The Lost (2006) - full transcript

Do you have a cigarette?

Yeah, I guess not.

Excuse me.
I'm really sorry.

I thought we were
alone up here.

I'm sorry.

I just had to, you know,
use the facilities.

Excuse me.

Whoo-weee!

There's a couple
chicks down there.

Naked as blue jays.

Naked?



Gorgeous, too.

I mean, perfect bodies.

Tall, full, firm.

Just how I like 'em.

Uh, Jen?

Last one's for me.

Shit.

Ray, I mean,
if we're out of beer,
let's just split.

Are you kidding me?
I wanna see these girls.

Women, not girls.

Besides, I got another
six-pack in the car.

Why don't you
go get it for us?

Come on, Ray.

I'm hungry.
Let's just, um...



Let's go get something
to eat, okay?

You're always hungry.

What did I tell you about
watching your figure, hmm?

Why don't you get
a nice little workout
down the hill?

There you go.
That a girl.

Ya!

You know,
fuck Phillip.

You can do so much
better than him.

Christ. Lezzies.

Man, that's
fucking disgusting.

Come on, Ray.

You don't know
they're lezzies, man.

Maybe they're sisters.

You ever kiss
a girl like that, Jen?

No, of course not.

You ever touch a girl's hair
the way she was doing before?

Just come off it, Ray.

You see?
I told ya.

They're fuckin'
lesbians.

Couple of
daddy's girls, too.

Brand-new jeans
to go camping in,
for Christ's sake.

You know what we ought
to do, Timmy?

We ought to pop 'em.

What?

Pop 'em.

You see, Jen,
you don't get it.

You never shot
a rabbit before.

Tim and I have, though.

One minute
everything is fine.

Hey. We're hopping down
the bunny trail.

The next minute, pow!

Rabbit hell,
and you caused it.

You took him there,
and he ain't coming back.

So, Jen, you gotta think like,
"What would it feel like?

What would it fucking
feel like to shoot a person?"

Lezzies?
Who gives a fuck?

They're not gonna
have kids, right?

Who's gonna miss 'em?

You don't know
they're lezzies.
Not from just...

you know, getting naked
and stuff.

Shut up, Tim.
Maybe they're European.

No. I heard about
these European chicks,

and they got this custom
where they just get
naked together.

You are so fucking
full of shit, Tim.

You don't know, man.

I just wish
that I could

completely just
hate him, you know?

But it's just that he really
is so sorry afterwards.

Oh, God.
Come on, Lisa.

He's already done this
to you twice.

Do you really think
he's not gonna
do it again?

Yeah, I know.

Ow. Gross.

Man, we're gonna get eaten
alive out here tonight.

I packed bug spray.

Even if he hadn't
hit you,

you know it wasn't gonna
work out, right?

Yeah, I guess.
You guess?

God, don't you remember
Johnny Norman?

He was exactly
like this guy.

I mean, he was cute
and he was popular,

but he was fucking
full of himself

you couldn't even
stand him for two months.

Yeah, you're right.
I don't get it.

Why do I always
do this to myself?

You're doing
everything right.

You're
just not doing it

with
the right person yet.

Come here.

You're fine.

We all make mistakes.
It's okay.

It doesn't mean that
all guys are jerks.

We just-- We gotta find
the right ones, you know?

Aah!

Aah!

Aah!

Oh, God! Oh, God!

Lisa, get up!

Get up!

Aah!

Get up.

What are we gonna do?

We're gonna
bury 'em, Tim.

Then we're gonna pack up
all their gear,

and we're gonna
dump it.

So that way no one will
ever know they were here.

Does that sound like
a plan to you?

I want to get out of here!

Bury them?
What the fuck?

You see any fucking
shovels around here?

Hey, Tim,

you and Jennifer are
gonna take the Buick,

and you're gonna go back
to my place, okay?

Now, there's some shovels
in the storage shed.

Nobody's home,
so don't worry,
all right?

