
of the Lincoln County Fair
this weekend,

and a road widening for
the proposed shopping center

off 501 has hit a snag.

But first, WTKJ News

is sponsored by Greene--
What's the matter?

Shh, shh. Be quiet.
What's wrong?

There's been some murders
over in Union County.
Now our top story.

This report just in.
Murders?

Four murders
are being investigated tonight

by the Union County
Sheriff's Department.

The execution-style slayings

occurred in the town
of Aberdeen.

The bodies of Tom Carter,
age 44,

his wife Lucille,
age 41,

and their two children,
ages 6 and 9,

were discovered dead
in their home this evening.

God.
Police Chief Ronnie Gale

said the victims
were shot in the head

with a .22 caliber weapon

after being tied up
and wrapped in plastic.

Authorities are on
the lookout for a male,

possibly driving
a late-model black pickup truck

in connection
with the murders.

In other local news,
the Union--

Jesus Christ.

What in the hell's
the world coming to?

It's crazy.
That shit is just crazy.

You hear that?
What?

Yeah, a suspect--

Shot.
black pickup truck
should be easy to pick up.

What kind of person
kills a child?

A sick bastard,
that's who.

It's wrong.

Well, let's get back
to work.

You okay?

There was
some murders tonight.

Oh, really?

Yeah, a whole family.

Wow.

Yeah. Husband, wife,
two little kids.

Wow. Did you know them?

No, no, I didn't.
But little kids, you know?

Yeah. Y-You have kids?

No, no, no.
The Lord didn't see fit
to bless us with any.

It's probably
for the best, though.

How about you?
Is there a Mrs. John?

There, uh, was.

She, uh

She passed away two years ago.

Oh, God. I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to--
No. No, no, no.

It's okay. It's okay.

She was a

She was a good woman.

You know what?

I think I will have
something to eat.

It gives me
the heebie-jeebies.
What's that?

Knowing there's some crazy
lunatic out there somewhere.

Shit, there ain't
no lunatics out here.

How's Frank these days?

Oh, he's Frank.
He got a job yet?

Yeah, he's employed full time
by the television.

I'm sure he'll
find something.

If he'll get off his butt.

You can kick his ass out.

Oh, I married him
for better or worse.

This is just
the worse part, I guess.

You could always leave him.

Yeah. Where would I go?
What would I do?

I'm just
some dumb waitress.

I don't know.
You could always
run away with me.

Now, what would Bobbie Sue
have to say about that one?

Bobbie Sue.

She likes you better
than she does me anyhow.

Speaking of which,

I guess I should get home
to the missus.

How much do I owe you?

Uh, 5.91.

Is that right?
Yeah.

Let me see. Uh

Let's see. 2.20 for the burger,
75 cents for the fries,

a buck 65 for the pie,

75 cents for the iced tea.

That's 5.55 plus tax.
Yeah, that's 5.91.

Well, damn, girl.

See? You're not
some dumb waitress.

Hell, you can count.

Oh, great.
I can count.

Well, you know,
that and a nickel would
get me a cup of coffee.

Cheer up, Noreen.

It's gonna get better.

I guess
it can't rain forever.

Sorry, mister.
Kitchen's closed.

Where's the nearest town?

Silver Lake.

But everything's
probably closed by now.

Silver Lake, huh?

What's after that?

Nothing but cows
and cornfields for hours.

Can I interest you
in a piece of pie

or a cup of coffee?

I have to think about that
for a little while.

Can I get you
something?

Yeah. Maybe a--
Maybe a steak.

Kitchen's closed.

Can I interest you
in some pie?

No.

We got the best pecan
this side of the Mason-Dixon.

When the fuck
did I ask you for pie?

Get me some coffee.

Yeah, sure thing.

Can you?

Hey, hey! We got a problem
out there?

Evidently, you can't hear.

The lady said
the kitchen's closed.

That means I'm not making
squat for anybody.

If you don't like it,
there's the door.

Hey, Noreen, sweetie,

I should get
my change and

Hmm?

Meet me in the back.

What's that?

Shh.

I'm just gonna get you
some coffee in the back.

Oh, uh

Getting late, Hank.

