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I was once a shameless, full-time dope fiend.

Yeah, me, Bob. This sweet mother's son.

Me and my crew robbed drugstores.

I had done them all, up and down the Pacific Northwest,

with pharmacies opened or closed.

It didn't matter. Except for technique.

But don't get the idea it was easy.

It's hard being a dope fiend. And it's even harder running a crew.

Dianne was my wife.

I loved her.

Man, did she love dope.

So we made a good couple.

Whenever I got out of the joint I always ended up with Dianne.

Rick was my sidekick. My muscle.

He was no novice to the life of crime.

His record showed a steady climb

from juvenile offender to small-time thief.

He was gonna do just fine.

Nadine was Rick's old lady.

A counter girl he picked up during one of our jobs.

She was a piece of work.

She had no record. Just a smile that caught us all a little off guard.

I was the undisputed leader then.

I carried the whole goddamn outfit on my back like it was my own newborn son.

But I guess, deep down,

I knew we could never win.

We played a game we couldn't win...

to the utmost.

- Good morning. I like your hat. - Good morning.

- Do you have wintergreen gum? - I'm sorry. I don't think we carry that.

Hey!

Hey! Come out here! This lady's having a fit! Hey!

Come on, she's bouncing all over the place!

Come on!

I think she might swallow her tongue.

Look at that. She's turning blue!

Excuse me. Are you too busy to take some money for cough syrup?

Just a minute, ma'am.

Wait a minute, man. She's foaming here.

I need an ambulance. A woman is having an epileptic seizure.

- So how'd we do? - Eh, so-so.

Are you sure you're okay?

- Hey! Let's go. Come on. - Do you think they believed me?

Hurry up.

- I told you to walk, not crawl. - You said walk and that's what we did.

Yeah, I said walk, but I didn't mean to go window-shopping.

Goddamnit, Bob.

Why do you gotta fix in the car?

Can't you wait till we get home like everybody else?

Shut up and watch your driving.

Christ. Look at this traffic up here. Shit.

We gotta get home. Idiot, move over!

After any kind of drug haul, everyone in the crew indulged.

I laughed to myself as I pictured blues or Dilaudid in such great amounts

that the spoon would literally be overflowing.

Upon entering my vein, the drug would start a warm itch

that would surge along until the brain consumed it in a gentle explosion

that began in the back of the neck and rose rapidly

until I felt such pleasure that the whole world sympathized

and took on a soft and lofty appeal.

Everything was grand then.

Your worst enemy, he wasn't so bad.

The ants in the grass, they were just, you know, doing their thing.

Everything took on the rosy hue of unlimited success.

You could do no wrong.

And as long as it lasted, life was beautiful.

Goddamn it!

Oh, screw you, buddy. Move over.

Where'd you get your goddamn license?

Shithead!

All right, now, everybody just act cool. Like we just got back from church.

Has anybody seen my lighter?

So, I was working for this guy Al Valdez.

And he had this great idea.

You just put shit on it, and water.

Only, he always got loaded.

- Nadine? - Give me the same as Rick, I guess.

I don't think so.

- Why not? - Nadine, you can't shoot no goddamn blue.

Give her half of one, Bob.

That'll keep her in the crapper all afternoon.

Goddamnit. I was in there just like you. I ought to get the same as everyone else,

even if I can't shoot it all right now.

That ain't the way things work around here, Nadine.

I mean, you don't do shit.

It's me that's taking the big risk.

What about Dianne? She didn't do anything either.

Really?

That what you think? Don't give her a goddamn thing, Bob.

Just kick her out in the street where we found her.

No, no. Fair is fair.

You want your fourth. You got it, Nadine.

But I ain't taking on no apprentices and giving them a full end of my thing.

You take it...

and you get out.

Nadine, just take your half a blue, shoot it, and go puke a while.

Shh.

Everybody just act cool. Nadine, pick up-- Come on! Pick up the drugs.

Rick, get your gun. Get in the bedroom. Back me up.

It's David. It's just David. David, what do you want?

I just want to see you for a minute, Bob. Come on, let me in.

- You alone? - Hell yes, I'm alone.

Did you think I brought my rat-faced granny along to hold my hand?

David, you're an asshole.

What the hell, pard? Have you finally gone completely crazy or something, man?

What the fuck do you want?

- What are you holding? - I ain't holding diddly, small-fry.

I was just thinking about going by your place

to see if you had any speed.

Yeah, well, I got some speed.

Really? Cool.

Come on in. Fucker.

What's up, Rick?

- All right. - So you got speed?

- What kind of speed you got? - I've got crystal methedrine.

This shit is good, man.

I've been up all night on the stuff.

Here, man. Try one on the house.

How much of this shit you got on you right now?

I got 10 grams.

All right, let me talk to Dianne.

Why don't you sit back and watch a little TV?

All right.

Baby?

This kid out here says he's got speed.

What do you want that goddamn speed for? You know how ringy it makes you?

I know, but listen. What night is it tonight?

It's Saturday night, right?

Let's get some speed, we'll fix up,

then we'll go hit that big pharmacy. You know the one.

Right next to the unemployment office.

Babe, you know how these things go. It's like a crap game.

When you're hot, you shoot everything. You shoot the works.