Meanwhile,
I'm gonna stay here,

and I'm gonna
tidy up, okay?

Give me
the flashlight.

Cool. Now listen,
here are the keys.

This on is to
the storage shed,
all right?

Remember to lock up
when you're through.

Timmy, do not go
fucking up on me.

I won't.

I want-- I want Tim to
drop me off at my house.

No, you don't.

You just think
that you do, okay?

Look at me.

You're a part
of this, okay?

I want you to be
a part of this.

You are gonna
remember tonight
for fucking ever.

Come here.
Come here.

Come here.
Look at me.

Come here.

You will.

I promise you
you will, okay?

Okay.

Okay.

Timmy.

Come here.

Okay.

So...

I want you guys to go now...

and I want you
to be careful, okay?

Are you cool?

Yeah, you are.

Yeah, you are.

All right.

Do it.

Drive safe.

Come on, Jen.

Take care of my girl.

Charlie.

What's going on there,
big guy?

What is it?

Um...

she died.

Who?

Elise Hanlon.

Been on life support
all these years.

What was the point?

Oh, hell,
I'm sorry, Charlie.

You know, I, uh-- I went
to go see her, and, uh...

it looked to me like
she was already dead.

There was nothing
but skin and bones.

She was a tough,
tough kid.

She wouldn't let go,
you know?

Or they wouldn't
let her go.

Can I get
another one, Teddy?

We worked hard on
that case, Charlie.

You know we did.

Yeah, we did.
Look where it went.

Down the toilet.

Absolutely true.

My partner with it.

Hey, you know, Teddy,

he's got a great
special here today.

Corned beef sandwich,
potatoes on the side.

5.25.
I recommend it highly.

Yeah?

Christ, it's you.

I heard about Elise,
Mrs. Hanlon.

You did?

Yeah. I, uh...

I thought I'd come by.

I wanted to say I'm sorry.

Who is that?
It's a policeman.

The Sparta police.

Um,
this is Detective Earl--

Charles.
Charlie Shilling.

Charlie Shilling.

He, um--
He investigated the case.

Look, um,
it's awfully nice
of you to come by.

She died at 11:35
this morning.

They called me and said
she passed away.

I guess I learned
a little while
after you did.

I'm a little bit
drunk here.

Well, I...

I figure you probably
have a right to be.

Yeah, but...

the thing is...

I'm a little bit drunk
a lot of days now.

I didn't used to be.

I didn't drink very much,
just a glass of wine,

but now I do...with Eddie.

I drink with my Eddie.

I met Eddie at the...

Where'd we meet?

Um, we met over at
the Standish House,

over at the bar.

Right, at the bar.

You ought to finish that one
and lay off.

Ray's gonna be pissed.

Ray couldn't care less.

He'll care if you puke
all over his boots.

Ray doesn't care
what I do, okay?

He'll care
if you puke.

I'm not gonna puke.

Have you thought
about it yet?

Huh?

About what you want
to do tonight.

Me? I still say Don's,
but...you know.

It doesn't matter
what I want to do...

or what you want to do.

It's what Ray wants to do.

Yeah, sure.

It's true.

Bullshit.
He always asks.

Yeah, he asks.

And then he just...

does whatever he wants
to do anyway.

Shit.

Whatever.

Jennifer, come on!

Jennifer, Jennifer,
let's go.
What? It's just Ray.

You know the drill.
It might not be Ray.
It could be the man.

Let's go.
Come on.

Jennifer!
What?

Stop, stop, stop!
Come on! Let's go!

No, no, no!
Let's go! Come on!

Okay!

Get over here!

Guys, I got held up at
the fucking motel again.

Ice machine's out,
and the people in 11

are tossing themselves
some party.

A couple of babes,
if you know what I mean.

So I had to send Willie
over to the 7/11
to get a bag.

And you know he can't
leave that fucking desk
alone for a minute.

You look good.

I want you guys
to meet someone.

Please
come with me.

Tim and Jennifer,
I want you both
to meet Katherine.

