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shoppers today we have a special on corn flakes $1.99 for a 50 ounce box

also our brand soap is on sale

I saw you eat those fudge-covered cookies.

What?

The cookies.

I saw you eat the fudge-covered cookies.

I beg your pardon. I... You stuck three of them in

your mouth. You are a chill.

I did no such thing.

It's not a big deal. I'm sure you got lots of healthy stuff in there.

Like oat bran and granola bars.

Toothpaste.

With fluoride and Z6.

What were you talking about?

We talked about you being a very naughty girl.

I didn't eat any cookies.

Oh.

You got crumbs on your shirt.

Who the hell do you think you are anyways?

I didn't eat any cookies.

I think I'll just go talk to the manager.

Ma'am.

Ma'am.

3467.

Also in aisle seven is over a green light special, two for one hand lotion.

And we need to clean up in aisle six.

To Tracy Jo.

Happy 36th.

To best friends.

What's the matter, Pumpkin?

I'm the oldest one here.

Oh, come on.

By eight months. Big deal.

Yeah, and you know what they say. The older the violin, the sweeter the music.

Yeah, and the sweeter the music, the quicker it ends.

It's not a very positive attitude.

What's the matter with you, Tracy Jo? You've been in a shitty mood all night.

I'm sorry, guys.

But they just really piss me off.

Piss you off?

Yeah.

I think about everything that I haven't done, won't do.

can't do, haven't seen, won't see, can't see, haven't felt, won't feel,

and can't feel.

Like what?

Ew.

Did you eat those cookies here in the store?

Attention! This is the cookie police.

Put the cookies back and come out with your hands on top of your head.

For Christ's sake, Elizabeth.

It's only that asshole at the checkout stand.

It's the Cookie Monster.

Hello, Mrs. Whitman.

She can cram three chocolate-covered cookies into her satin little mouth.

Let's hear it for Mrs. Wiggins.

People stood there laughing at us and pointing.

That's the second time he's humiliated me in public. I'm not going to let him

do it again.

Hey, you got your stuff?

Leave us the hell alone.

Yeah, let's just have fun.

You look like you like to have fun.

You know, you got a naughty-looking, sassy little mouth.

Leave us alone or I'll scream.

Or I'll tell your manager what you're doing.

Ooh, I am Roy. Sorry if I scared you.

That's it, you jerks. I'm gonna scream. Hey, hey, hey, hey.

I'm out of here.

Absolute nobles.

Yes, it will.

Something bad's going to happen.

Something very bad.

Hello, my name is Tracy Jill Whitman. I'm a regular shopper at your store. Can

I speak to the manager, please?

Hello, Mr. Casella. This is Tracy Jill Whitman.

I have a little bit of a complaint about your store.

No, nothing serious.

You have a new bag boy working for you. He's a little older than the others.

Strange eyes.

One is a different color than the other. You know who I'm talking about?

Right. Well, when my friend and I were at the checkout stand...

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No.

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Thank you.

Oh!

oh

Erk to Elizabeth.

Sorry. I must have been daydreaming.

Did you even hear a single word that I said?

Of course I did. You were talking... You were talking

about... You were talking about...

Fuck my ass with your fingers.

Nice hard cock inside my pussy and your fingers in my ass.

Oh.

Ah!

Ah!

Oh, oh, oh, God.

Yes, yes,

yes, yes, yes, yes. Oh, oh, oh, God.

I want to sleep alone tonight.

Steven, what are you talking about?

This is my bedroom.

Not for a while.

You can use the guest bedroom.

The guest room?

What's the matter, Steven?

I just want to be alone for a... I don't think I'm interested in the physical

side of our relationship anymore.

What do you mean?

Not interested?

Just, um, not interested in sex anymore, I guess.

Why?

Do I disgust you, Steven?

Is that it?

Do I repulse you?

Do I sweat too much?

I haven't puffed too much, right?

Or do I smell?

Steven.

We just can't discuss it right now.

Tell me the truth Steven.

Is that it?

Can I help you, ma'am?

Yes, I'm here to see Stephen Kenning, my husband.

He told me he's working here today.

Well, it's Saturday.

The elevators really aren't working.

Well, I really would like to surprise him.

It's our anniversary, and I just, you know, want to do something special.

Well, in that case, you can use the stairs.

It's somewhat of a hike, but go ahead.

Okay, great. Thank you.

My pleasure.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Strange things men do at night.

You scared me.

Where are you going this late?

To settle things with Mr. Casella.

Can't wait?

No, can't wait.

Will you be there at this hour?

