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(liquid splashes)

(laughs)

(moans quietly)

(door squeaks)

(footsteps approach)

(chains rattle lightly)

(Bubba whimpers)

What...

What have I told you

about leaving good meat to rot?

Well...

Let this be a reminder.

(Leland grunts)

(Bubba breathes heavily)

(Leland laughs)

(breathes heavily)

Daisy: Finn, stop it!

(Daisy cries)

(chains rattle)

(Daisy cries)

(Bubba rattles chains)

(Bubba moans) (Daisy cries out)

(Bubba yells angrily)

(Bubba strains and groans)

(Leland moans)

(Daisy cries out)

(Bubba grunts angrily)

(chain rattles free)

(Leland chokes)

(Bubba whimpers) (Daisy sobs)

(Bubba cries)

(javelin whooshes) (man cries out)

Help me.

You was trespassing.

That makes you fair game.

My brother and me's been taking

care of each other since we was kids.

On my salary.

He's just an awful lot to feed.

Sure, we hunt.

But beggars can't be choosers.

(man gasps and chokes) You sure are cute.

(man cries out)

A damn shame.

(Bubba growls nearby)

What took you so long, Bubba?

(Bubba breathes heavily)

Oh, jeez.

You gotta keep up the pace.

This little piggy nearly got away!

Come on!

Get that purty little face back to the house.

(Bubba grunts) (man yells)

I'm starvin'.

Daisy: Om...

Amen!

Jeez, Bubba!

You're eatin' us outta house and home!

No wonder you're gettin' slow.

I'm gonna have to put you on a diet.

(Bubba groans mournfully)

All right.

One more piece, 'cause you been good.

(Bubba chuckles)

(air kisses)

Here it comes! (Bubba moans appreciatively)

Where's your napkin? You need to wipe your face.

(both laugh)

Cheers!

Mmm.

Tastes dreamy.

(Bubba grunts) (Daisy moans)

(door squeaks)

♪ (plays guitar lightly)

You play real nice.

Mind paying me, first?

John: Take what you need.

Don't worry, I'm worth every penny.

♪ I don't have my wallet with me ♪

♪ And I left my phone at home

♪ But I'll be damned at the end of the night ♪

♪ If I go home alone

♪ I keep my money inside a little pocket ♪

♪ In the case of my saxophone

♪ And if somebody comes to get me ♪

♪ Watch it, boy, you're on your own ♪

♪ Dead girls don't cry

♪ 'Cause they're awfully dead, that's fucking why ♪

♪ Dead girls don't cry

♪ Yeah

♪ Do it, baby

♪ Yeah

♪ All right

♪ (continues playing guitar)

(moans) ♪ (continues playing guitar)

Oh, fuck.

(woman gasps)

(John grunts) (woman moans)

(woman gasps)

Dead girls don't cry, huh?

(woman laughs) Yeah, you like it, baby?

Yeah, I think it makes you look like my momma,

the dirty little fucking whore that she was.

(laughs) Yeah, you want to fuck me

like you fucked your fucking whore?

(moans)

-Dirty little fucking whore-- -John: Shut up!

Right, like that, yes, harder...

You shouldn't have done this to your body.

You shouldn't have desecrated your body like this.

Now you're gonna have to pay for it.

(woman moans)

Oh, make me fucking pay, baby.

Make me fucking pay.

Oh!

(screams)

(chokes)

(gasps)

I absolve you.

♪ (soft guitar music playing)

♪ I'm sorry for killing you

♪ I'm sorry for killing you

♪ I'm sorry for killing you

♪ I'm sorry

♪ Sorry

♪ Sorry

(yells)

(breathes heavily)

Fuck.

(crickets chirp)

(Daisy sniffles)

Now that's real love, you know?

Straight up love, no nonsense.

Why is every guy I've dated a complete scumbag?

I wish somebody would run all the way

across New York City just to kiss me.

Maybe some day.

You want to watch it again?

Bubba: Mm-hm.

Daisy: Yeah? Press rewind.

♪ When the music's over

♪ I, I, I

♪ Will take my hat and take my pain, and slide ♪

♪ Now a whisper on your eyelash ♪

♪ A kiss upon your chin

♪ There's something I haven't told you ♪

♪ And I don't know where to begin ♪

♪ It's the end, my baby angel

♪ How could they love and find

♪ A victim this kind of stuff before ♪

(blade slices violently) ♪ We're getting it every time

♪ I said, you might be right

♪ But I what I did and I placed the call ♪

♪ You better run when darkness falls tonight ♪

♪ It's the night of the zombie (car engine roars)

♪ Tonight's the night of the zombie ♪

♪ Tonight's the night of the zombie ♪

My, my, my.

(SUV honks)

SUV driver: What the fuck are you doing, asshole?

(engine revs)

(birds tweet)

(bell rings)

Welcome to Pines Motel, my name is Charlie,

can I help you?

Yeah, I need a room.

Sure thing.

Single? Double?

Are you seeing double?

(clicks with tongue) Single, then?

John: Single.

Just fill this card out for me, if you would, please.

(pen scribbles)

And I'm gonna need a credit card from you, of course.

Or cash is fine.

(dollar bills rustle)

So are the rooms clean?

-Charlie: Very clean, yes. -Very clean.

Clean towels, clean sheets every day.

-John: Yeah? -Charlie: Yes.

You clean the rooms?

No, I don't, I don't.

Do you get under the bed and run around?

(laughs) No, no, Lupita does that.

Every day, comes in, clean towels, clean sheets.

Lupita.

-Charlie: Yes. -Yeah.

She's from Latin America?

Uh, yeah, I'm sure. I don't know.

-Is she legal? -Charlie: Uh, I, well--

-She's illegal. -That's not really--

-John: Yeah. -I don't know...

John: Well, does she know

how to clean the fucking thing?