She just moved here
from San Francisco.

Her car had a flat
back up on Laurel.

I saw her
hitching into town.

And I figure
we're going into town,

why not just
give you a lift, huh?

Um...

Tim thought maybe
Don's Drive-in?

No, we've been
to the drive-in.
The drive-in's for kids.

Let's go downtown,
hit the bars, party.

She could
use a drink, right?

Whatever.

Wait a minute,
hold on.

Hey, Etta. What's up?

Your daddy says
he wants to see you.

Trouble?
I don't think so.

Why?

You been in some?

Where is he, outside?

Out back.

Hi, Daddy.

You look dirty.

Digging in the garden.

I won't ask you
for a hug.

You got a minute?

Sure, I guess.

Thanks.

Next weekend,
I'm flying back
to see your mom.

You wanna come?

No.

You sure?

Why would I
want to do that?

She's your mom, Kat.

It would only
be for the weekend.

I thought we could
see some friends, too.

We could go see Deke.

You don't like Deke.

I don't have to like
Deke anymore.

He's there, we're here.

Sorry, Dad.

No way.

You'll be all right,
alone here?

Sure.

Etta will be around.

Etta will be around
during the days.

It's the nights
I'm worried about.

Come on, Daddy.

I'm a good girl.

Bates Motel.

Who?

Oh, did I say Bates?

I meant Starlight.

Is this who
I think it is?

Do you always answer
your phone that way?

This is great!
You called me!

You're surprised?

Uh, yes and no.

What's yes
and what's no?

Oh, see, now you got me in
a bit of a position here.

How's that?

Because anything
that I say

is gonna make me sound
kind of egotistical.

Which is to say
you're not egotistical?

Okay, let's just say...

that I was hoping
that you would call...

because you wouldn't
give me your number.

You busy
Friday night, Ray?

I don't know.
Let me check my schedule.

Ahem.

Let's see, um...

I'll be damned.
It's free.

Pick me up at 8.

Are you gonna tell me
what you have in mind?

I don't think so.

Do me a favor.

What's that?

Make it a solo
appearance.

No little...
groupies, please.

You mean
Tim and Jennifer?

Mm-hmm.

Okay. Who are
Tim and Jennifer?

Good.

Who was that?

Huh?
I heard you talking.

It was my goddamn mother!
What else is new?

Raymond, get over
to 11 now.

Why? What's the problem?

Carla says the toilet's
backed up.

She says it's
a hell of a mess all
over the goddamn place.

Great.

Hurry up and get over there
before it ruins the rug.

Your mom again?

Yeah. There's a big
fucking emergency.

Toilet duty.

You want to go on
over for me?

Oh, yeah, sure.
Swell.

Like, my mother's
a goddamn cripple.

She can't
do it herself.

Oh, and do me
a favor, Jen.

Don't eat all
the fuckin' Fritos on me.

I'll take it from here.

I'll have her call you
once I'm through.

Oh, Ray, meet
Sally Richmond.

Sally, this is
my son Ray.

He's my assistant
manager.

Sally's coming on
in housekeeping
tomorrow.

It's nice to meet you,
Sally.

Hello, Mr. Pye.

If you're gonna be
on staff here,
it's Ray, okay?

Okay.

Ray.

9:00, then?

9:00 sounds fine.

We'll give you
three days to start with

and then see
about extending you.

Fine.
Well, then, tomorrow.

It was nice to meet you,
Mrs. Pye.
Same here.

It was nice
to meet you, Ray.

Thank you.
See you tomorrow.

Everything fixed
in 11?

Yes, someone tried to flush
a Kotex down the toilet.

Some of these women
are animals.

Raymond--
It's all ready for Carla.

So what time
do you have to be
at work tomorrow?

9.

Sure wish I knew what
you were planning to do

and where you were
planning to do it.

I know it's your
decision, but...

I sure as hell
would have tried to
talk you out of it.

Cut it out, Eddie.

