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Dear Red Shoes, you want the truth about love.

Well, I'll tell you.

Love is hard and savage.

It's for desperados and outlaws.

And those who can find a way to believe in it at the strangest points in time.

I'm a bounty hunter.

I track down criminals and bag them for a fee.

It was somewhere between Morrisville and Stratford when I got him clearly in my

sight.

Oliver Dunbar, white male, 28.

No distinguishing marks or scars, except for the pair of tattoos on both his

arms.

Wanted for fraud and robbery by the state of California, not to mention

women of serious wealth.

Wanted most, though, by a Miss Francine thief of San Francisco.

says Dunbar seduced her.

When she finally came to her senses, she was almost a hundred grand short.

Merry Mother of God.

You know, you're never going to get a ride out here now.

Not with the storm coming and all.

Around here, people just run and hide for cover with the flooding and

everything.

Look, I'm serious. We get some bad lightning out here.

Just last week, we had a storm up from Morango.

Old mammy, since she was over there, planting her spring tomatoes.

Damn, this thing happened.

Out of the sky comes this bolt of lightning and just... Boom! Zam!

I mean... All that was left was a pile of ashes.

Oh, and her green rubber gardening gloves standing straight up and all.

Look, would you like to come inside? I'll...

Fix you anything you want on the house.

Cup of coffee, uh... Suck a dash, some beans, maybe?

Anything.

Look, my car broke down about four miles back.

So... Where's the nearest gas station?

I'd say, uh... About 25 miles.

I'd take you there myself, but my car's in the back. It's broke.

Look, you can stay out here if you want, but you should come inside and stay

warm. I'll fix you a cup of coffee, whatever you want.

Besides, anyway, the highway patrol usually gets here about 6 o 'clock to

sure everything's okay and all.

I mean, you could use the phone, but it's broke, too.

You like pie?

Yeah, I like pie.

Good. I love pie. I make it myself.

Sometimes when I can't sleep, I wake up at the crack of dawn, start beating

those eggs.

Beats counting sheep.

We got apple pie.

We got strawberry rhubarb.

We got lemon chiffon.

And we have the house specialty.

Because I made it myself.

Cherry berry berry.

All right.

Good choice.

You're going to like this pie.

Can I get you some coffee?

Sure.

What do you think?

It's all right.

It's just all right?

Just all right?

I'll have you know that this is my great -grandmother Winifred's favorite

recipe. This is three generations of love and care that went into making this

pie, so it can't just be all right.

It's fucking great.

Not very talkative, are you?

So, where are you headed?

Now?

Yeah, now.

The ladies' room?

Well, you're in luck.

That way.

It's about the only thing that ain't broke.

Did you say something?

You know, it's kind of unusual to see a woman like yourself dressed this way,

hitching a ride with a trucker.

Why is that?

Well, I don't mean to be out of line, but most of the women that dress like

are prostitutes.

I mean, you're not one, are you?

Well, what if I was?

It just ain't my thing.

What is your thing?

Bacon pies.

What is that there?

The key to your heart?

Bounty bitch told us not to touch her shit.

My ex used to have one of those.

I know.

So what's she gonna do if she finds out?

Check this out, man.

This is crazy.

I have been on his tail for three months now, watched every move

he's made.

There have been a thousand times I could have collared him.

And why didn't I?

Because dot, dot, dot.

Because dot, dot, dot.

I think I'm kind of falling for him.

Jesus Christ.

Lightning scares the hell out of me.

When I was a kid, my mom used to tell me that this angel was blowing up Jesus by

mistake in heaven.

But I never used to listen to her.

I've never been afraid of lightning.

No?

Is there anything that scares you?

Nope.

What are you doing?

Cabot.

Lock the door at six.

Turn the time.

Close the blinds.

What about the car?

Oh, Henry?

He just comes by and checks the door to see if it's locked.

When I was expecting you, I just didn't expect you to be so beautiful.