When you're cold, you lay off a bit.

Right now, baby, I'm so hot, I'm burning up all over.

All right, buster.

If you're so goddamn hot,

why don't you lay me down on the bed right now and make love to me?

- Come on, Dianne. You know what I mean. - Yeah, I know what you mean.

- So did you watch I Spy last night? - No. I watched Outer Limits.

I'm hot to steal.

Shit, we could do that anytime. Come on.

Besides, we got company.

So, like, Dave, do you think you could get me a TV?

- Yeah, I could get you a TV. - Color.

- Yeah, but what could you do for me, man? - How about some valium, man?

Look like you could use it.

- Ten milligrams, 60 valiums. - That's cool.

Well, listen.

Don't tell Bob.

I won't tell Bob. Fuck that guy.

Hey, twerpy, we're gonna fix you up now.

Hey, man, you guys got any blues?

Blues? Me? Hell, no.

You know how hard it is to get blues these days, David.

- How about some morphine? - I got some good old morphine.

What'd you get, man? Morphine sulfate?

You know, you're crazy, man, 'cause I can't even read a stop sign

when I'm on that crap, my eyes get so far out of focus.

Besides, I'm not trading no uptown crank for no downtown trash.

What can I say, David? That's all I got. That's all I can give.

That's bullshit, man.

You guys think I'm dumb. I'm not as dumb as you think I am.

Hey, David? Too bad we couldn't do business, pal.

All right, man. Fuck.

I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean any of that.

It's all right.

So how many quarter grains of that morphine are you gonna give me for this?

I'll hit you with nine quarters per package.

And that just 'cause I'm feeling good.

And because you're a real stand-up dude, I'll take all ten grams from you.

Ten grams? All right, that's nine apiece.

- Nine times ten is-- - It's 75.

- Yeah, 75. - It's 75.

It's 90, Bob.

Yeah, Bob, that's 90.

Hey, Bob, how much do you want for her? How much of this for her?

How much of this to you want for the foxy female?

Hey, what do you think I am, some kind of closet pimp?

I've never heard of such a violation of women's rights in all my life.

David, just out of curiosity,

how many bags of speed would you give me for this girl?

- I-- I don't know-- - You little twerp.

You touch me and I'll knock your block off.

- She's mean, man. - All right, all right.

Let's finish this deal.

Pick up your stuff, David, and go. We've got some things to do.

All right. Sorry, Dianne.

- Here, Bob. - Yeah.

- All right, man. - All right, thanks.

See ya.

All right, you guys have a good evening.

Next time you step in the middle of one of my deals

to help me with my arithmetic,

I'll sell you to the first one-eyed carnival freak I can find

for a pack of chewing gum.

Look at me, babe. I'm hysterical.

Sorry, Bob.

Just try to remember.

Was it a down collar, a scoop-neck, or what?

It was a blouse.

I really don't remember.

Dianne, have you gone crazy or something?

Dianne, what the fuck are you doing?

What, are you on glue or something? Dianne, look.

We ought to be out working, man. I know this hospital up on the coast.

I know it's a virgin. I know it is.

This place has got security zero.

I bet they got coke, man.

All those hospitals, they always hold big-time coke.

You're crazy, Bob.

Man, we just pulled off the best score we make in months,

and off you trot looking for more.

You don't know when to take a break.

Come on, Bob.

You know me.

I can't stand to go on forever like this.

Come on.

Just take me in the bedroom, and just hold me for a while.

What do you want me to hold you for? Look, Dianne,

- we ought to be out cracking. - I thought you loved me.

- Why don't we just-- - You won't fuck me,

and I always have to drive.

Why don't we just head up to that hospital right now,

and see if we can't make it up there before it gets daylight out.

I mean, babe--

You're just gonna flip out when you see this one, man.

I mean...

I can just see all those colored bottles of pills

that hospital's holding for me right now.

Up against the wall.

- Come on, up against the wall. - Don't give me any shit, man.

Shut up.

Check the other room. Check the other room.

All right, you two, turn around.

I just said the other day, "It looks like Bobby Hughes

finally slowed down," and bang, you knock off another pharmacy.

- Bullshit, man. - You gotta expect me to drop by.

- I didn't hit no drugstore in years. - Bullshit!

Look, man. You're not gonna find nothing.

I'm calling my lawyer. I'm sure he can straighten this thing out.

- Look at me. Do I look like I'm using? - You piece of shit.

That's real nice, Bob. Looks like you're hooked to the gills.

- You got a warrant? - Yeah, I got a warrant.

I got it pasted on the end of one of these slugs.

You give me any more shit, and I'll give you a good, close look at one of them.

Whoa. Heavy, man.

You guys been reading too much Mickey Spillane?

You don't seem to understand, Bobby.

Hey, not those clubs. Those are my Ben Hogans, man.

Why you gotta mess with the clubs?

So, what are you hitting these days?

- I got my handicap down around eight. - Eight?

Bullshit. Where do you play?

Mayfield. I hit a 75 last time I was out there.

I don't play those public courses, greaseball.

Mayfield is for pussies, and that's why you have an eight handicap.

How am I supposed to play if my clubs are all broke? Come on, man.

Have a heart.

Break two more and then leave the fucking clubs alone.