He'll be there.

Why can't I go with you?

Because you'd fuck it up.

I don't know if you realize it or not, Guy, but you're at a time in your life

when you're fucking everything up.

You're fucking up your work.

You're fucking up with your daughter.

Everything you touch, you're fucking up.

You're not funny anymore.

I don't trust you.

I don't. I believe in you and I don't have any respect for you.

Is there anything I can get you to store?

If I eat one more of these things, I'm gonna burst.

You called my husband, you prick.

Call me Roy.

Roy what?

Just Roy.

That's fine.

Tracy Joe.

How do you know my name?

Do I know you?

I don't know.

Do you?

What are you doing back there?

And you got me working back here.

Can't work in the front anymore something about a customer complaint

You

know customers shouldn't be back here

it's kind of dangerous What's dangerous about it

What things?

Anything can happen.

What would you like to have happen, Tracy Jo?

Can you say it?

What would you like to have happen?

Something different.

You like that, Tracy Jo? Yeah.

Huh? What do you want to do?

I'm gonna suck your crack. Yeah?

Why?

Why? Tell me why.

You a horny little bitch?

Mm-hmm.

You like that smell?

You like that musky smell of hot cock, don't you?

What's the matter?

Cool out, Tracy Jo.

Anything can happen.

Be prepared.

I am hot shot

you're just making this too damn easy

you watch something

There's somebody else here, Roy.

Not that I recall.

There's somebody else here.

So you've been here the whole time?

Mm-hmm.

You two are pretty noisy, too.

And just how did you get here?

Same way.

Except we did the super saver over at Willowbrook.

Super saver at Willowbrook.

Son of a bitch.

What kind of a game are you playing anyway?

Now you're very predictable, Tracy Jo.

Frankly, I'm disappointed.

Elizabeth, why didn't you tell me?

Tell you what?

Why didn't you tell me? You don't own him.

Anyway, nothing even happened.

He won't do it.

I've tried everything.

And just how long have you been trying?

If I would have known... Oh, Christ Jesus, Tracy Jo. Listen to your

dialogue. It's strictly daytime television.

Now, you know, there's plenty of room for all of us to go around.

Not for me, thank you very much. This is really sick.

You're right, this is sick.

You know what?

Spill paint on your brand-new four-door $30,000 Nissan.

We didn't buy you a $30,000 Nissan for you to spill red paint on.

You're acting like a spoiled, rotten, destructive little child. It's time you

start acting like an adult.

Do you hear me?

Let's see.

Look at your birthday cake.

You see the numbers?

you're thinking to yourself is this what it all adds up to is there anything

else anything at all maybe something down at the subatomic level

something between the quarks well let me provide that

answer you see matter only makes up a fraction of the

universe so would lead one to ask Ask, what is between the motes?

I'll tell you that answer.

Chaos.

Darkness.

Anarchy.

Mindless, aberrant energy.

Wouldn't it just be tasty to get a nice big mouthful of that?

See, I know that your mouth is watering at the very thought of that idea.

Because what we're talking about here is your basic, low-calorie, no-fat evil.

You know what really pisses you off the most when they treat you like a spoiled

child?

It's the fact that they found you out.

Because you know what?

You are a spoiled child.

You're rotten, you're willful, you're destructive, and you are naughty.

How do you know that?

He can fill the holes deep inside of you.

Holes, Tracy Jo.

You know, Elizabeth eats soap to fill them up, and you eat fudge-covered

cookies. Somehow he can crawl deep inside and fill those holes.

I think it feels good.

Try it.

You'll see.

Oh, yeah, that feels good.

You know why?

Because I'm on your side, Tracy Jo.

I'm more on your side than anybody has ever been.

I'm everything you think and everything you feel.

You know what?

You are a spoiled, rotten, destructive child, and you do want to get them back

for having the nerve to find you out.

That's why you're hot-boxing all over me, to screw Guy Whitman, not Roy.

And granted, that is an avenue we could pursue, but I find it uncomfortably

common and ordinary.

There's no skill, no art, no flair.

No.

Vengeance is an exacting craft.

Not alone to teach if you're willing to learn.

Now, what are you thinking?

I hate God.

I hate my mother. I hate my father. I hate them all.

I hate children's programs, and I hate Steve, too. Who says

we have to live this fucking way anyways?

Yeah. Who the fuck says we have to?

You do. What else?

Then we don't have to do what everybody says we have to do.

We can do whatever we want. Yeah, whatever we want. Whatever we want.

Whatever we want.

Bingo.

Well.

Whatever we want.