I'm gonna hit the head
before I head out.

Hey.

What's going on?

That man.

What man?

The one
that just came in.

I've got a bad feeling
about him.

Why?

Maybe that's him.

Him?

The one that killed
that family.

Oh, Noreen.

He doesn't look like
the serial killer type to me,

and I'm a police officer.

Just because you watch
America's Most Wanted
every night

don't make you an expert
on serial killers.

Whoa, whoa. Let's just--
Let's stop right there.

For your information,
America's Most Wanted
plays a critical part

in the apprehension of many
fugitives in this country.

It's important.

Lonnie.

Noreen, you're just jumpy,
that's all.

I am not.

Look, even if
he was the killer,
which, clearly, he is not,

he wouldn't stop in here
for a cup of coffee.

If he had a lick of sense,
he'd be a million miles away,

and he certainly
wouldn't be in this county.

All right.
And what if you're wrong?

I can't just go question a man
because you think he's weird.

You're the cop.

Go talk to him.
Talk to who?

Oh, my God. You scared
the shit out of me.

Geez.

We were just--
We were just talking.

What--
What can I get for you?

Some more coffee.

Yeah, sure.

He just wanted more coffee.
See? He just wanted
more coffee is all.

Sorry.

You okay?

Look like you saw a ghost.

Hey.

You all right?

That guy's got her spooked.

Well, maybe you oughta
go say something.

Who, me?

You're the one
with the badge.
Go do your job.

Excuse me.

Pardon me, mister?

Probably none of my business,
but I was just wondering,

what brings you here?

Here?

Oh, just our little
slice of heaven here.

What brings you
out this way?

That's none
of your business.

Oh, well, we're real friendly
around here.

We just-We like to get
to know the strangers
that come through town.

Just want to know,
that's all.

That a fact?
Yeah.

I just want
to be left alone.

Well, I can appreciate that.
I can appreciate that.

Can you?
Where you heading?

That's none of
your fucking business.

May I remind you that you're,
uh-you're talking
to an officer of the law,

and when you're
asked some questions,
I-I expect an answer.

Is that what you are,
an officer of the law?

That's right.
You wanna just take it down
a notch, friend?

I'm just asking
a few questions.

You're more like a deputy,
aren't you?

I am, in fact, a deputy.

Now listen,
I'm just here to ask you
a few questions.

That's all. I'm not here
to start any trouble.

Are you looking for trouble?
'Cause if you're looking
for trouble, I'm here.

I'm just looking
to be left alone,
like I told you.

I'll leave you alone
as soon as you answer
a few questions.

Fuck you.

God damn it!

I've had just about
enough of your mouth.

All right?
You walk in here
using that kind of language.

I won't tolerate it.

Now I need you
to answer some questions.

This conversation is over.

This conversation is not over,
God damn it.

I am an officer of the law.
You will tell me
what I want to know!

Hey, mister,
I'm talking to you!

Oh, yeah? How's this?

This might get your attention.
How's that? Huh?

Now you tell me right now
what you're driving!

Are you gonna shoot me,
Officer?

I know what to do with this!
You don't worry about that!

You just answer my questions!

You know, if you're gonna
take that thing out,

you'd better be
ready to use it.

I don't want to have to
ask you again, buddy.

You answer my questions
right now.

Mister!

God damn it!
How's that? Huh?

Lonnie.
How's that?

Lonnie.

Okay. Yeah.

Now we're getting somewhere.

I get you attention now?
Huh, tough guy?

I get your attention now?
Take another step.

You tell me
what you're driving.

Now you tell me what kind
of car you're driving!

I'm driving a truck.
A truck. A truck.

They said it was
a black truck.

I know. I know.

What color's your truck?

It's right out there.
Why don't you step outside

and see for yourself?

It's dark.

I mean,
it looks black from here.
It's red.

Would you help me out
here, Hank, huh?

All right.

It's red, so you say.

But we'll see about that.

This is awesome.

It's red.

Red?

Are you sure?

Well, I'm no Martha Stewart,
but I'm pretty sure

I can still tell the difference
between red and black.

The truck's red.

It's red.

It's red.

I'm sorry, mister.