You're trying
to spook me.

You're damn right I am.

It's just a job, Ed.

I can handle it.

Listen, the best way
you can handle Ray Pye

is to stay the hell
away from him.

I can do that, too.

Good.

What is he gonna do,
murder me in the laundry room
in broad daylight?

You are a sweet,
silly man,

and you're crazy about me,
aren't you?

Hey, Sally,
how's it going?

Not bad.

Not the most interesting
job in the world, I guess.

All the interesting jobs
are usually taken.

You got that right.

Assistant manager's
not exactly a thrill
a minute either,

but it pays
the bills, though.

Gets you out
every now and then.

Are you going to school?

In the fall.
Really?

I figure I'd just
hold onto the job
for a year or so.

Give myself a nice little
nest egg, you know,

and maybe try
art school.

Mm-hmm.

What are you
gonna major in?

Um, photography,
for starters anyway.

You're a photographer?

That's fantastic!

Listen, every now and then,

I jam with some friends,
you know?

We're in a band together,

so we could use some photos
for promotion and publicity.

You think you might
want to do that?

Actually,
I only do landscapes.

So do a landscape!

Only put me
in the landscape--

Put the band in
the landscape.

It could be cool,
right?

I'll think about it, okay?

Listen, there's a whole
bunch of us

going up to the point
today after work.

We drink a beer,
just relax,

and take a look
at the sunset.

Really terrific
sunsets up there.

You wanna come?
I don't think so.

Come on,
you'll have fun.

You're my boss,
remember?

So? There's gonna be
a whole bunch of us up there.

And besides,
my mother's the boss.

I'm just an employee
just like you.

You're the manager, Ray.

I couldn't do that,
but thank you for asking.

You're welcome, Sally.

Well, listen, think
about the photos, okay?

'Cause we could really,
honestly use them.

Okay.
Okay.

Hey, Ray.
Detective Shilling.

Little slow today, huh?

Hey, I'm wondering
if maybe you could

help me out with
something here, Ray.

Have you seen
this guy before?

No.

Never. Why?

Well, it's
interesting, actually.

He's wanted for a murder
over in Mountain View.

Seems he shot and, uh...

killed two girls,
campers...

in the park
overlooking the lake.

That's why I say
it's interesting

because we had a murder
a whole lot like that
a few years back,

up by Turner's Pool.

You remember that,
don't you?

Of course I do.

You and Detective Anderson
questioned me about it
a few times.

A few times, yeah.

Hey, do you think that
maybe it was the same guy?

I mean, the same guy
who shot those two
girls over here?

Well, anything's possible,
but, uh...

no.

We don't think
it's the same guy

that killed the girls
over here.

No, we think
it's some other guy.

Actually,
we're pretty sure of it.

So who else is on today
besides you?

Um, there's two girls
on housekeeping.

What about Mommy?

No, she doesn't come in
until tonight.

You mind if I talk to
this girls in housekeeping?

Sure, no problem.

Why don't you give me
their names, Ray?

Jeanie Robert-Shaw,
uh, and--

You gotta slow down.

It takes me a minute.

Robert-Shaw?
Robert-Shaw.

Good actor. Remember Jaws?
Remember that?

♪ Fare ye well and adieu
Remember that?

What's the second one's name?

Uh...Sally Richmond.
She's new, though.

We'll just go with
the new one first,
what do you think?

Tell me where
I can find her.

You want me to show you?
It's no trouble.

No, no, no, no, no,
you just sit down.

Sit down.

All right.

You have a good day, buddy.

You know what?
Your hair looks great.

It looks killer.

Sally Richmond?
Yeah?

Uh...

I'm-- I'm, uh,
Detective Charles
Shilling.

I'm, uh,
a friend of Ed's.

Oh.

He's mentioned you often.

This isn't
about him, is it?

Oh, no, no, no, no,
he's fine, he's fine.

He's a little bit worried
about you, though.

You mean about the job.

You mean Ray.
Yeah.