She cleans 'em every week.

And um...

-Every week? -Well...

Not every day?

Charlie: Depends on, we're not a real busy hotel,

so it just kind of depends on the clientele.

Could you do me a favor

and just try to keep my room very clean, okay?

I appreciate that, sir,

and if you have any problems,

feel free to contact me here at the front desk

Charlie: and we'll get it squared away for you, okay?

Place any good?

Charlie: Oh, yeah. Best burgers in town!

Nice selection of eye candy, too.

Is that so?

Hm.

Well, I might check it out later, with my sweet tooth.

Sounds good. All right.

(keys jingle) There you are,

and rest easy Mister...

Doe.

I always do.

Bye.

(door squeaks open and shut)

(grunts)

(pants)

Walt: Damn, it's slow, tonight.

Tips suck, too.

Yeah, well the worst part is

I have to deal with Margo for the next six hours.

You ever have one of those days

when your tits just won't cooperate?

Daisy: Oh yeah, girl.

How about you and your man boobs, Walt?

What? I don't have man boobs.

-Margo: By the way, -Shut up.

I need those drinks.

Chop chop, handsome.

What drinks?

You're kidding, right?

No, not unless you just printed it up.

You sure you put the order in?

Sure as shit. (door squeaks open and shut)

Hey, now.

I got tables to tend.

Hey there, what can I get ya?

Whiskey and Coke, hold the Coke.

That's funny. (lighter flicks)

$4.25, please.

Hey, uh...

Who's the honey running drinks?

Oh, uh, which one?

You a chubby chaser?

-No. -John: You like the big girls?

No, I don't like big girls.

-No? -Walt: No.

Well, then I think you know which one.

Well, her name is Daisy, why?

Oh, it's a pretty name.

Kind of sounds wholesome and pure.

What are you, psychic?

(John laughs) You just know people?

Hey, buddy, am I treading on your turf, stud?

No, no, no.

'Cause if I am, you know, like, let me know.

-No, it's not-- -John: I'll back off, you know.

No, I, we have a platonic, professional,

working relationship, we're co-workers.

If you say so.

Can I get you anything else, or are we good here, for now?

I don't know, you got a menu?

-You got a menu, like takeout? -No, we don't.

We don't do menu stuff, here, at all.

But I got chips, you want chips?

Uh, maybe later.

Okay, we're good.

Yeah. I'm crazy about this, uh... The tank top.

(clears throat)

Daisy: Excuse me.

Hi.

This sections for wait service only.

Oh, uh...

I'm sorry, I'll get outta your way, then.

Nah, nah, you can stay here.

Just when you need another one,

let me know and I'll get it for you, okay?

Okay.

Mm. I'm ready.

Impressive.

That's what she said.

I bet she did.

Whiskey and Coke.

Hold the Coke.

Be right up.

(ice rattles)

Here you go, handsome. Straight whiskey.

Thanks.

What happened to Daisy?

Her shift ended, so you've been transferred over to me.

My name's Margo.

Don't worry, doll. I'll take real good care of you.

You just let me know if you need anything else.

Okay.

(ice rattles)

(glass clinks)

(Daisy breathes heavily)

♪ Just give me some noise pollution ♪

♪ I'm talking about the constitution ♪

♪ I'm trying to feel these good vibrations ♪

♪ Satisfaction all across the nation ♪

♪ I bring the pain

♪ Let it rain

♪ America, home of the bra--

(arrow twangs)

Fuck me! (breathes heavily)

Forgot about that one.

Damn near put my eye out.

Shit!

(Bubba hums) (meat sizzles)

Whoo! Feeling strong!

Look at that.

Oh, no, smell that.

(Bubba sniffs) Oh, yeah!

Bubba: Eugh!

-Like you, sometimes! -Yeesh!

Daisy: Get these bitches off.

(zipper rasps) (Bubba clears his throat)

I'm sorry. Jeez.

Ah!

I forgot we switched up the traps.

Damn near got an arrow through my head,

you know what I'm talkin' about?

(Bubba huffs)

Oh, I'm sorry, Bubba.

I'm not really hungry this morning.

(sighs)

Oh, why don't you just put it in the fridge

and I'll heat it up later, okay?

Bubba: Mm-hm.

I love you, Bubba. Gimme a hug.

(hums)

Oh, I might hit Nealies for a beer, later.

I won't be late, I promise.

(Bubba snorts)

(water sprays)

(Daisy moans)

(static)

Damn, Daisy.

Let's you and me have a drink, or something.

(Daisy moans)

Daisy Do, Daisy Do,

I love you. (Daisy moans)

(Daisy squeals)

(pounding on door) (Bubba growls)

(water drains)

It's okay, Bubba, I'll be right out!

(engine dies)

(bell rings)

Welcome to Pines Motel,

my name is Charlie, can I help you?

Hope so.

I'm looking for someone who might've checked in recently.

White male, mid-30s,

may have signed in under the name John Doe.

Sorry, can't give out personal info on guests.

-Charlie: Company policy. -Frye: Really?

How about now? Detective Frye.

Not without a warrant.

Now, listen here, you fucking little midget.

I can make your life more miserable

than it already is, and this goes for

the shithole of a hotel you got here, too.

What?

(whimpers)

Oh, you've gotta be kidding me.

(Charlie cries noisily)

Listen, man, I'm...

I'm sorry.

Really.

I shouldn't be taking my frustrations out on you.

It's just this guy that I'm trying to find

brings the kind of trouble you don't want in this town.

And certainly not in your hotel.

It's just there's a lot of innocent victims

out there who deserve justice.

Charlie: Mm-hm.

One of which is my daughter.

Checked in a few days ago.

Is he still here?

Charlie: As far as I know, yeah.

Was he with anyone when he checked in?

Nope, all by himself.