- All right? - Thanks, man.

Dianne, you haven't gone and hid the drugs

in some stupid place like the frosted flakes again, have you?

I don't know what the hell you're talking about, fuckwad.

Jesus. How old is she? Is she over 18?

- Twenty-two. You're 22 years old, right? - Twenty-two.

Twenty-two.

It's lucky for you.

Okay, kiddies, here's how it's coming down.

You can just tell us where the drugs are and save yourself a whole lot of trouble.

Or you can sit there with your mouths shut,

and we're gonna tear this place apart, board by board.

Now, how's it gonna be?

Man, I love cops.

If there were no hot-shit cops like Gentry around,

the competition would be so heavy there'd be nothing left to steal.

Right?

All right.

You two take the car.

Get an apartment.

All right, Bob.

Get something over on the west side.

We haven't hit nothing over there in weeks.

- Should be pretty cool by now. - Okay, Bob, I will.

- Don't mess it up. - I'm not gonna mess it up.

Just relax.

Dianne and I are going over to my mother's house to get some new threads.

Something nice.

- Oh, Lord. - Hi, Ma.

It's my dope-fiend thief of a son and his crazy little nymphomaniac wife.

Hey, Ma.

Please tell me what I did to deserve this.

Never knowing when there's gonna be a knock on my door

telling me my baby's dead.

Green, with an overdose.

Shot by a mad pharmacist or run over by a car

while fleeing from police pursuit.

Why me?

You don't happen to have those clothes

I left last time I was sent to the joint, do you?

I threw that away. I thought you were never gonna get out.

Ma, how could you think that?

He is a thief and a dope fiend, and that is more important to him than I am.

If you say so, Ma.

He can go to prison. He likes it there anyway.

Don't you, Robert?

Why do you hate Bob and I so, Ma?

What have we ever done to make you hate us so?

I don't hate you, Dianne.

And I don't hate Robert either.

And the good Lord knows that to be the truth.

I truly feel pity for you both.

You are grown up now, and yet you still act as children

who wanna do nothing but run and play.

You cannot run and play all your life, Dianne.

Is there anything else of yours up there?

If there is, just give it away. I can always get more.

Oh, to be sure. You'll just go steal some more.

Yeah, 61, can you pick up a fare, southeast locale?

Shut up!

So, this is our new home.

Yeah, Bob.

Why do they call it Josephine?

I don't know. The guy that rented it to me is named Dale.

Maybe Josephine sounds better.

The last time I dropped acid I decided to make a self-portrait.

Groovy, isn't it?

Yeah.

I can just see all those bottles of pills that hospital is holding for me right now.

...our stereo buy of the month.

You can choose any of these great systems--

Hot dog.

Bob, speaking of dogs, do you think that Rick and I could get a little pup?

Just a little something to hold and pet when you guys are gone?

No.

No. No. No fuckin' dogs.

- Why, Bob? What do you got against dogs? - Look, no fucking dogs, and that's final!

Why don't you tell them what happened to the last one we had, Bob?

Dianne, if you want them to know so much, why don't you tell them?

I don't wanna discuss it.

We had a dog once.

His name was Panda.

Cutest little pup you ever did see.

That little guy used to follow Bob wherever he'd go.

Anyway, what happened was, the police were after us during a raid

on a drugstore in the city.

Little Panda got out of the car and ran away.

We looked everywhere for him, but there just wasn't any time.

The heat was on us and we had to get out of there.

We thought the little guy got hit by a car or something.

But no.

Police had him.

Somehow they knew he was our dog.

They followed him all the way home.

He led them to us.

They put us in jail.

And they put little Panda to sleep.

For a brighter coat, whiter teeth, and a more even disposition,

there should only be one choice: rich gravy, no cereal, gravy--

Nadine, do you have any idea what you've done to us

by just mentioning dogs in our home?

No. What'd I just do?

- You have no idea? - No, I don't, Bob.

What'd I do?

You just put a 30-day hex on us, that's what you did.

Our luck just flew out the window for the next 30 days.

We got a calendar so we'll know when this hex ends?

What month is it, anyway?

Jesus, Bob.

You never told us anything about not mentioning dogs.

The reason nobody mentioned dogs, Rick, is because just to have mentioned a dog

would have been a hex in itself.

Well, now that we're on the subject,

are there any other sacred things we're not to mention

that are gonna affect our future?

Yeah, as a matter of fact, there are.

And we might as well discuss them now,

being as we're shut down for the next 30 days.

Hats, okay? Hats.

If I ever see a hat on a bed in this house,

man, like, you'll never see me again.

- I'm gone. - That makes two of us.

Why a hat?

Because that's just the way it is, sweetie.

And there's mirrors. Never look at the back side of a mirror.

Because when you do, it'll affect your future,

because you're looking at yourself backwards.

No. You're looking at your inner self.

And you don't recognize it because you've never seen it before.

Anyway, you can freeze into motion your future,

and that can be either good or bad.

In any case, we don't want to take any chances.

But the most important thing

is the goddamn hat.

Goddamn hat on the bed is the king of them all.

Hell, that's worth at least, what, 15 years bad luck?

Or even death.

And I'd rather have death, 'cause I couldn't face no 15-year hex.

Relax, honey.