Has he come on
to you yet?

Yesterday.

My first day here.
Can you believe that?

Yeah, I can believe
pretty much anything
about Ray Pye.

What else did Ed tell
you about him exactly?

Just that he was a suspect
in a murder a few years ago.

The main suspect.

Come here,
have a seat.

Ray wasn't our
main suspect.

He was our
only suspect.

And now you're
telling me that,
you know,

he's coming on to you,
and it makes me think
that maybe

he came on to one of
those girls back then

and she said "Thanks,
but no thanks,"

and that's why
they're both of them
dead right now.

I need this job,
Mr. Shilling.

No, you don't.

There's other jobs,
Sally.

Well, I understand
what you're telling me and...

I'm not a fool, so...

I'll see what I can do.

Good.

You know Ed's 60,
right?

I know.

So you like this place,
too, huh?

Man, I really
love the food here.

Sally, I'm glad
I ran into you.

I'm tossing
a little party tonight.

A whole bunch of people,
and you ought to come.

Really,
you'll have a great time.

I'm sorry.
I've already got plans.

Change 'em.

Sorry, I can't.

Are you sure?

You'll have a wonderful
time, I promise.

As I said,
I've got plans.

Well, that's too bad.

Maybe some
other time, then.

Hey, Ray.

Hey, Dee Dee.
Good to see you.

What can I get you?

How about a Coke
and a burger, medium?

You want fries
with that?

No, you better
hold the fries, Dee Dee,

'cause I gotta
watch my figure.

Come on, Ray,
not you.

Is there anything else
I can get you?

Actually, no,
I'm all finished.

Here. You can
keep the change.

Thanks.

Have a good rest of the day.

Have you ever seen this?

Adams is the best.

I look at these photos
all the time.

It helps me relax
and forget about things.

This book
is brand-new, Ray.

Yeah.

Well, my old copy
fell apart.

You're full of shit.

What?
Bye.

Let go of me, Ray!
What the hell
is wrong with you?

Who do you think
you are, huh?

No! Look at me!

Who do you think
you are, Ray?

You come on to me
my first day on the job,

and I
make it perfectly clear
that I'm not interested,

and then you come to me now
with some stupid line

about a book you don't
even know about?

I don't like being
insulted in public.

Tell your mom I'm not
coming back after lunch.

Tell he that I quit.

If you do not get out
of my car right now,

I will scream, I swear.

You're a bitch, Sally--
Fuck you!
Let go!

Yeah, hey, Charlie?

Sally just called me.
Yeah.

Yeah. She told me
she quit her job.

She did? Good. Good.

Good for her.

She told me that you
convinced her to do it,

and I'm just thanking you
for putting the fear
of God into her.

My pleasure.

Oh, and another thing.

She told me that Pye
invited her to party
he was throwing tonight.

He's a persistent
little bastard, isn't he?

Well, I got thinking
that, you know,

probably hangs around
with a pretty young crowd.

There might be some
minors there.

Might be some drugs there.

I know how you hate to
corrupt the minors, Charlie.

I hate it worse
than taxes, Ed.

Thanks for the tip,
partner.

Six girls.
What?

I have fucked six girls
in this place,

and still they've
been coming around.

It sounds like someone is
having quite a party here.

Yes, and I just can't
get to sleep.

I have-- I have my meetings
first thing in the morning,

and I really
need my sleep.

Perhaps if you could send
s patrolman over--

Hey, Dee Dee,
welcome to the party.

Hey, Ray.

Do you want to be
lucky number seven?

What?
Cops!

Oka, uh, fuck!

If you have a roach,
please swallow it.

Beers-- Fuck!
Beers in the fridge!

Timmy, open
the door, please!

Ashtrays in
the toilet, now!

Oh, shit.

Whoa, whoa.

Damn!
Christ!

I burned myself.

Hey, Charlie.

I was just
cruising around
the neighborhood.

Thought maybe
I'd lend a hand, huh?