I'm real sorry.
I mean

This has been
a real bad misunderstanding.

You see, we're looking
for a fellow in a truck.

There was-There was
a police report on the radio.

They're looking for a man
in a black truck.

What'd this man
in a black truck do anyway?

He killed some folks.

Did you see that?

That dude was fucking psycho.

Tell me about it.
Did you see his face?

Well, I think

that's about enough
excitement for one night.

Can I get
the check, please?
Yeah.

I'll be right back, okay?

Yeah, yeah, sure.

I feel like I should
come by here more often.

I didn't know you guys
had late-night entertainment.

You okay?

Yeah?

I'm just a little shaky.

Just breathe.

It's gonna be okay.

I don't think
he'll be coming back
anytime soon.

Oh, my God!

Oh!

Please.

Sit down.

Come here.

I want everybody's keys,

your wallets
and your cell phones

right on the table
right over there.

Everybody, right now.

You.

What?

Bring it over here.

Me?
Yeah.

Everything. Pick it up
and bring it over here.

Take everything out
and put it right here.

Is that it?

You sure that's it?

Okay. Go back
and sit down.

Man, come on.

Hey!

Are we having
a problem over there?

Jesus.

I said, are we having
a problem over there?

No. No problem.

Then sit the fuck down.

I thought you said
you gave me everything.

Don't fuck with me,
honey.

Yes, sir.

Go back and sit down.

Hey, jack-in-the-box.

Why don't you just walk
on over here right now?

See that guy
on the floor over there?

I want you
to drag him out.

Get it out where?

Wherever you want.

Just do it.

You're crazy.
I ain't touching that thing.

Do what I say!

I'll put a fucking hole
in you right now.

I can't do this, mister.
I'm gonna be sick.

Then be sick.

Drag him out
like I told you.

We're gonna die.

We're gonna die.

We're gonna die.

It's gonna be okay.
We're gonna die.

Billy, I'm so scared.

Shh. Don't say it.
Don't move.

Oh, shit.

Do you think
he's gonna kill us?

I don't know.

I'm really scared.

It's okay. Me, too.

I wish we could
do something.

Do you live close?

Yeah.

So your husband--
is he gonna miss you?

You know,
call the cops?

No.

Look, I figure he's got
eight bullets in that handgun,

maybe seven shells
in the shotgun.

How do you know that?

Honey carries a 1911,
standard eight rounds.

What are you,
a gun expert?

Sort of.

What are you saying?

I say we rush him.

What, are you crazy?

No, I ain't crazy.

There's five of us,
there's one of him.

Odds are he cannot
shoot us all.

Odds are he's gonna
shoot some of us.

Oh, God.
I don't want to die.

Look, he is gonna
kill us anyway.

At least if we rush him,
we got us a chance.

We don't know
what he wants.

Jesus Christ, you guys.

I ain't gonna sit around here
and wait to find out.

Are you with me?

No. No.
Why not?

Look, I'm a salesman.
I'm not a superhero.

What do you suggest
we do then?

Wait.

Wait for what? To die?
Fuck that.

Will you shut
that yakking over there?

Mister?

What?

I know you're scared.

Of what?

It's not too late.

Too late for what?

To stop all this
before it gets worse.

Please. Please.

Maybe I'd just sit over there
and play dumb.

Whoa.

Hey.

Hey, it's-it's me.
It's Greene.

You must be Mr. Smith.

You're the man with the gun.
Whoo!

Boy, howdy.

Nash told me you were
one coldhearted son of a bitch,

but, my God, I had no idea.

Hey, would you mind
not pointing that at me?
I don't like guns.

Hey!
Whoa!

Okay, not the friendly type.

I get it. You're working.

You're busy. No problema.

Yeah, well, since you're busy,

uh, I'll get right down
to business.

Is it done?
Is what done?

You know, the job.
Is it done?

What do you think?

Well, okay.

Then this, my friend,
is all yours.

It's all there.

You can count it
if you don't believe me, but

Yeah, so I guess we're square.

Well, it's been nice
doing business with you,
Mr. Smith,

and I doubt
I'll need your services
anytime in the future,

but I will
highly recommend you.