Let's go lay down a while.

You've been on the go for days now. This 30-days thing ain't gonna kill us.

Don't let it get you down, Bob.

Sometimes bad luck can be good luck.

I mean, think of all the times we had a flat tire

or engine trouble or something,

and we got to our score late, thinking it was bad luck,

only to find out for some reason it was good luck.

Know what I mean?

Hell, I can't figure it out.

I just know, from years of experience,

the things to look for

and the signs and...

You know what it's like? It's like who's ever managing such things

is saying, "Go out there and get it.

It's there for the taking, kid.

Everything's free this week. I'll let you know when your time's up."

Gotta see the signs.

Hell.

All you gotta do is look for the signs.

Shit. Sorry, babe.

Sorry about that, babe.

So, what's going on?

Look, why don't we just go in there,

we plant some stuff on them, we drag them on in. It works all the time.

I'll tell you why not.

'Cause I don't wanna get Bob Hughes on no bullshit possession beef.

That's all we're gonna get him on unless we catch him cold,

on his way home from a score. You know that.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Who is it, Bob? - I don't know.

I thought you knew.

- Hi. - Did I wake you up?

- No, no, no. - No.

We were awake, weren't we, Rick?

Well, I don't know what to think.

I saw this sinister-looking man with a ladder

creeping around outside my bedroom window.

I know that I wouldn't be able to sleep a wink

if I thought there was some crazy sex maniac running around.

Well, well, well. Now, you just relax.

We'll go down there and check it out immediately.

- Oh, thank you very much. - Yeah, we'll check it out

- as soon as we can. - Oh, good night.

Good night.

- Good night. - Good night.

Good night. Bye-bye.

What the hell is she doing up at 2:00 in the morning?

It's Gentry.

Yeah.

I bet he followed us when we moved.

That son of a bitch.

Yeah.

Well, I guess we'll have to teach him a little lesson, huh?

"The reason you can never get Bob Hughes for possession of narcotics is

that he has an arrangement with the guy that lives on the north side of him.

They have a line running between their houses--

...and Bob signals the guy when he wants the stuff.

The next-door neighbor puts it on a string,

and Bob pulls over what he needs and leaves the rest in the other house,

where you can never find it."

- Bye, Daddy. - Bye-bye.

- Excuse me. You got a second? - Yeah?

- You live here, right? - Yeah.

I live next door. I know it's none of my business--

What do you suppose he has in that sack?

You think it might be junk?

One thing I am positive of, it's not his goddamn lunch.

About 2:00 this morning I look out my window,

and sure enough, there the guy is, a big, ugly son of a bitch.

He's wearing a long, dark raincoat, and he's standing

on top of his ladder, looking in your upstairs windows.

He's got one hand underneath his raincoat.

From where I was standing, I gotta tell you, it looked kind of sick.

I'll shoot the son of a bitch right in the balls.

Now, hang on a second, mister.

You see the way they talk to each other, all the gestures?

They got something going on. They ain't just casual acquaintances.

I can see that.

You know, for a second there,

it looked like that big guy was gonna jump on Hughes and stomp his guts out.

I would have liked to seen that.

Okay, I know what you guys are thinking.

"What's old Bob got me into this time?" Let me tell you.

This is gonna be something. You guys are gonna love this.

Dianne, where you going?

I'm just gonna go get my cigarettes, Bob.

All right, hurry up. You're not gonna want to miss this one.

- Rick, where you going? - Just getting a beer, Bob.

All right, don't come crying to me when you miss out.

Okay. Shh. Here they come. There's two of them.

Come here. Come over here!

They're making their move. One guy's climbing up the ladder.

Oh, I hope he gets pissed off at that man.

Okay. The neighbor's coming out of the house.

Holy shit. He's got a shotgun!

Well, I'll be a son of a bitch.

Show time!

Whoa.

Holy shit!

Bob, I want to talk to you about what happened last night.

Well, we told the investigating officer everything we knew.

There's nothing further to add.

You little punk.

Halamer and Trousinski know you set them up, and I can honestly say

they are anything but happy about it.

Now, Bob, I'm gonna make a suggestion to you.

Why don't you take a nice long drive somewhere far away from here?

Wait a minute, Gentry. I won the goddamn war, not you.

Who are you to dictate the terms?

Why don't you go find some small-town police department

where you can step in as sheriff,

where all you gotta do is worry about the Saturday night drunks

and kids fucking around.

So you think you won the war, huh?

Pick him up.

You're just a junkie that got one of my officers shot.

As soon as he gets a hold of you, everybody's gonna forget

that you ever existed.

Let him go.

Little piece of shit.

Let me give you a hand up, Bob.

Fuck you, Gentry.

Yeah. Don't forget your clubs, pal. Work on your handicap.

Now, don't think that Gentry was running us out of town,

because I could stand the heat.

No, we were splitting because things were going all wrong.

Nadine's hex was a little more powerful than I had calculated.

It was time to change the scenery,

which is what happened when you went crossroading.

Dianne got the narcotics together and sent them ahead by bus

to depots across the pacific northwest,

so we could rendezvous with the drugs as we needed them.

See, we couldn't afford to be caught with a car full of narcotics,

so we had a back-up plan in the form of a hole

punched through the floorboard of our car.