Let's go.

Shit!

Dick, it's smoke!
Drop it!

Guys, guys, guys, guys!

Not on the fucking floor!
God damn it!

This is a fucking mess!

Go on!
Get out of here! Go! Go!

Leave your fucking joint!
Get out! Fuck!

Excuse me, son. We've
had a noise complaint.

Is this your place?

No, man,
it belongs to a friend.

Well, may I speak
to your friend, then, please?

Actually,
he's in the john.

He's in the john?

Yeah.

Well, then will you
get him for me, please?

Sure.

Officers, is there
some problem?

Hey, Ray. You mind
if we all come in and
hang out for a moment?

I guess you
have a warrant.

Why would we have
a warrant

for a simple
noise complaint, Ray?

No, we just
want to come in
and have a chat

like you and I
did yesterday.

The guy who killed
those two young girls.

What?

The guy that looked
a lot like you.

Uh, listen, Officer,

we're just having
a little party here,

and we'll turn down
the volume, okay?

I apologize personally
if we disturbed anyone.

You smell something
funny, guys?

I kinda do, now
that you mention it.

You smoking weed, Ray?

Nope. What you smell
must be cigarettes.

Oh. My buddy here?
Great cook.

He burned a pan
on the stove
making popcorn.

Oh, making popcorn?
Yeah.

Burnt pan?
That's right.

All right, you guys,
the party's over.

You know, I don't think
you can do that.

Sure I can, Ray.

You know, I'm
looking around here

and probably
three-quarters of these
kids are minors.

From right here,
I can see empty cans,
bottles, beer.

make them walk the line?

I mean,
it might take a while,

but we got plenty of
time, right, guys?

Stretch out your hand,
touch the tip of your nose,
all that, sure.

Jesus Christ!
What did you say, Ray?

Nothing.
You religious?

Jesus?

You know the way
that you said that

could be construed
as a curse word.

Are you using curse words
in the presence

of officers
of the law, Ray?

No, not at all.

Okay, well, uh,
you heard the man.

The party's over.

Okay, Miss,
let's go.

Well, I'm staying here.

Your mom and dad
know that?

I'm 20 years old.

Could I see
some I.D.?

Um...

Okay. Sorry to have
troubled you, Miss Fitch.

Hey, Ray.
Buddy.

I will definitely
see you around.

All right, killer.

Good night.

Uhh!
Aah!

Aah!

Ray?

Ray?

Look, I-- I know
how you feel, I really do.

And it was-- it was
a great party, too,

until they came along.

Look, just...just...

just talk to me, okay?

Okay? And then...

And then maybe,
in a while,

we'll clean up
the place, all right?

And then...

and then we'll plan
an even bigger party, okay?

Just--I mean, maybe
for the weekend, okay?

That'll show 'em.
Won't it?

Won't it?

Did you think it was
a really great party?

Oh, yeah. Yeah, I did.
Everybody did.

Yeah? What were you
doing standing
by the window,

fucking sulking
with Timmy, then?

Oh. Um, I was--
I was just a little tired.

That's bullshit!

Okay, I just--
I just...

Ray, I just
got depressed, okay?

That's all.

You know, it's like all those
other girls were here, okay?

And that Dee Dee,
you know?

Look, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.

It's--

It's just that you know
how I feel about us, right?

I just got a little
depressed, that's all.

I couldn't help it, okay?

And I know it's dumb
because-- because I love you,

and I know that
you love me back, okay?

Look, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.

Take off your blouse.
I wanna see your tits.

Jen, take off your blouse.
I want to see your tits.

Come on!

Undo me.

You want them
all the way off?

Did I say I wanted them
all the way off?

You know what?
Fuck it. Just forget it.

Just get the hell--
Just get out of here.

Ray...

Just-- You know what?
Just fuck it.

Get your stuff
and go home.

Fuck. Ray, come on.
This-- It happens.

It doesn't happen to me!
No, it doesn't!

Look, I've got an idea.