Oh, and I hate to overstate
the obvious, but, uh,

these people
have seen my face,

so you are gonna take care
of them, right?

Oh, yeah.

Okay. Well, I would love
to stick around

and watch you do your work,
but I got a date, so good night.

Hey!

Sit down.

Why?

Because I said so.

What for?
Sit down!

I-I don't understand
where you're coming from
here, buddy.

Sit down!

Look, is this some kind
of scam? Is that it?

Are you wanting more money
out of me?
I got your money.

No, because I don't have
any more money.

See, I was told you were a lot
more professional than this.

Yeah. And I don't know
what the hell you got
going on in here,

but you can damn well believe
that I am calling Nash

and I'm gonna tell him.
We got a big problem.

A problem? What--

What problem?

I ain't Smith.

All right. So you're--

you're not Smith.

And, uh,

you're not a cop, either.

Well, there was a cop
in here earlier,

but he's dead now,
'cause I shot him.

Okay.

You must
want something, right?

I mean, right?
Am I right?

Everybody wants something,
right?
Sure.

Okay, okay.
We're getting somewhere.
We're getting somewhere.

So, uh, what do you want?

The truth.

Okay, I'll tell you
whatever you want to hear.

Who's Smith?

Smith?
Yeah.

Smith, Smith. Yeah.
He, uh

I don't know.

You don't know
or you're not gonna tell me?

Which is it?

Could you just untie me?
Just let me go?

I'll pay you.

I already got your money!

I'll pay you more.

You said
you didn't have any more.

Now you're nothing
but a liar, Mr. Greene.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Okay, I'll tell you
anything you want to hear.

I'll tell you
what you want to hear.

The money in the case--
whose is it?
Where did it come from?

That, uh-That was
a business deal.

A business deal, huh?

Yeah.
What kind of business deal?

I don't think
I can do that.

I think you can.

I can't.

That's the wrong answer.

No. No. No. Come on.

Come on.
Let's talk about this.

Let's talk about it.

Look, I'll pay you.
I swear. I'll pay, man.

You know I'm good for it.

Please, boy.

I shouldn't be here.

I just should not be here.

This is not right.

Stupid convention.
I didn't want to go
in the first place.

My boss makes me--

We, like--

I should've just driven
straight home.

800 miles of road, and I stop
in this particular diner

on this particular night.

Just dumb luck.

I'm gonna die
in this godforsaken diner

in the middle of nowhere
for nothing.

Jesus Christ.

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm so-No, I'm sorry.

Sorry. Sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

It's not your fault.
It's just

bad luck my whole life.

For what it's worth,

I'm glad you did stop.

Who's Smith?

And where'd that money
come from?

I

I can't--
I can't tell you.

Oh, I think you can.
Ask me how come I know it.

Say, How do you know it?

How do you know

I'm gonna tell you

the answer
to the question?

'Cause I've seen it before.
I've been there before.

Hundreds of times.

Sooner or later,
you're gonna say everything.

Everyone always does.
You gotta ask yourself
a question, though.

How much pain
can you endure?

How much pain can you
endure, Mr. Greene?

I think you need a little bit
more than some of it.

No! Okay, okay!

Tell me what I want to know,
God damn it!

Don't do it, please!
No! I'll tell you!
Then say it!

Okay, I'll tell you,
I'll tell you, I'll tell you,
I'll tell you, I'll tell you.

I'll tell you everything.
package out of there, pal!

Okay, I'll tell you--

Okay, uh, what do you
want me to tell you?

Everything. Everything.
Okay. Everything?

Okay. Uh, wh-where do you
want me to start?

Well, the beginning's always
a good place. Try that.

Okay. Okay.

I'm-I'm a businessman.

This is all business, right?
Yeah.

So I own

some family land
out in Ensing County.

It's a couple hundred acres.
We're gonna build
a shopping mall there.

I'm donating the land.
My partners are putting up
the money.

Pretty sweet deal.

You know, it's perfect.

I could start printing
the money now.

I just needed to sell
one more piece of land.

One more big chunk of land

that was right where
the parking lot needed to be.

But the owner--

he decided he didn't
want to sell anymore.

So I offered him double,

triple what it was worth.

He still said no.