When the flashing red lights became a reality, bingo.

Down the hole went the stash.

Something the matter, officer?

Then we'd scramble to the next rendezvous,

which was hopefully within eight hours, before the drugs wore off.

I'll tell you, no construction stiff working overtime

takes more stress and strain than we did just trying to stay high.

The reason we rented this truck is not necessarily

because we needed another vehicle.

But we can move easier in a vehicle like this.

We got the right license plates on it, so this way

the average joe will just think we're a couple farm boys

and a prostitute hitting town for a little joyride.

- Hey. - I always wanted to be a farmer, Bob.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Did you guys see that?

- What? - The transom.

You guys didn't see the open transom?

- No. - What's a transom, Bob?

It's all clear in the back.

All right, give me a lift, then meet me around back.

- Okay. - Ready?

One, two, three.

Nadine, take these and put it inside the truck.

Rick, step in here a minute. I want you to look at these two safes.

You see them over there?

Rick! Let's go!

Shut up.

Christ.

You're finished, hophead. You blew it.

Hey, babe. You playing cards? Who's winning?

- What's the matter with her? - Nothing.

Cocaine.

- Holy shit. - What is it, Bob?

What'd you find?

Powdered Dilaudid, that's what.

A whole, untouched, one-eighth-ounce bottle of powdered "D."

Whoo!

Should be another partially filled one in here somewhere.

See it?

- Rick? - What, Bob?

Do you have any idea what this bottle is worth?

No, Bob. What's it worth?

This here little bottle

has got 840-some-odd sixteenths,

and at 10 dollars a sixteenth, that comes to around $8,400

of the best goddamn pharmaceutical dope money can buy.

What a find.

This here little bottle ought to last the three of us a week.

I better take that.

Guess we must have outrun that hex we had on us, eh, Bob?

- Sure glad we started crossroading. - Bob?

Let's shoot it.

Be careful with this stuff. It could kill you.

- Dianne, get a glass of water. - Whoo!

Slow.

Show you how we're gonna hide this stuff.

Right up here.

Yeah, we'll take the stuff, and we'll cross over a couple of these units,

and stash it over somebody else's room.

Whoa.

Wow.

Hey.

Hey.

Come on, buck up.

So you blew it. Big deal.

Listen, we're gonna go out for a couple hours but...

we'll be back in a little bit.

What did that son of a bitch say about me?

Honey, he didn't say anything about you.

Yeah, but he's not gonna take me along anymore, is he?

Then one day you'll all just drop me off somewhere, and you'll never come back.

Nadine, what are you talking about?

Come on, honey, you're with me. I'm not gonna leave you anywhere.

- He is a goddamn hog! - Shut up!

- Hog! Hog! - Hey, hey. Shut up. Shut up.

- Come on, honey. - Hog!

Don't do that. Please, Nadine?

Now, we got a good thing going here.

Why do you want to rock the boat?

I just can't stand their superior ways.

And all that crap about hexes, you don't believe that stuff, do you?

Look, Nadine, I don't know, okay?

All we have to do is not talk about pets in their presence,

and not leave any hats on any beds.

Now, what's hard about that?

You know, I'm just going to prove to all of you

that a hat on a bed

doesn't mean anything.

Hey, Rick, let's go. Come on.

- I really wish you hadn't done that. - Say good-bye, Rick.

You just go on out with them tonight,

and when you come back, I'll show all of you.

When I come back, I don't want to see that hat on the bed, all right, honey?

You know, Nadine, there's just no talking to you sometimes.

Fuck.

Dr. Clayton, please come to nurses' station three. Dr. Howard--

Hey, Rick. Rick! Rick!

Don't be too aggressive, man.

We're just trying to create a diversion, okay?

- I don't want anybody getting hurt. - Okay, Bob.

- Okay, babe, you all set? - Yeah.

Prepare to die.

Demerol. Shit.

This just isn't like him.

Bob is like a rabbit, in and out and no nonsense.

That goes for a lot more than a hospital pharmacy.

Dr. Brown, line 237.

Dr. Wendell brown, line 237, please.

- He was asking for you. - Tell him I'll be right there.

Mrs. Wong to admitting. Mrs. Jane Wong to admitting.

Fuck! Fuck!

I don't think he's gonna come. Why don't we go back?

They got him.

Bastards got him. I know it.

I can feel it in my heart.

Dirty bastards.

Nadine?

Oh, my God.

Honey? I'm home.

You're not gonna believe the shit that happened to me tonight.

What's going on?

Who put the goddamn hat on the bed?

She did, Bob.

She didn't mean anything by it.

She bit it.

Where'd she get the stuff?

She couldn't have done this on no two sixteenths.

What's she been doing, saving it up?

Who gave her this?

What is it?

Damn!

She must have picked it up off the floor of the truck

when we were collecting these bottles.

Conniving little bitch.

Bob?

You can't say that about her, Bob.

She's dead.

You don't say anything bad about her.

Rick.

She beat you.

Your own woman beat you out of your cut on a score.

She got what she deserves.

Listen, man, not only that, she threw a hex on us

we'll all be lucky to outrun, huh?

She left us with an OD'd stiff, which is paramount to a murder beef in this state.