But I knew that if I waited, one day you'd show up in my life.

Now here you are.

The girl of my dreams.

The fucking horny bitch.

She's got a crush on this fucking weasel.

This guy's gonna sweet -talk her into letting him go, and we will not get our

cut.

We are fucked.

Now, get up.

Get up!

Oh, Francine sent you, didn't she? I bet you she told you I stole her money,

too, right?

I don't ask questions. Get up!

All right, all right, all right, all right.

Easy on my throat.

They pay, and I deliver. Now, turn around.

Hands behind your head.

Your other hand.

All right!

Don't move.

Walk. Jesus.

Walk. I'm moving, motherfucker.

It means we're married, huh? Shut up.

Give me your hand.

I knew I should have made you pay for those pies.

Even then, you probably wouldn't have hit me.

I got you.

Ooh.

Better than the cherry berry.

You know, I'm disappointed, Oliver.

I was hoping for more of a challenge.

You know something, honey?

So was I.

Don't be so rough.

I might not be so nice this time.

Let's play a little game.

You like to play games, don't you? What do you got in mind?

Huh?

You'll see.

Cover yourself.

You gotta be kidding me.

Do I look like I'm kidding?

Look from there.

Key to your heart.

What, you want to play?

Come here.

Sorry, honey.

Jesus Christ, fuck you, asshole! Come on, uncuff me!

Fuck!

Come on, baby, don't let me down.

Come on, baby.

You are a dreamer.

For a reason.

You know, under different circumstances,

I think we might have been able to take this somewhere.

I mean, I know you must think I'm a piece of shit for what I did to those

and all, but... Look, pal, the last thing I want to talk about is our women.

Jeez, will you just listen to me for a minute?

What I'm trying to say is...

That living out here, you know, I haven't had sex in almost three weeks.

I know what you're thinking, but it's kind of like my own 12 -step program.

You know, I like sex, and I like money.

Sex and money.

And I know it sounds kind of crazy, but lately I've just been putting all my

energy into making pies.

I know it sounds crazy, but I kind of like it, you know.

That whole being domestic is kind of appealing.

I mean, do you ever think about it?

Having a cottage out in the country, in Mexico, planting a garden,

maybe even taking up bird watching.

Look, what I'm trying to say is that I'm trying to change.

I swear, I'm trying to change.

That's bullshit.

All of that is bullshit.

Bullshit? Yeah.

You're talking to me about bullshit?

Emma, honey, you're the biggest goddamn bullshitter I've ever met.

This whole hard -as -ass nails attitude you got is bullshit.

I mean, you could have busted me the second you walked into this cafe, but

didn't. Why?

I'll tell you why.

Why? Because you saw something in me.

You mean a beautiful whore?

Yeah, I did.

Oh, yeah, okay. Oh, that's real funny.

What I'm trying to say is... What?

What?

I know it sounds crazy but I could.

Bullshit.

Dunbar.

Where's your manager?

Do your flyer, for Christ's sake. There's no lady present.

Okay, bye.

Francie.

Why don't you look beautiful today?

But then you always look beautiful.

You fucker.

I didn't fuck her.

When will you learn to stop lying to me?

50 ,000 COD.

Love and money.

Money and love.

When push comes to shove, I think I'd rather have a new Porsche.

Wouldn't you?

October 23rd. I found out today that Francine Seif did not press charges

Oliver Dunbar.

Nor did she ever have any intention of doing so.

She got him out of the country, away from the law.

They are now living together on an island just off Belize.

I hope she got what she wanted. After all, she paid for it.

It's tough stuff, Stella.

It's maybe too tough.

I wonder if she ever felt anything at all for him.

I wonder what it is that made her turn a man.

If you ask me...

I think it was because he used the same line on her that he used on all the

other women. She just couldn't stand it.

Or maybe it was the money.

It's a dog -eat -dog world, Stella.