Suppose you couldn't tell me his room number?

-That, I can't do. -Frye: Understood.

But, I can give you the room next to his.

Now, you're a good man, Charlie Brent.

All right, watch out for that guy.

Thank you.

(keys jingle) Rest easy, detective Frye.

Thank you.

Woman: Babe, you're so handsome.

What?

-I love you. -I love you.

Are you trashed?

I can taste your bubble gum. (woman laughs)

(couple laughs together)

Hi.

Hi.

What's her problem?

-Man: I don't know. -Woman: She's so weird.

Sorry to interrupt, but,

you guys are just such a cute couple.

Thank you.

Fuck.

She's so creepy.

Who cares?

You must not be from around here.

Just passing through.

Woman: Why?

-Do you think she's cute? -Man: No.

Man: Are you kidding me?

Woman: She's still staring.

Fuck off! (Daisy laughs)

(woman whispers) She's fucking annoying.

Daisy: I'm tired of being alone.

Sure, there's Bubba.

But a girl has needs, you know?

A brother can only do so much.

Not like we're a couple a inbred, or anything,

'cause we're not, that's just plain sick.

Fucking your brother, or your sister.

Ha!

Or your daughter.

I mean...

I'm cute, right?

(man grunts in pain)

I'm in good shape.

(groans)

Why wouldn't a guy want a girl like me?

(woman pants)

What do you care?

Little Miss Happy?

You found your Mister Right.

(man gasps) (blood gushes)

Oh, well!

Nothing lasts forever.

(Daisy sighs) Calm down, now, shh.

Shh.

Come here, come here.

Get a little lower.

Stop, hey!

I know.

You can come home with me!

I'm sure Bubba wouldn't mind.

In fact, he'd love the company.

Maybe he'll even let you stay with him in the basement!

(woman hyperventilates)

May I help you, man?

Ah...

Hey,

you uh, got any pointy ends?

Sorry, what?

Pointy ends, you got 'em?

You're asking me if I have "pointy ends"?

Yeah. Yeah.

I don't underst... Um...

I'm gonna make this simple for you, okay?

Uh...

Ever use a toothpick on those yellow teeth of yours?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Were they round or flat?

Cashier: Uh, I don't know.

Wood, or plastic?

Both, I guess.

Did you ever notice how those plastic ones

are so god damn sharp when you stick 'em in your mouth?

If you're not careful, they cram you right in the gums

and the tongue, and they just...

They're like someone stabbing you in the face

with a hypodermic needle, it's like...

(sucks air through teeth)

You ever notice that?

But, at the same time,

that pain feels good, in a weird way.

You know?

And uh...

Gives you a kind of crazy little rush,

so you just keep, you just keep

poking your gums and tongue, your cheek, and...

You just... (moans)

Ah, fucking the pain is just so fucking good, man,

you just can't get enough!

Those, my friend,

are called pointy ends.

You got 'em?

Sorry, man, we don't have plastic toothpicks, here.

Fuck!

All right.

All right, just gimme a pack of the...

The red death, the red one, the red, the red pack.

Oh, shit.

All right, this'll be $7.90.

That's too, that's too much.

This is too mu... That's too much.

Keep it. Keep it.

You gave me 10.

Keep it. No, thank you.

Thank you for your help.

-Cashier: That's too much. -Keep it.

(thud) Oh!

-Woman: Oh, God! -Ah!

Woman: I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry. Thanks.

I'm so sorry.

This day has been a total disaster,

let me buy you a new pack.

Buy me a drink, instead.

I mean...

I mean, it's already beer 30, honey, let's go.

Jeez.

Margo: Hurt me three times.

Walt: It's not about the drinks, though.

You wear too much makeup.

I don't need advice from you on my attire, all right?

Just make my drinks,

-for God's sake-- -Just the eye shadow.

Take it down, a little bit.

You know, like, you're scaring the customers.

Margo: Take it down?

Yeah, a little bit. It's a little whorish, a little bit.

(Frye whistles) (Margo huffs)

(Frye snaps his fingers) Excuse me.

Hey, what can I get ya?

Yeah, I was wondering if you recall

seeing a guy in here, recently.

Uh, dark hair, kind of intense-looking fellow,

likes his whiskey.

No, I don't know, why?

You a cop, or something?

That makes a difference?

Yeah, I'm a cop.

Oh, that's cool.

Yeah, there was a guy like that

in here a couple nights ago.

Uh, I don't know, he had a drink and then split.

That it?

I don't know, it was a busy night.

He was in here, he had a drink,

and then he split, I didn't talk to him at all.

Margo: Yes you did!

-Walt: When? -You had an entire

conversation with him.

I did not.

When he asked you about Daisy?

Oh, yeah.

-Margo: He-- -Who's Daisy?

The other cocktail waitress. Cute. Real sweet.

The guy was eyeballing her like nobody's business.

-Frye: Is Daisy here? -Margo: No, she's off, tonight.

Well, when's her next shift?

Oh, day after tomorrow.

Why all the questions? What's this all about?

No particular reason.

Nice talking to you.

Yeah, well nice talking to you, too.

I think that customer needs you--

Oh, yeah, all right. Sorry.

Thank you for your help, Miss. You have a good evening.

You too.

(John moans)

Caroline: Yeah. (both moan)

Yeah. (both moan)

(breathing slows)

Not exactly how I thought I'd be spending the night.

Nice little surprise, for me.

John: Oh, I'm full of surprises, babe.

Is that so?

John: Yeah, that's right.

Hang on.

Damn.

Hold on, right there.

Caroline: Ooh, whatcha got there, big boy?

It's uh...

It's a surprise.

Oh, really?

Roll over.

I like surprises. (John laughs)

(Caroline gasps)

That is freezing!

Oh, are these chickens?

Oh, no, those are roosters.