For Christ's sake, get this goddamn hat off the bed!

Cold.

Hell, it's like trying to raise a couple of kids

when you take on a couple like that, try and teach them to steal.

Know what I mean, Dianne?

All these kids.

They're all TV babies.

They've been watching people killing

and fucking each other on the boob tube for so long, it's all they know.

Hell, they think it's legal.

- They think it's the right thing to do. - I know, hon.

I'm getting real tired.

Poor Nadine.

She was just a goddamn kid.

Now what?

Hello. Are you Mr. Hughes?

- Yeah. - Are you planning on checking out today?

No. Why?

Well, you see, sir, we have prior commitments

in the form of a reservation for your room today.

Today?

- You mean, check out today? - I'm afraid so.

You see, we're having a sheriffs' convention in town,

and all these rooms have been reserved in advance for them 90 days ago.

All right, uh,

do you think I could go to the office and talk to you in 10 minutes?

Give me 10 minutes.

We're gonna know some of those guys, I'll bet.

I don't believe it. I don't fucking believe it.

A sheriffs' convention, no less.

Why couldn't it have been a Tupperware convention?

Better yet, an undertakers'.

Excuse me.

Hello?

Anything?

I'm sorry, Mr. Hughes.

You should have let us know you intended on staying this long.

Look, I've got a colleague in that room, and he's sick with the mumps.

I'm afraid to move him.

I mean, what if they should spread? The doc said all we need is another day.

He can travel another day. Oh, come on.

Come on.

- This is it, huh? - Yeah.

- Nice place, really. - Let's get a cup of coffee.

Lock him up. He did it. Lock him up!

Guilty! Guilty! Guilty! Guilty!

Gonna be one heck of a time getting her out of that crawl space.

Don't know if I'm ever gonna get my nails done now.

Nadine really got to you, didn't she, Bob?

Yeah, well, I'll tell you what's wrong.

I'm afraid some big, fat cop's gonna come rumbling through this door any minute,

and say, "Get out of this room. This is my room."

Dianne.

Yeah?

I love you.

I love you too.

Hey, Dianne.

We have that blue garment bag, the big one.

Dianne?

- Don't worry, Bob. We'll make it. - Yeah.

We always do, don't we?

- Oh, JD! You jump like an animal. - Honey?

Let's go, dear. We're gonna miss our flight.

Hi.

Boy, you almost scared me to death.

Wow.

What a busy day.

What do you say we go up to the attic, divide the stuff up with Rick,

give him the big end, don't count him short?

What's going on, Bob? What are you thinking about?

Nothing.

I don't know.

I'm thinking about, uh...

heading back home...

getting in the 21-day methadone program, cleaning up my hands.

Are you kidding?

No, I'm not.

Dianne...

I can't do it anymore.

Well, I'm not going on no withdrawal program.

So, what's gonna happen to me?

Why don't you come with me?

No thanks, buster.

Not a fucking word do you mention about all this.

Right out of the clear, blue sky, you say you're gonna clean up your hand.

And you know I can't.

Look, Dianne, do what you want.

Take whatever we got. I only need enough to get me home.

Get the shovel.

I'll take care of her.

Go back to the truck.

Go.

Have you ever been on a maintenance

or a withdrawal program before?

- Nah. Nah. - I see.

How long have you been on drugs altogether?

All my life.

Then this isn't your first time withdrawing.

No.

It's my first time withdrawing on methadone.

How old are you now?

Twenty-six.

Are you married?

Uh, yeah.

- Where is your wife? - I don't know.

- Do you have children? - No.

Do you have a job?

No.

- Do you have a social security number? - No.

Have you ever been convicted of a felony?

Yeah, a few times.

What were they? What felonies were you convicted of?

What do you want? You want my life story?

Look, lady, I'm a junkie. I like drugs.

I like the whole lifestyle, but it just didn't pay off.

You know, you don't see my kind of people.

'Cause my kind of people, they don't come down here and beg dope.

They go out and get it, and if they miss, they go to jail.

And they kick alone with nothing in some holding tank.

I'm sorry, Bob.

I don't mean to hassle you.

All this is required. I'm sorry if you think it's unnecessary.

Have you ever considered becoming a counselor,

and helping other addicts with their problems?

Nah.

Why not?

Well, to begin with, nobody, and I mean, nobody

can talk a junkie out of using.

You can talk to them for years,

but sooner or later, they're gonna get a hold of something.

Maybe it's not dope.

Maybe it's booze.

Maybe it's glue. Maybe it's gasoline.

Maybe it's a gunshot in their head.

But something, something to relieve the pressures of their everyday life,

like having to tie their shoes.

Tom, you got some mail here.

- Yeah, bless you. - You're welcome.

Father Murphy.

Hey, Tom.

Well, well.

Bad Bobby Hughes.

Imagine seeing you here after all these years.

Yeah.

You live here too?

I have nowhere else to go.

There is no demand in the priesthood

for elderly drug addicts.

An indiscretion in 1970, you were inside, I believe,

resulted in my descent to this sorry state.

As a matter of fact, I'm feeling a bit sick right now.

Are you holding?

Nope.

They got me on this 21-day thing. Methadone.

What about yourself?

Oh, sure, I'm on the program,

but sometimes I get a little bit ahead of my schedule.