Why don't you just let me
help you clean up the place?

And then maybe
in a little while,

we'll just take
another shot at it.

No! No, all right?

No, Jen, no.

We will not take another
fucking shot at it!

Okay.
Do you hear me, Jen?

Do you fucking hear me?

Ray, you're hurting me.

It would be really smart
of you to go right now.

Get the fuck
out of here!

Okay, bye.

Anything wrong?

No.

You know me,
in one mood
and out the other.

So you think
we could, um...

think we could
do that again?

Well, jeez, Timmy,

is it okay if I
finish my smoke first?

No, I mean, um...

you think we could
do it again some--
some other time?

I don't know.

Maybe.
I mean...

I just...
had to see.

You know,
I just...

I just
needed to see...

something,
I don't know.

Sure.

You got any dope
on you, Tim?

Yeah.

Try some of this.

Cool.

Where'd you get hash?

Ray.

You don't usually buy.

I didn't.

Ray gave it to you?

He never
gives up hash.

I mail it for him, right?

I pick it up
at the post office.

I've been shaving it
for about a year now.

Ray's never noticed it.

Jesus, Timmy.

You got more balls
than brains, you know that?

Ray would kill you
if he knew.

I know.

Let's fire it up.

It looks just the same.

You know Short Hills?

We lived here
when I was a kid.

Can't say I've missed it.

Take the next right.

Where are we going?
You'll see.

Kath, what the hell
are we doing here?

We're here
for drinks, silly.

See that oak tree
over there?

My mom once shattered
a glass of banana
daiquiri all over it.

What did she
do that for?

I guess she didn't
like her drink.

How are you two
this evening?

Doing fine.

What would you
like to drink?

I'll take a scotch
and soda.
Banana daiquiri.

Thank you.

Ahem.

Do you want to play
a little game?

What kind of game?

It's called Truth.

I ask you
a question.

You have to answer it
completely and truthfully,
no bullshit.

Then you can
ask me a question.

I'll run a tab
for you?

Please do.

So what do you think?

Okay.
I'll give it a shot.

Do you wear make-up?

Oh!

Yeah. Sometimes.

But you know,
when you play in a band,

you gotta know about things
like hair color and make-up.

I mean, it's just
part about being serious
about what you do.

I don't overdo it,
and most people
never even notice.

It's my turn, right?
Mm-hmm.

What do you really
think about me?

First of all, um,
I hardly know you.

You're funny.

Yeah.

Quirky in a way
I kinda like.

Good-looking.

Conceited.
Conceited?

Okay, in this game,
you're not allowed
to interrupt.

Okay.

And you hang around
with a bunch of losers.

But then again,
you know...

Sparta's 90% losers
from what I can see.

You have secrets.

You talk a lot,
but don't say much.

I find that
kinda interesting.

Is that all?
Yeah, yeah, for now.

It's my turn.

Are you actually
fucking Jennifer?

No.
No?

Absolutely not.
Never?

That's another question.

So now it would be
my turn again, right?

Sure.

Are you
attracted to me?

You see? I told you
you were conceited.

Those two questions
were both about you.

No, they're not.

I was just trying to see
how you see me is all,

you know, like your own
personal perception.

That's different, right?

Okay, yeah.

I find you attractive.

That doesn't necessarily
mean I'm gonna do
anything about it.

But yes. In a strange
sort of way, yeah, I do.

What's the worst thing
you've ever done?

I, uh...

Uh...

I trashed a house once.
I was 17.

Timmy and I both
ran away from home.

It just seemed
like a cool idea.

Just run away.

Just get the hell
out of there, you know?

Timmy knew this place
up on Stir Fire Road

where his dad had done
some work as a carpenter.

It was way the hell
out in the boonies.

The owners only use it
in the summertime.

And here it was winter,

so the two of us
broke in there.

I mean, all they had
to eat was SpaghettiOs,

but the liquor cabinet
was full,

and we found a case
of beer in the basement.