He wanted to be a farmer.

You know, cows
and chickens and shit.

I mean, who the hell wants
to be a farmer anymore?

Anyway,

without that land,

I'm screwed.

The deal stalled,

and I can't tell
my partners

'cause they'll kill me.

These guys are loan sharks.

They're screaming for money.

And when they get sick
of screaming for money,

they start asking
for fingers and toes.

Look, I'm--
I'm just a businessman.

I made a business choice.
I had to do something fast,

so I called an associate,
and he put me in touch
with a name.

Mr. Smith.

Smith.

Who is this Smith anyway?

I don't know.
What do you mean
you don't know?

I don't know.
I don't even have a number.

He--
He calls me.

What's he look like?
I don't know.

How the fuck should I know?
I talk to him on the phone.

This Smith-what exactly
is he gonna do for you?

He's going to persuade

the farmer

to sell his land.

He's he gonna do that?

I-I-I don't know
what his operation is.

You don't know?

No.

What did he do
to the farmer?

What-What does it
matter anyway?

Nothing to me.
What'd he do to the farmer?

Killed the farmer.

Ohh.

What else?

His wife.

Yeah? Is that it?

His kids.

If there's no heirs,

the land goes to the bank,

and I get a better deal.

That's the way it was, huh?

Yeah.

You're not gonna like
what's gonna happen to you next,

but you got it coming.

What?

What are you gonna do?

Hey, what are you gonna do?

No. Oh, God, please.

Please no.
Don't do this.

Let me go.

Let me go.

What?

You got
a big quandary here.

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about
that bag of money
on the counter over there.

So what?

So what?
That belongs to Smith.

What do you mean?

That means
one of you is Smith.

One of us?

He got here before I did,

and that means
it's one of you.

You goddamn idiot.

Do I look like
a professional killer to you?

I don't know.
Maybe you are.

Fucking nut bag.

How about you?
You a killer?

Yeah, if you count the wildlife
I run over with my car.

How can you be so sure?
Maybe he never showed up?

Nobody's gonna leave
a bag of money like that
behind, okay? Nobody.

How about these two?

How about you, college boy?

I'm no killer.

I'm an artist.

I'm gonna gun you first.

Why don't you decide for me?

I got a couple maybes here.
Maybe.

Maybe.

Which one of them is it?
Who's Smith?

Neither.

How do you know?

Hank's in here
a couple of times a month.

It can't be him.

Couple times a month, huh?

And because of that,
you think you know him
that well?

Not that well,
but he's not a killer.

How about him?

He isn't neither.

What if I make you guess?

What if I give you three seconds
on the clock?

I can't.

Who is it?

I can't.
Three.

I can't.
Two.

Please.
One.

Oh, my God.

Okay, wait, wait, wait.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

I-I'll talk.

I'll talk to you.

Hell, no. He volunteered.
Take him.

I don't care what he did.
I wanna talk to you first.

Let's go.

I just want to go home.

I know, I know.

Shh, shh, shh.

Be quiet. Be quiet, please.

it's going to be okay,
I promise.

Shh. Shh.

I don't want to die.

Shh.
You're not going to die.

Shh.

Look.

What?

He made a mistake.

he didn't handcuff him.

So?

So he's getting sloppy.

I-I have an idea.

I have to get his gun.

How are you
going to do that?

I got to get close to him.

I don't understand.

Look, just-You see what's
going on here, right?

He's gonna kill that hillbilly,

and then he's going to put
me in that chair next.

Oh, boy.

So I need you
to distract him.

Get him to turn his back
just for a second, okay?

How am I going to do that?

When I look at you,

I want you to scream
as loud as you can.

Get him to turn his back.

Then I'm going to go
for the gun.

Can you do that?

Yeah.

Yeah, I can do that.

Good.

Might as well
hold your breath.

I ain't no killer.

Says you.

So how's this going to go?

I'm going to ask you
questions,

and then you're
going to answer me.

Questions about what?

Questions about you.

There ain't nothing
special about me.

Everybody's special.

Each and every one of us

is a beautiful,
unique snowflake.

That's the stupidest shit
I've ever heard.

You saying I'm stupid?

Are you saying I'm stupid?
Is that it?