You understand?

And sometimes I think some junkie nurse

may be stepping on my medication.

But I can't be sure.

How about it? You wanna score?

Nah.

But I'll keep you company.

This here is an artwork.

A work of art. So is that.

More artwork.

Dig the pole on that tree there.

- Yeah, that reminds me. - Yeah.

I used to know an old croaker.

I think it was on that street. Maybe it was the next street over.

And he'd write like a major.

Tom knew his way around the old neighborhoods.

I'd known Tom since I was an altar boy.

Benevolent Father Murphy, the most notorious dope fiend on the coast.

When he was holding, he'd always share with those who weren't.

He was very kind.

Tom was king then. He had it all.

His ass was covered in this life and the next.

I bet he shot a million bucks in his arm.

Okay, now, this is what you call a radial-arm drill press.

You get the drill you want, putting it in the holder.

Make sure you've got a good grip on it.

That brings your drill down to your work.

Position it over the hole. That's your clutch.

This is your power feed.

This is the clutch that engages the power feed.

You put that in, and just let it drill.

- Doris? - What do you want?

- You seen Jim? - I ain't seen him nowhere!

You're gonna go to work loaded, it's gonna show.

Being loaded is like being drunk, you know.

You take a drink in the morning, you gotta get high in the morning.

Your boss is gonna see it, you'll get fired.

Then you're not making that big money.

Then you're gonna have to do something else.

You're gonna have to rob, steal, sell.

Somewhere in that robbing and stealing,

you might end up killing your best buddy over a fix.

You're just gonna go down the tubes. There's no other way around it.

The more you use, the longer you use, the further down you go.

You gotta find your own bottom.

Not me. I'm tired of it.

I'm tired of being broke, tired of being sick.

Yeah. Mm-hm.

Catching up on your reading?

You didn't stay gone long, Bob.

- What happened? - Nothing happened.

I hear you're on a methadone program now.

You don't think that's gonna keep Trousinski from jumping your ass, do you?

To tell you the truth, I haven't given it much thought.

You know, for once I'm not here to hassle you.

Trousinski lost his gold badge over that little incident.

He's working traffic out in the north end.

He's made so many threats, he's almost gonna have to hurt you.

And I don't wanna see that happen.

Man, look, what can I say? I got a job, you know?

What happened out there in the sticks, Bob?

Where's Dianne?

Well, you know how whimsical women are.

She found some other dude to chase after, and off she went, chasing after him.

I find that a little hard to believe.

You and Dianne have been running around together since you were little kids.

You know, I hope you make out on that job of yours.

I sincerely hope that you straighten up a little bit.

Take care of yourself, Bob.

- You stupid son of a bitch! - Shut up!

My old lady's still out there right now.

- Yeah, forget about her. - Yeah.

I can't do nothin' with her. I tried. I told her to come.

She didn't want to come. She's doing her own thing.

Yeah, shit. What I was doing, I was going right to the source.

Right to the source.

Where do they make drugs? In a drugstore.

Yeah, if you want some money, you go to the bank, huh?

"Yeah, honey, I gotta stop by the bank and the drugstore.

I'll be home after a while."

Man, what are you crying for? You're the one who wants to do the drugs.

You gotta pay for them, man. Where's my fucking money, bitch?

Punk. Where the fuck is my money?

Come on. This is the third time I had to ask you.

Come on. What are you gonna say? Say something.

- You want me to hit you? Say something. - Hey, Dave. Hey, David!

What do you think you're doing, man? Huh?

What do you think you're doing? This kid's crying, man.

So? It's business, man. What do you care?

Why don't you get out of here and mind your own business?

- What do you care? - Because it bugs me.

- Hey, take a walk. - Hey, man.

Come on. Goddamn!

- Why don't you grow up, man? Huh? - I am grown-up.

Asshole! Fuck.

Why didn't you do something, man?

What's up with you? I thought you-- Fuck.

Man, I'm not buying you no lunch.

You know, Tom, you told me a lot of the old-time stories

about how you used to...

stick your arm in between the bars of the cell.

The guard would come by, and he'd fire you up a shot of morphine.

Well, they never did that for me.

Well, they don't do that for anyone anymore.

Narcotics have been systematically scapegoated

and demonized.

The idea that anyone can use drugs and escape a horrible fate

is anathema to these idiots.

I predict, in the near future,

right-wingers will use drug hysteria

as a pretext

to set up an international police apparatus.

But I'm an old man, and I may not live

to see a final solution of the drug problem.

You know what, Tom?

You might have missed your calling.

You should have been a philosopher.

Well, Bob, in another life, perhaps.

In another life.

Who is it?

Who is it?

Hey.

Jesus.

What kind of a dump is this?

And where's the female? You might as well trot her out.

You don't ever change, do you, Dianne?

Goddamn right I don't. Why should I?

Hey, I was just commenting on how good you look.

- Yeah. - Yeah?

I'll bet.

Hey, how about a cup of tea?

- Yeah. - Yeah?

So how's that methadone thing working out?

So-so.

- Hey, I got a job. Did I tell you that? - No shit.

Where are you working?

Oh, just a machine shop over on Western.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

What do you do there?

I, uh, drill holes.