I have two cocks fighting over my ass.

Well, right now three.

(spoons clack together)

♪ I've got two cocks

♪ Fighting over my ass

♪ I've got two cocks fighting

♪ Over my ass

Caroline: Whoo!

♪ My name's Caroline

♪ I drink too much wine

-♪ And now I got two -Three.

♪ Cocks

♪ Fighting over my ass

♪ Yeah

(John grunts) (Caroline screams)

(knife squishes into flesh) (John breathes heavily)

(lighter flicks)

Here we go.

Here we go, fucking...

That's beautiful.

Hm.

I absolve you, baby.

(yells)

(cleaver whacks repeatedly)

(Daisy sighs)

Hey, Bubba, can I ask you something?

Do you ever get bored, alone?

Aside from Dad.

I mean,

someone else to call your own.

To hold on to. Laugh with.

(Daisy sighs)

To take care of. (cleaver whacks)

Never mind!

You're right, it's silly.

Better go get ready for work.

Thanks for the pep talk, brother.

(Bubba growls)

(floor squeaks)

(floor squeaks)

If you were a good cop, then you'd know

that breaking and entering is against the law.

I know what you are, John Doe.

You're a fucking pussy.

Careful.

Don't want to get too close to the flame, Detective Frye.

You're standing in my room with your fucking shoes on!

You're going down.

-Oh, yeah? -Frye: Oh, yeah.

Maybe.

No, no, it's for real.

You like tattoos, John?

My daughter had a bunch of 'em.

No.

Didn't understand it, or her much at the time.

'Cause she was taken from me

before I had a chance to realize

what a great kid she was.

She was a great kid, John.

Her name was Dora.

Means "God's Gift" in Spanish.

John: That's deep, Frye.

Yeah, real deep, huh?

But you wouldn't know anything about God, would you, John?

I am God.

In your fucking dreams! (engine revs)

John: Bye!

(crickets chirp)

(muted conversation)

Finishing up for the night?

Yeah.

After I wipe down these last few, I'm headed home.

Oh, okay.

Why don't you have a drink with me, instead?

No, thanks.

-No, thanks? -Mm-hm.

John: No, thanks.

I mean, you look like you could use a stiff one.

You've been working all night,

now here we are, and--

What kind of stiff one?

I, any kind.

You know, I would love to.

You know, the night is young, and we are beautiful.

Like, what is...

Yeah.

Just one drink, please.

-Just come. -You're kinda creepy.

Have a drink with me!

I totally appreciate the offer,

but I said no, thanks, I can't, buzz off.

Yes, you can. You can.

I mean, just one, please.

I mean, we'll have one drink.

One, and we're done.

Otherwise it's two, and we're through.

Okay, two. But no more than that.

Got it, Bob?

Name's John.

As in John the Baptist?

Yeah.

Something like that, yeah.

Something tells me you ain't no saint.

Well something's telling you the wrong shit.

(Daisy laughs)

Fuck you!

It's true, scout's honor.

Like you were ever a scout.

As a matter of fact,

-There's no way. -I wa--

-Don't even try it! -I was!

You're looking at the bona fide scout's scout.

I'm the most highly decorated member of my troop.

You drop me off in the forest with a Band-Aid

and a pack of matches, thank you, I'll make it home.

I'm a nature boy to the core.

Such a liar.

John: And what possible reason would I have to lie?

To get in my pants.

Excuse me.

All men lie to get laid, it's common knowledge.

I never lie.

You got a penis, right?

Let me check. Yeah, I got a penis.

(Daisy laughs)

Then you lie.

Okay, okay, so if we're gonna go judging each other

based on gross generalizations,

then I guess it's fair to assume

that because you've got these amazing tits

I'm supposed to buy all the drinks, tonight.

That's not fair, I got a round!

What round?

Uh...

The next one.

Hey!

Another couple drinks over here

when you get the chance, please.

Whoo!

Thank you, honey.

Those drinks are on me.

Huh.

You cheated on me.

You're a cheater.

It was your idea, implying I have tits, and all.

Which I do.

But you'll never know.

Hm, hm, hm.

I'll drink to that. (glasses clink)

Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm.

I'm gonna go piss.

Thank you. My name's Crash,

I'm gonna take a 15 minute shit,

and go check that nobody's fucking my wife.

Thank you.

Hey, uh, can I?

Can I play? Yeah?

Hey, everybody, how you doing, tonight?

This next song goes out to my new friend, Daisy.

At the bar.

♪ When she was small, she had it all ♪

♪ Chasing boyfriends around in the mall ♪

♪ But her Daddy wouldn't have that ♪

♪ No, no, my dear

♪ You might meet your maker

♪ My dear, is that clear? ♪

♪ Why can't I just have a simple love ♪

♪ One that's sent to me from the God above ♪

♪ Why can't I just have a simple love ♪

♪ It was a dark day

♪ For Daisy

♪ It was a dark day

♪ For Daisy (Daisy cries out)

(Crash plays guitar to accompany)

(Leland yells) (Daisy cries out)

♪ But she is now

♪ She's wondering how

♪ Can she find love

♪ Love from above

♪ She's suffocating

♪ Eyes dilating

♪ She cries out

♪ And she cries out

♪ And she cries out

♪ It was a dark day

♪ For Daisy

♪ It was a dark day

♪ For Daisy

♪ It was a dark day

♪ For Daisy

Crash: Nice, man. That was good.

John: Thanks, thanks, thanks.

Crash: Come on down some time.

(bartender claps slowly)

All right, thank you, thank you.

-Hey, uh... -That was really good.

Let's get outta here.

Huh? Wanna?

(Daisy squeals) Daisy: I'm starving!

Daisy: Look at you, taking me out to dinner, huh?

John: It's the nicest place in town, honey.

Hey, kid!

You got those pointy ends, yet?