No, sir.

You're a soldier, aren't you?

I was.

You see any action?

Gulf war. Desert Shield.

I was in the shit.

What were you?

Gun bunny.

Pretty good view of the action.

The action I saw
was a bit different.

What was that, sir?

You could say I was
kind of a people person.

What about Iraq?
You make it over there?

I got out before that cluster.

Good for you.
What do you do now?

I drive a truck.

You married?

Yes, sir.

How long?

11 years.

11 years married.

What's your wife's name?

Her name's Mabel.

Mabel. What a sweet name.

She must be a good woman.

The best.

The best?

Do you love her?

What?

I say, do you love her,
soldier boy?

Of course I love her.

You wouldn't lie to me,
would you?

I told you I did.

You're a liar!
Look, mister,

I don't appreciate you
calling me a goddamn liar.

You ain't lying?

What's that?

Hmm? What is that?

It's your wallet, right?

What are you doing
with that in there?

You carrying around
someone else's condom?

Is that it? That belongs
to somebody else?

Is it yours or not?

Yes.

All right.

What do you do
with that damn thing?

You having sex with other
people besides Mabel?

You got what you want.
Can I go now?

Hell, no, you can't go.

Why? I done told you
everything you want.

Because I'm not through
with you yet.

I want to know
who these people are

that you've been
having sex with,

other than your wife
of 11 years.

This shit ain't
none of your business.

I'm making it my business.

I'm done talking.

Aah!

Oh, God!

All right, who was it, huh?

Who was it?

I don't know. I don't know.

You don't know,
or you're not going to say?

Which is it?

I don't know their names.

There's more than one, huh?
Who are they?

Prostitutes?

Some.

Where do you meet them?

Truck stops.

Gas stations.

Bathrooms, mostly.

You having sex with men?

Yeah. Yeah.

Why?

Because I like it! Aah!

Exciting, huh?

Yeah.

Better than with
your wife, huh?

Yeah.

Are you Smith?

God damn it.

Uhh-No.

I'll be anybody
you want me to be.

Just don't shoot me again.

Please don't shoot me again.

Are you Smith?

Yeah!

Yes, I'm Smith.

You ain't Smith.

Aah!

You killed
an innocent man.

That's the trouble
with aggressive
interrogation methods.

Sometimes you only end up
hearing what you want

instead of the truth.

He didn't deserve to die.

That's debatable.
He did serve a purpose,

as far as I'm concerned.

His purpose?

W-What was that?

Why are you doing this?

Is this some kind
of game to you?

Playing with people's lives
like this?

You got to separate the wheat

from the chaff.

What the hell
does that mean?

I read it in a book
somewhere

for people
who don't understand

the situation that they're in.

And what is my situation?

You're a good person.

You're, uh

just at the wrong place
in the wrong time, basically.

You can change it.

No, I can't.

You have the power
to change it.

No. Can't do it.

You can.

Please do the right thing

and just walk away
right now.

I've got a job.

It's a job
I'm going to finish,

and that's
the way it is.

A job?

A job? You--

You call torturing

and killing people
a job?

Why are you doing this?

What difference does it make?

It does. It helps to know.

Listen, if you want
to know the truth,

I'm telling you, honey,

I just came in here
to get something to eat.

Yeah.

But what happened--
all hell broke loose.

I snapped, and that's
the way it is.

And how it turned out
I can't turn back.

You, John, get up.

No.

Get up.

It's not him.

Get the fuck
out of the booth.

Hey, it's okay.

Stay there.

Get up.

Over there. Sit down.

Come on, get up.

Go ahead.

Go ahead.

Stop right there.

I ain't taking
any chances with you.

Baby.

I'm going to die.

Don't say that.

We're going
to fucking die.

We're going to die.

Get up.

Are you Smith?

Look, I am not Smith.

My name is Dixon.

Dixon?

Sure it is.

Listen, I'm in sales.

Really, I'm in sales.

Sales?
Yeah.

I mean really,
seriously, come on.

Do I look
like a killer to you?

Huh? Do I?

What makes you think
I'm a killer? Huh?

You're the only one left.

It ain't her,
that's for sure.