What do you think you're doing? No way.

Yes it is.

You guys are

not supposed to be in control.

Hey. Whatever we want.

Mm.

Oh my God!

Tracy Jo!

Where the hell have you been, Elizabeth?

I've been shopping, all right?

Got a classic 12-gauge single-action pump-on special.

What do you think? It's nice, huh?

Steve would like you to meet Roy.

He works down at the supermarket as a bag boy.

Hey, big guy.

Shut up and open your mouth!

God, that talk, I'm just trying to open it.

Wider!

Wider, Steven, work with me here!

Open!

Thank you.

Police, ma'am.

Can we come in?

Got a call of some troubles might be here.

I don't care. Tell them anything.

I'm a little bit busy.

Excuse us, officers.

We have a little bit of a misunderstanding.

Just go back to your cars until we can get it worked out, okay?

Thanks.

Ma'am, we'd really like to come in. Could you open the door, please?

I mean it. There's a guy with a shotgun in his mouth in here, and he really

wants it not to be there.

Go back to your cars.

This is car number six.

We're going to need backup.

Okay, Steven, where were we? You stuck a gun in his mouth.

Royce, stop it. Say something to her.

He's a really good kid, Elizabeth.

Oh, yeah, I remember now. I just put the gun in your mouth. Open it.

I was going to ask you two questions.

Here comes number one.

Why do you find it so goddamn necessary to fuck your secretary all the time and

not me?

You never did answer that one, Steven.

And question number two.

How would you like it if I decided to pull the trigger and redecorate the

entire living room in blood and brains if I don't like the answer to number

one?

What do you say, Steve?

Earth to Mr. Canning. Earth to Mr. Canning. Commence, Steve!

No answer?

How about if I just go on ahead?

Say something. Do something. This isn't funny anymore.

This is very funny.

Aren't you going to do something?

I'm watching!

You're watching?

That's where all the fun is.

So that's what this is all about.

You bastard.

I'm beginning to figure you out.

You bop into people's lives, stir things up when they're a little bit bored, and

then watch it take its course.

Don't kill me, please, Elizabeth.

You're so pathetic. You know what, Stephen?

I'm really sorry, but I think it's for the best.

Elizabeth, it's not for the best.

There are cops outside, and they're going to arrest you.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

This may be a negative experience right now, but it's actually for the best,

okay? Trust her, Tracy Jo.

Say something to her.

Okay.

Elizabeth?

Honey?

What are you waiting for? Just do it because I'm dying, Elizabeth!

Okay, okay.

Should I wear an apron or something?

Jesus Christ, Elizabeth!

You're right. I can do this.

This was a joke?

It was a joke?

Yeah, kind of. A joke?

Fuck you.

Well,

on second thought... Here we go!

Hey, hey, don't get involved with other people's tips. Here we go.

Yeah, so whatever floats your boat. Thank you.

What the hell's going on in there?

You want to do that, Tracy Jo?

You're ruining all my fun.

Who the hell are you anyway?

Can't you guess?

I don't think I want to.

I don't think you want to either.

It could be a little scary.

But it's neither here nor there.

It's fun.

We can do anything we fucking want.

And you just want to ruin it.

You don't want me to go.

Oh, yes, I do.

No, you don't.

Yes, I definitely do.

Stephen,

do something or we're all gonna die.

Come on out of there with your hands up, or I'll blow you all away.

You are worthless.

I'm going to handle this, Stephen King.

But don't you ever, ever tell anyone what really happened here.

Don't you ever harm, threaten...

or insult Elizabeth in any way ever again, you provide a safe, nurturing,

loving sanctuary for me for as long as you both shall live.

For as God is my witness, I will blow your goddamn head off.

I mean it.

One, two.

Oliver, hold your fire.

You're such a joke. Get over there and hold her.

No, stop! Wait!

Don't shoot!

Don't shoot.

It was horrible.

Everything's fine now.

We were held hostage by a maniac.

He came into the house, and he took a gun from the guy and shot him, and the

guy ran out the back.

But we're fine, and everything's OK.

Good luck, buddy.

It's okay. He's with me. It's okay.

Wow.

Pretty wild time.

What? Terrible ordeal.

Having that madman manipulate you like that, and the things you had to do to

survive, that must have been agonizingly difficult.

What is difficult, is she not saying?

Probably not.

When survival's at stake, I'm sure the choices are very clear.

That's right, Ed.

That's right.

Amazing story.

And to think that this happened here in boring little Springfield, USA.

this proves anything

for your mind your body and your soul you know what that means