Nah, man.

(John sighs)

All right, here we go.

Dinner, dinner, all right.

What is this? Dinner here?

Dinner.

That baby, all right.

Obviously we need this. (plush pig oinks)

How much?

Well, the pig is seven...

(Daisy sighs) Don't mind him.

He's just fucking with ya.

Grab me that bottle of whiskey.

-You heard the lady. -Stop it.

Thanks.

You don't want your change?

Keep it.

Daisy: I'll take you to my favorite spot.

Turn here.

(rock thuds against windshield) (Daisy screams)

John: Jeez. What the...

(tires squeal) (children laugh)

Hey!

-Hey, come back here! -Daisy: Hey!

-John: Hey, asshole patrol. -Daisy: No.

John: You come back here, you little punks.

Daisy: Easy there, cowboy.

John: Hey!

They dissed my car.

Nothing a little wiper fluid can't handle.

They're just a couple a kids out havin' fun.

Yeah, but did you see what they did

to my little Sweet Sally?

At least they're out enjoying their childhood.

This has given me a better idea.

Woohoo!

Yeah! (laughs)

(gunshots)

Yeah!

(gunshots)

John: Driving Miss Daisy, yeah!

Daisy: Yeah, baby, you know how to drive.

Pull over!

Come on.

John: Hey, where you going?

Hey. Where you...

Daisy, where you going?

Daisy: This way!

John: Hey, I don't...

I don't run.

Fuck.

(Bubba growls)

Daisy?

Daisy: Over here!

Hold the Coke, right?

John: Oh, I taught you well.

I really had a wonderful time, tonight.

Yeah, me too.

I don't usually let myself...

Don't let yourself...?

Nothing.

Ah, so beautiful.

I know, I love this place.

Ever since I was a kid.

Things would get too intense, I'd run away.

Never know exactly where I was going, but,

I'd always end up here.

Always.

Why's that?

Just feels so peaceful.

I felt safe.

Safe? From what?

Or maybe I just felt like Princess Buttercup,

and this is my fairytale world.

Well, I guess that would make me

Andre the Giant.

Oh, you brag!

Look, I'm just going off what they tell me.

Then you should stop talking to yourself.

Well, what's that supposed to mean?

It means my opinion is the only one that matters.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

- Yeah? - Daisy: Yeah!

John: Oh, yeah? Oh, yeah?

(both grunt)

Shit.

(both grunt)

Is that all you got?

Want some of that?

Andre the Giant?

Or should I call you Stuart Little?

(John growls)

(both moan)

John: I love it, I love it.

I can't. I can't, I gotta go.

What time is it?

Who cares what time it is?

I have to go home.

Aren't you a little old for a curfew, honey?

I mean...

What, is your daddy gonna spank you, or something?

Fuck you!

Whoa, easy.

Relax, Daisy Do, I was...

I was just joking.

We're just kids out enjoying our childhood, right?

Right?

Daisy: Thank you.

Tonight was perfect.

John: Yeah.

Yeah, yeah.

Daisy: But I gotta go, now.

-John: No, no, wait... -John, please.

Listen, just, okay...

Promise me you'll see me tomorrow.

Daisy: Let me go.

Promise-- Wait!

Promise me you will see me tomorrow.

All right, all right, I promise.

Promise? Promise!

You'll meet me tomorrow at 10 am at the coffee shop.

Downtown.

I'll be the guy that looks like me.

All right?

Daisy: Asshole. (hand smacks)

John: Jesus fucking... (grunts)

(John and Daisy grunt)

Ah!

Jeez. (branch crunches)

(Bubba growls)

What the fuck?

(door squeaks open)

All right.

Before you get upset, I can explain.

I know, I know, I shoulda called, but...

I lost track of time.

(Bubba grumbles)

Oh, my God, movie night.

I completely forgot, Bubba, I am so sorry.

All right?

We're really tired,

let's just talk about this in the morning, okay?

(Bubba grumbles)

Bubba! Okay, I'm sorry!

You're acting just like Dad.

(Bubba whines)

You take him and you go to your room.

(Bubba huffs)

(Bubba cries)

♪ I want sweet cake, to eat it too ♪

♪ And then I fall in love with you ♪

♪ And when I fall in love with you ♪

♪ I'll do the things

♪ I never would do

♪ Like walk the dog, feed the cat ♪

♪ Chase around the spider web with a bat ♪

♪ I want sweet cake, to eat it, too ♪

♪ And then I fall in love with you ♪

♪ And we can make love on the kitchen floor ♪

♪ In a house in Spain with a broken door ♪

♪ And paint the walls diego blue ♪

♪ And move in all your stuff and some of mine, too ♪

♪ I want sweet cake, to eat it, too ♪

♪ And then I fall in love with you, yeah ♪

♪ I want sweet cake

♪ To eat it, too

♪ And then I fall in love with you ♪

♪ And when I fall in love with you ♪

♪ I do the things I'm not supposed to do ♪

♪ Like spend the night, candle light ♪

♪ Wish all day, Marvin Gaye

♪ Miss my do, try pocka too

♪ Tie me up, you know what to do ♪

♪ I want sweet cake

♪ To eat it, too (plush pig oinks)

♪ And then I fall in love with you ♪

♪ And we can make love You mind if I chain smoke? ♪

♪ On the kitchen floor Not at all ♪

♪ When you're 66 and I'm 74

♪ I want sweet cake, to eat it, too ♪

♪ And then I fall in love with you ♪

Come on, come on,

come on get it.

♪ Oh yeah

♪ Oh yeah

♪ Oh yeah

♪ Oh yeah

♪ Oh yeah

Let's go!

-John: To where? -Right here.

Daisy: See that sign?

What? Oh, not a chance!

I've always wanted to know my future.

Now, more than ever.