Please. Please.
I am not Smith.

If you're not Smith,
then you're no good to me.

Please, mister, stop.

Can't you see
he doesn't know anything?

Wait.

Sorry.

Are you Smith or not?

You know, I could tell you
I'm the Easter Bunny,

but it wouldn't mean shit.

But you're Smith.

Yes. I am Smith.

Now we're getting somewhere.

Yes, we are.

You killed that whole family.

Yes.

You're a professional killer.

Independent contractor.

Who do you work for?

Not your business.

I can male it my business,
and I can make you tell me.

I don't think so.

I'm very good at my job.

I'm sure you are.

Doesn't matter.

Can't tell you that.

Certainly by now, you know
I'm trained to do this.

Yeah. You've been talking
about it all night.

Ex-military, right?
Yeah.

Interrogator, right?
Yeah.

I know your type.

Professional?

Sadistic fuck.

Yeah.
And you, uh,

you worked for
the government, right?

Fucking figures.

Human resource exploitation.

Scored real high on that one.

Yeah.
A sick mind for a sick job.

That's what
the government said

right before they
shit-canned me.

Oh, they dumped you?

Personality disorders.

Said I was mentally
unfit for service.

15 years of doing
their dirty work,

and that brass just hung me
out to twist in the wind.

Too bad.

Got two fucking years
in prison.

That's what happened to me.

No gold watches.
No pension plans.

Fuck-all I got.

That's a fucking shame.

I, uh, sorry to disappoint
you, you know,

but I'm still not
going to tell you

what you want to know.

I can make you tell me
anything I want.

I'm very good at what I do.

You know what I think?

I think you'll get tired of
trying and just kill me,

so let's just cut
the bullshit, all right?

I'll tell you this.

The people I work for--
family.

Very powerful family

with connections
everywhere.

Kill me and you open up
a whole world of shit,
my friend.

You and I, we're very much
alike, you know that?

I'm sorry
to disappoint you again,

but you and I
are nothing alike.

I kill for money.

It's a job--
nothing more, nothing less.

You kill because, you know,
you're loony-tunes.

Look, you're going to
kill me, right?

Let's just get on with it.

Really, I can't take
much more of this talking.

You're not afraid to die?

No. I'm not.

I am afraid you're going
to keep talking, though.

What? Is something wrong?

If I take the money--

I'll kill you
and keep the money,

then what's going to happen?

Your people will
hunt me down and kill me.

If I don't kill you
and I take the money,

then you're going to come
after me, right?

Yeah.
That sounds about right.

You know what?
You could--

You could just give me
the money and go.

And you'd
forget all about me?

No. But you'd have
a big head start.

It's a big country.

I might never find you.

How about splitting the money?

Why don't we split it?

Honestly?

Yeah.

I'd still hunt you down
and kill you.

Why not cut your losses?

Take half the money,
then you'll live to spend it.

Because
I'd only be half happy.

But you'd have your health.

You know what?

I don't expect you
to understand this

because, you know,
you're a homicidal lunatic,

but it's the principle
of the thing.

I did a job.
I earned my money.

I expect to get paid.
All of it.

It's a tough choice.

Yeah, it's a pickle.

I do not envy you.

What would you do
if you were me?

What? If I
were in your position?

Yeah, what would you do?

I wouldn't
be in your position.

Not that your position
is so much better.

I guess
it's a matter of opinion.

Is that what you think?

You know what I'm thinking?

I'm going to tell you
something.

Here's what I'm thinking.

I'm thinking you're
having a very bad day

in what's probably
a very bad life.

You walked in here, you get
your ass handed to you
by Barney fucking Fife,

and then you, you know,
you snapped.

You start killing people.

Why? I don't know.

I'm not a psychiatrist.

But you're in too deep now.

You're in over your head.

You're screwed,
and you know it,

so you're thinking,
you know, about the money--

Maybe I can take the money
and go to Mexico,

put all this behind me,
you know.

Live on the beach,
sip tequila shots,
and watch the sun set.

But the truth
of the matter is

your troubles
are just beginning.

You can kill me,

but my people are like
a fucking Hydra.

You cut off one head,
and two more pop back up.

You will never stop running.