- "Drill holes"? - Yeah.

I drill these holes that bolts fit into.

Oh, yeah?

- How do you like it? - Well, I'll tell you the truth.

It's kind of a drag, but it pays the rent.

Then you're really serious. You're gonna go on with this thing.

Yeah.

Hey, Dianne, why don't you take your coat off and stay a while, huh?

I can't, Bob. I got people waiting for me out in the car.

I just came up to see how you was doing.

Here.

That's from Rick and the rest of us.

Kind of thought you might need a taste once in a while.

What happened?

What made you turn around that day? Was it me? Did I do something wrong?

No, baby, it wasn't you.

It was Nadine's death and the hex she threw on us with that hat.

And then I panicked when I looked out into that parking lot,

and I saw all those cop cars.

Hell, I knew I was dead.

So I started copping deuces. I prayed like I never prayed before.

I said, "God, sun, devil, whoever you are up there, please have pity on me.

Please let me get this poor girl's body

out of this hotel room and into the ground

so I don't have to spend the rest of my life in prison.

And, God, if you'll do that for me,

I'll show you my appreciation by going home,

getting on the methadone program, getting a job and living a virtuous life."

Well, I got out.

And I promised, so here I am.

Are you gonna stick with it forever?

Well...

you know, Dianne, for all the boredom the straight life brings, it's not that bad.

I mean, even this crummy little room ain't so bad.

I mean, I actually wake up some mornings and I feel like

something good's gonna happen today, you know?

I'm a regular guy. I got my regular job.

I got my regular room.

And now I got you.

Man, you're crazy, Bob.

You're really crazy.

Hey. Dianne, why don't you go downstairs

and tell your friends that you're gonna spend the night?

Come back, bed down with me for a little while.

I'd like to, Bob, but I got another old man now.

I'm Rick's old lady now.

Ain't that a gas? I work for Rick.

There we were, teaching that brat to steal, and now I'm on his crew.

Things sure can get screwed around, can't they?

Yeah.

And, Bob, you know me.

I might have been a lot of things, but I never was a tramp.

Bob, I gotta go.

Hey, Dianne?

It's really good to see you.

I mean, you look really good.

I wish I could win you back.

- Who is it? - Tom, it's Bob. Open the door.

- Hey. - Bob, come in.

- Hey, what's this? - It's a gift.

- I won't be needing it. - Yeah?

- Yeah, I got my new program down, so-- - A gift.

- Wow. - Knock yourself out.

Hmm, let's just see what's in there.

God bless you, my son. May you go to heaven.

Now, oh, yeah.

This... Uh, this is for squares.

Never touch this stuff.

But this...

a hundred sixteenths of Dilaudid.

This should earn you an indulgence.

Where's it at, Bob?

- Hey, look, what do you want? - We want your dope, man.

Where's the dope?

You think if I had dope, I'd be sitting in this fleatrap, huh?

I'm on a methadone program. You come around me for dope?

- That's a laugh. - Shut up.

All right, fucker man.

You want it the hard way?

We're just the guys who are gonna give it to you.

Is that you, David? Huh?

You listen to me, you little punk.

I'm goin' straight, man! I ain't fucking bullshittin'!

I'm going straight, man!

You ought to try it some time. It's good for the soul.

Fucking liar!

Where is it, Bob? We know this is all a scam you're playing.

So where is it? Where the fuck is it?

There's nothing more life-affirming than getting the shit kicked out of you.

I knew it in my heart.

You can buck the system, but you can't buck the dark forces that lie

hidden beneath the surface, the ones some people call "superstitions."

Howling banshees, black cats,

hats on beds, dogs and the evil eye.

So I relaxed and gave in to the notion that for the very first time in my life,

I knew exactly what was going to happen next.

Fuck.

Now I'm gonna kill the son of a bitch.

I'll bet you the next bastard we catch will tell us where it's at.

So he's tough.

They ain't all tough.

I say kill him.

Do you hear me, Bob?

Come on. Let's go.

Is he gonna make it? Let me get him for a second.

Just stay back, please.

Bob, can you hear me?

Bob, who did this to you?

Was it Trousinski?

All right, Bob. Tell me. Who shot you?

The hat.

"The hat"? Bob, did you say, "The hat"?

Tell Dianne...

to look out for the hat.

- Tell her. - Okay.

- Okay? - Okay.

- So the hat shot you, right, Bob? - No.

The TV baby shot me.

The TV baby shot you, but the hat was with him.

Bob, who's the hat?

You gotta tell me who the hat is so I can tell Dianne. Come on.

Never mind.

I'll tell her myself.

We gotta get him outta here.

It's this fucking life.

You never know what's gonna happen next.

Roger, 10-4.

Maybe that's why Nadine spiked herself with the easy way out.

And that's why Dianne keeps on goin' like she does.

See, most people,

they don't know how they're gonna feel from one minute to the next,

but a dope fiend has a pretty good idea.

All you gotta do is look at the labels on the little bottles.

You gotta know how to read the signs.

That's what the hat on the bed was, which is why I'm not scared.

I paid my debt to the hat.

The irony was fucking brilliant.

The chicken-shit cops were giving me an escort to the fattest pharmacy in town.

I was still alive.

Hope they can keep me alive.