Yeah, those psychics are all the same, honey,

they tell you what you already know,

and they pretend like they're telling you something new.

It's a waste of money, honey.

Ah, Jesus. (engine revs)

Ah, God.

Woman: Please, sit.

Put your tribute in the jar, please.

Shuffle them.

When the cards begin to resist, stop.

(cards flick)

Well, is it good?

Patience, Daisy.

We'll see, soon enough.

Did I tell you my name?

Woman: Sudden change.

Unexpected, like a bolt of lightning from the sky.

Brought forth by a man, a warrior.

Strong, virile.

One whose presence heralds the arrival of love.

Desire.

Lust.

An impassioned forging of soul and flesh.

Fucking psychic mumbo jumbo bullshit.

That's exactly what I need.

That ultimately results in demise.

Despair.

Darkness.

That's it?

Woman: For now.

What does it mean?

If you'd like to know more,

a full life line reading normally costs 50.

-But today, for you, 40. -Yeah, right.

What a con.

You got what you paid for.

The cards never lie, and neither do I.

You'll see.

I'm taking my damn money back.

Little girls with big secrets should be

very careful where they put their hands.

Very, very careful.

Freaky witch.

John: Didn't go so good, huh?

You ever think about hitting the road?

Seeing what's out there?

Used to.

And why not now?

My...

-John: Your what? -It's my brother.

He's got special needs.

I don't think he'd make it on his own.

Must be hard.

Taking care of your brother all the time.

The constant responsibility,

always have to put yourself second, you know.

Nobody comes second,

we take care of each other equally, Bubba and me.

Sounds nice.

What does?

Having someone

to look after who looks after you.

Why, nobody's ever looked after you, before?

No, no, not the right way.

No.

(Daisy sighs)

I mean, girl as gorgeous as you,

I'm sure you've got guys running all over town

chasing you around trying to catch you.

Oh, they run, all right.

Away from me.

(laughs) I find that hard to believe.

Believe what you want.

Okay, then I'll believe that

you

are

the hottest

piece of ass I have

ever seen.

Ever. Ever.

It's insane.

Hey!

-That was a compliment. -Keep it.

John: What's so wrong with telling an attractive woman

how attractive she is?

It's cheap, John, just another pickup line at the bar.

I thought you were better than that.

Why? I mean...

Don't be so sensitive.

Honestly.

If I wasn't pretty, would you still be here?

Well?

Would you?

(laughs)

Ah!

Hey!

Hey.

Hey!

Hey.

You know, I thought you were different, but you're not.

You're just another tool looking for a quick fix.

Hey, I don't know what's got you

so fucked up in your head, okay?

But I was just being honest.

That's all, all right?

Don't take it so personal.

I didn't mean to hurt your...

Your feelings, all right?

Well, you did.

Well then I'm...

I'm sorry.

That's a start.

This is hard, you know?

(breathes shakily)

All right.

Let's uh...

-Daisy: Let's walk it off. -John: Yeah, yeah.

John: Let's just pretend that you're...

you're really fat and really ugly,

and smell like a barnyard animal.

Then what would you do, Mister Shallow?

(John moans and pants)

John: Oh, God.

You like it?

I love it.

Oh, fuck.

(John moans)

Daisy: What are you doing?

John: I'm showing you how much I...

-Daisy: Stop it. -John: Love you.

I said stop, motherfucker!

John: Oh! Ah!

What?

You're a fucking, you're a cherry, I...

I had no idea, I'm sorry.

You ain't never been popped yet, I get that.

It's cute. Oh!

Fuck you! (John groans)

Hey!

(sobs)

(car horn honks)

Frye: Come on, come on!

Where are you... Where you going, John?

Hello?

Daisy: Dinner time.

(Daisy yells)

Oh, my God, I am so sorry.

I didn't see you!

Texting and driving like an idiot.

No worries.

You know, for a minute there

I thought you were trying to kill me?

(laughs)

Oh, I got that, I'll give you a hand.

Come on, I'll give you a lift.

I like the sound of that.

Whoo!

Oh, you little tatted hussy tramp.

Thank you for the ride.

Been walking all day.

Not a problem. Where you headed?

Next town over.

I know it well.

Oh, man, perfect!

If you don't mind giving me a ride that way, that is.

Don't mind at all.

Just have to stop at home real quick, if that's okay.

It's on the way.

Hey, no hurries here.

You do what you gotta do.

I'm just grateful for a ride.

My feet are killing me.

(gate clangs)

Daisy: This is my place, right here.

Just take a couple minutes.

You know, uh, I don't have to be anywhere.

I'll keep that in mind.

Be right back.

Damn, she's smokin'.

(hawk screeches)

Daisy: Let go, Bubba!

I'm in no mood for your attitude.

(Bubba's hand smacks table)

This... (plush pig oinks)

You want to know what this is?

This is fucking shit, that's what this is.

Fucking shit!

Now you better get your ass in gear

if you want to eat.

I just went shoppin'.

Grease him up for me, baby.

(Bubba grunts) (machete emits metallic tone)

(Bubba laughs)

Looks like it's your lucky day, Paul.

Lucky day.

(Bubba growls)

(Bubba laughs)

What the hell, man?

Shit, really, sir?

Ow!

Fuck, please, I didn't do anything!

Please, sir, wait, I didn't do anything!

(Paul pants) (footsteps approach rapidly)

(Daisy laughs)

You greased that little piggy up for me real good,

didn't you, Bubba?

(knife clangs against post) Yeehaw!

(Daisy yells battle cry)

Holy shit.

Come on, Bubba! Whoo!

(Bubba grunts)

Big boy, Jesus.

♪ I am a taxi driver

♪ I roam the streets at night

♪ I am a taxi driver

♪ Through the streets (Paul grunts)

♪ (singing continues)

(Paul grunts)

♪ Don't forget my love the passion ♪

♪ The passion

Daisy: Heeya! (Paul grunts)

♪ The passion

Crazy bitch!