You'll never hide.

They will find you,

and they will slowly
but surely kill you.

I mean, that's what I think.

I calls 'em like I sees 'em.

I can't have you
talking to the cops

or talking to your friends.

If I kill everybody,

no one's ever even
gonna know I was here.

Fuck.

What balls.

I thought you called
yourself a professional.

You're nothing
but a fucking amateur.

Yaah!

Uhh

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Thank God.

I killed him.

You didn't have a choice.

Is he really dead?

Yeah.

I can't believe
I killed him.

No, it was him or you.

It's okay.

Hey, you know what?
These are starting to hurt.

Could you unlock them?

Keys are over there.

You got the key?

No.

What?

I can't.

You can't what?

I can't let you go.

Noreen.

I know who you are.

I would never hurt you.

I promise.

You're going to kill me
first chance you get.

All right. Okay.

Okay. So now what?

Now what? You're going
to turn me in?

Make a citizen's arrest?

Yes.

I wouldn't do that
if I were you.

Why not?

You think the cops
can protect you? Huh?

You'll never be safe.

Don't move.

I'm not going to jail.

Hold it right there.

What? Are you
going to shoot me?

Don't make me.

I don't think you will.

Oh, I will.

I don't believe you.

And how do you know?

Mostly because the way
you're holding that gun.

I will. I swear it.

I don't think you have it
in you, Noreen,

to intentionally kill
another person, a human being.

You're not the kind of person
who stands up for herself.

You know.

You don't know me.

You don't anything
about me.

Well,
I know enough about you.

I know you've been stuck
in a dead-end marriage

four or five, ten years,

and you don't have
the guts to leave.

Shut up.
Right?

You've been working
in this godforsaken place

for I don't know how long,

serving rednecks,
making slave wages.

No job satisfaction.

Retirement?

And you still don't have
the guts to go, do you?

Shut up!

So no.

I don't think you have
the guts to pull the trigger.

Stop.

I will shoot you.

Put the gun down, Noreen.

Don't come any closer!

Put the gun down.

I will shoot.

God damn it,
put the gun down, Noreen!

Stop!

Stop.

Stop.

I mean it.
I mean it, really.

Please.
Shut up.

You know what?

I don't actually think you have
any bullets in that thing.

What?

I-I mean, I think
you're holding an empty gun.

No, I'm not.

Okay.

Okay. Let's see. Um, let's
think about this, okay?

You and me, we'll
just think about it.

How many shots were fired?
Seven?

Eight?

Oh, I don't know.

In all the confusion,
I kind of lost count.

And I'm a professional.

You're just
a fucking stupid waitress!

You know what?

You know what?

You're right.

I am just a stupid waitress.

I have a crappy,
pathetic life.

I am terrified of change.

I stay when I should go.

I'm not very smart.

And I will probably never
be truly happy.

But I know one thing
that you don't.

Oh, really? What's that?

I can count.

Huh?

One for the tall man,

two for Hank,

three for the kids

one for the ceiling.

Seven bullets.

That leaves one for you.

Every step
I take a breath

And hope
that I start running

When my heart
can leave the ground

If I could see
how things could be

Beyond this life
that I'm livin'

I might find
what need be found

Stuck in my mad thoughts
in my head

Are all the dreams
I've borrowed

Faded light of yesterday

If I could
crack the glass

And leave this broken
life I've borrowed

Maybe I could get away

And find a way
to heal this sorrow

And time
to let me breathe

I'm waiting
for a new tomorrow

When I can finally be

The one I need

Don't know
what's inside of me

But I want to find out

The only one I need

I try to fly
and not to cry

And crawl and fall
down through it

Seems to be there
all the time

And there's some things
I'm won't say

And I won't do
and I won't follow

But it's time
to cross that line

And find a way
to heal this sorrow

And time
to let me breathe

I'm waiting
for a new tomorrow

When I can finally be

The one I need

The only one I need

Got to find a way

To change my luck,
change my fate

You know,
it's not too late

Not to run
and not to hide

To find the truth
inside of me

Find a way
to heal this sorrow

And get me
time to breathe

I'm betting
on my own tomorrow

When I'm the only one

The one I need