I'm sorry, but I got a brother to feed.

(Paul yells)

Aren't you full of surprises?

(Paul screams)

Yeehaw!

Bubba!

I got him!

I sure do like that belt.

Bubba, you gotta carry him home!

(Bubba mumbles)

(meat squishes)

Now this is a fine piece

of fashion, don't you think, Bubba?

I think I could get used to this one.

Bubba?

You know I love you.

I'm sorry I haven't been myself, lately.

It's a...

A girl thing.

(Daisy moans)

This blood's so sweet.

(both laugh)

All right, I'm gonna go dance around the yard in this, now.

(phone rings)

Pines Motel, this is Charlie, can I help you?

Uh, yeah, seems to be checking out.

John Doe?

(wheelchair motor whines) Hey, excuse me, hey.

Hello?

Excuse me, sir, checking out today?

No.

-But, uh, you are. -What?

No. Hey, what are you doing?

-Put me down! -John: Hut!

-Charlie: Put me down! -John: Hut!

John: Hike! (Charlie thuds in trunk)

Charlie: What are you doing? Don't do this.

Get me out of here!

Rest easy, you little fuck.

Charlie: No! (banging emanates from trunk)

(Charlie's muffled yells emanate from trunk)

Charlie: Somebody get me out of here!

-Help! -John: Oh, yeah!

-John: Shut up! -Charlie: You can't do this!

(engine dies)

Charlie! Charlie! (bell rings)

Daisy: Get the movie, I'll be right back!

(engine starts)

(Bubba gasps)

Hey, big fella.

I brought you a little fresh meat.

There we go.

Hey, hey whoa, relax.

I come in peace, my name's John, I'm a friend of Daisy's.

(Bubba grunts angrily) Good friend, actually.

Maybe she mentioned me? Maybe not.

(laughs) Big guy. Okay.

Hey, I think we're getting off on the wrong foot, here.

You know, Daisy tells me you're an amazing chef,

and I, uh...

If that's true, then that's another thing we got in common,

because I love, gotta tell ya,

I love some baby back ribs.

(Charlie cries out) (John yells)

And if that's true, in fact,

then I think you know, maybe you could

teach me a culinary thing, or two, you know?

Like, what I would do with this big

motherfucking pan! (John yells)

(pot clangs)

Hm, why not?

You fat fucker.

Oh, you guys,

you guys are little fuck buddies, aren't you?

There we go.

Don't eat this.

Bubba, I'm telling you, man,

you gotta go on a fucking diet.

You would've eaten him!

Little fucker.

Rest easy, Charlie.

(Frye clears throat)

How you doing, Detective Handsome?

It's Margo, right?

You remember! (Frye laughs)

Hey, did you hear about the murder?

I did.

I didn't know her personally,

but she came in here every once in awhile.

Seemed nice.

What's up with that hairdo, though?

I know, right?

I heard she was stabbed like a gazillion times.

Do you know who did it?

No, who?

Well, there was a...

You're fucking with me, Detective.

(Frye laughs) I am, just a little bit.

-Frye: Is Walt working tonight? -No.

Why, you think he did it?

What about Daisy?

They don't work on Sundays.

Walt always gives 'em the same days off.

Because he has a crush on her.

Ooh.

Would you happen to know where she lives?

No.

-No one does, not even Walt. -Frye: Hm.

She's real private about that kinda thing.

I heard her daddy left her a bunch of land

somewhere out in the middle of nowhere.

Supposedly, she commutes 30 minutes each way.

Frye: Hm.

So, no idea at all?

Nope.

(gasps) Why?

Do you think she did it?

Thanks, Margo, gotta go.

(engine starts)

Daisy? Is that you?

Hey, Daisy, my name is Detective Frye.

I need to speak with you about John Doe.

What about him?

I think you may be in danger.

Daisy.

(crossbow clicks)

Daisy: Oh, fuck. (Frye gurgles on blood)

I'm sorry about that.

But you shouldn't be trespassing on private property!

(Daisy sighs) Here's the deal.

Now this arrow's gone and found its way

straight through your jugular.

You're gonna bleed out

and there's nothing we can do about that,

you understand me?

Now, I don't know what you got against our boy John, here,

but I can tell you he's on my shit list, too.

But right now, (Frye gurgles blood)

it's movie night.

So we're gonna have to deal with you in the mornin'.

(Daisy whistles short tune)

Bubba?

(John grunts, imitating Bubba)

Surprise, surprise!

What the hell are you doing here?

Uh, aren't you glad to see me?

How do you know where I live?

And who let you inside?

Where's my brother? Where's--

I gave him the night off.

Daisy: That is not funny, John.

Where the hell is Bubba?

Just relax, relax, okay?

I was just joking.

He's out back in the work shed.

I brought him a little person...

Present!

I brought him a little present.

Just calm down, all right?

I thought

this was more appropriate than whiskey?

I'll take that.

Okay.

All right.

Here we go. (glasses clink)

Cheers.

Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm.

You know, I gotta say,

Bubba was a pretty hard sell, at first.

He's very protective of you.

But, then when I told him

that you meant the world to me,

and I would never do anything to hurt him, or you,

and one day we could be brothers,

I guess you could say that's when he spared my life.

Really?

Really. Really.

And I mean, besides, look at me, right?

I mean, I'm no match for Bubba.

He's got me by like 500 pounds!

-That's true. -John: Right?

But still...

Still what?

Hey.

Come here, come here.

It's beautiful.

Yeah.

Here, have a seat, have a seat.

You know, Bubba helped me so much.

I could not have done this without him.

I mean, I've been slaving over a hot stove all day,

Daisy Do.

(John sighs)

And listen.

This is my way of apologizing.

I was a real jerk today, and I'm sorry.

Yours.

And mine.

All right.

Okay.

Oh. Ladies first.

Ooh!

Daisy: Mm.

Like it?

Mm-hm.

You prefer it rare, right?

Oh, yeah.

Oh, you don't like it, do you?

Yes, I do.

No, it's all right.

You don't like it, I can tell.

-Here, I'll-- -I do, John.

Daisy: It's just...

Guys never made me dinner, before.

Usually I make them dinner. (both laugh)

Yeah.

This is a first for me.

You're the first, for me.

Same here.

And...

And to think that you're almost the girl that got away?

I don't think I coulda lived with that.

Really?

Really.

I've never met anybody like you.

You know, I mean, we're so much alike

it's downright scary.

What do you mean, "alike"?

Our

individual peculiarities.

Our particular appetites.

What are you talking about?

You know, your little fetish, running around,

chasing the guys around the woods.

I'm curious, is it the hunt?

The kill?

Or eating them afterwards that gets you?

You know, because for me...

For me it's...

It's not fucking every woman that I'm with.

It's killing them afterwards.

Slow, painful-like.

You know, I like to see that last moment of their life

just seep away from their desecrated bodies.

But I digress.

I mean, that's me, I like to kill.

But you like to eat them afterwards.

And you know, I'm not judging, I'm just saying.

But eat up, darlin',

there's lots more where that came from.

Lots more.

I know this is a lot to digest.

You sick fuck!

Me?

I'm the sick fuck?

I'm the sick fuck?

The cannibal girl next door's calling me a sick fuck?

I mean, you just ate your own fucking brother!

(Daisy breathes shakily)

Bubba?

I'm afraid so.

Uh-huh. Oh!

(Daisy retches)

Yeah. Oh, Bubba, Bubba, Bubba.

And he did turn out pretty damn tasty,

if I do say so, myself.

(Daisy retches) Let me hold your hair back.

Oh.

Oh, get it out.

That's better.

That's better, honey. (Daisy breathes heavily)

Okay?

You bastard! (John grunts)

(Daisy cries out in pain)

(Daisy coughs)

All right, well save your energy, honey,

'cause we're just getting started.

(John grunts) (foot impacts Daisy's stomach)

(John grunts) (Daisy cries out)

(John plays the guitar lightly)

Why are you doing this to me?

Because I thought you were different.

I thought you were the one.

But it turns out that...

You're just like everyone else.

Dirty.

Filthy.

What are you talking about?

Who do you think you are,

desecrating a beautiful gift from God, like that?

What do you mean?

You know what I'm talking about!

That god damn, fucking tattoo on your other side.

I can't even fucking look at it.

It's driving me fucking crazy.

What were you thinking?

Please, John.

I'll do whatever you want.

I'll get the tattoo removed!

It's too late.

What's done is done.

And besides,

do you know what tattoos lead to?

Tattoos lead to more tattoos.

And I can't allow that.

(Daisy sobs)

Please.

Don't...

Don't kill me.

Oh, don't worry, Daisy Do.

I'm not gonna kill ya any time soon.

After all, I'm a gentleman.

And god damn it, I believe in foreplay.

(Daisy sobs)

♪ When she's gone

♪ I'll carry on

♪ And if my heart longs

♪ I'll still have this song

♪ She's suffocating

♪ Eyes dilating

♪ Love and dating

♪ Is so frustrating

♪ She cries out

♪ And she cries out

♪ She cries out

♪ This is a dark day

♪ For Daisy

♪ This is a dark day

♪ For Daisy

♪ This is a dark day

♪ For Daisy

(Daisy sobs)

(Daisy cries out)

I loved you so much.

(John yells) (Daisy screams)

(Bubba mumbles) Charlie: You're alive!

(Daisy wails) (Bubba grumbles in agitation)

Bubba, look at me. Calm down.

(Daisy screams) (Bubba angrily grumbles)

Look, I got stabbed in the back, for crying out loud.

I'm no match for John Doe.

I need you, Bubba.

But Daisy needs you more.

Bubba, you can do it.

Break those chains, come on!

Come on, break them.

Break those chains! (Daisy cries out)

Please.

John.

Find it in your heart to forgive me.

What are you doing?

(Daisy gasps) I absolve you.

(John grunts) (Daisy chokes)

(chains rattle) Rip his head off!

Come on, get him!

Rip it off!

Rest easy, Mister Doe.

(Charlie laughs wickedly)

I always do.

(Charlie chuckles)

Bye! (Bubba growls)

Hike!

Get me out of here!

John: Little fucker.

Charlie: Hey, let me out, you can't do this.

John: Oh, is it? Charlie: What are you doing?

John: My first choice. Charlie: Hey!

Charlie: Get me out of here!

John: Is it the wrong one?

(John yells)

-Charlie: Somebody help me! -John: Fuck!

Voiceover: Oh, hello.

You're supposed to say, "arrow"!

Voiceover: I'm sorry.

Charlie: Hey! Get me out of here!

Somebody please help me!

Fucking someone help me out, please.

I mean Jesus. (Charlie yells in trunk)

All right, so let's just pretend that you're a...

300 pound hermaphrodite

with a small, little weird penis

and a vagina, too?

Voiceover: For crying out loud,

somebody get a damn locksmith?

'Cause on the same days off,

'cause he has a crush on her.

I fucked that up, didn't I?

It might' a been me fucking up.

-I think I fucked it up. -I don't know.

Why don't we start over?

-Great. -Sounds good.

(both laugh)

I'm like so, over dead by now.

John: Boob, side boob! Ah!

I need you, Bubba.

Daisy needs you more.

(Bubba groans)

Break those chains!

We just have one.

Oh, sorry.

Charlie: Do this!

My lawyer's gonna hear about this.

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