I found a .38 Lady Smith
revolver in the nightstand

and a .22 rifle
under the bed.

We started target practicing
inside the house.

Too fucking crazy,
'cause whether you hit
anything or not,

you had to, like,
dodge the ricochets.

It was fucking flying
around after you.

It was probably
pretty stupid of me.

We could have gotten
ourselves killed.

But...

man, it was a kick.

We were stoned,
so we didn't care.

I even trashed the TV.

I really did,
I trashed that thing.

So one morning,
we wake up.

I mean, this place
is a total disaster.

There's hardly
a stick of furniture left.

We're sick of SpaghettiOs.

We have no more liquor.
We're out of pot.

We're bored shitless,
so we said "Fuck it,"

and we got out of there.

What's the worst thing
you've ever done?

Um...

that would be...

lying to my mother.

Lying to your mother?

Yeah.

That's the worst thing
you've ever done?

One lie in particular.

The complete
and total truth, right?

Yeah.

My mom was diagnosed
a paranoid schizophrenic

a couple of years ago,

and she went from being

this terrific painter
of Abstractionist--

She even had shows
in New York--

She went from there
to thinking that

the entire art world
was out to get her.

Not just the art world,
but the cops, too.

One Saturday afternoon,

my mom's
in one of her rages.

and she's off
her medication again.

It was a nice day,

and she was digging up
violets and begonias,

insisting I help
and yelling at me to

"go and get a shovel,
God damn it,

because there's somebody
buried in there."

Finally, I was just
so sick of all this
crazy bullshit.

So I told the lie.

I told her that my dad
had come into the room
the night before

and said that he was
leaving her and moving now.

"So fuck her
and her bodies
buried in the garden.

She can just go
dig them up herself."

It was kind of
the last straw...

not being able
to trust my father.

So this one night,
my mom snuck
into the kitchen.

She turned
the grill on high,

waited until
it was really hot.

Aah!

The idea was that
she was trying to burn
away her fingerprints.

She wouldn't let my dad
touch her, just me,

but I didn't know
how the fuck to deal
with burns that bad.

She never painted again
after that.

Damn.

Let's get out of here.

Good night, Ray.

Hey, tomorrow night?

Okay.

One condition.
What?

You pick what
we do this time...

and you make it
interesting.

I can do that.

Hey, Bobby,
how you been?

Can I, um,
get a large box
of condoms?

Hey! Ed!

How have you been?
I haven't seen you in a while.

I've been
pretty good, Bill.

I just got a summer
cold, you know?

It's hard
to get rid of.

You, too?

Otherwise,
it's, you know...
everything's okay.

Yeah, Sally's got a cold.

I hope I don't catch
the goddamn thing.

You remember Sally?

Oh, yeah.
Mm-hmm.

Yeah, they sure do
grow up fast, don't they?

You wanna play mini golf?

Nah.

So...

do you want to split?

Sure. Where to?

You'll see.

What,
we're going camping?

Nah. Swimming.

There's a great pool
up there, you'll see.

You want to swim?

Sure!
It's not too cold.

No swimsuits, Ray.

You always wear
a swimsuit?

Leeches?
It's possible.

Does that bother you?

Not unless
it bothers you.

I mean, the thought
of a leech on your dick--

My dick's gonna have
to take its chances.

Fuck, it's freezing.

Shit, that ought to
keep the leeches down.

Enough with
the leeches, Ray.

20 bucks
says that you

don't have the guts
to go in first

and face all those
nasty leeches
by yourself.

I mean, who knows?
Maybe...

there may be even,
like, a snake or two.

I thought this was your idea
to go in the pool.

I'm going to be
right in after you.

You wanna watch me
get naked, right?

Me?
Yeah.

No interest at all.

Make it a hundred.

You can even
hold the flashlight.

How's that for a deal?

Go ahead, Ray.

Move the flashlight
around a little.

Because you won't
face it at home, right?

You know, this isn't
my style, Ray.

Why don't you
just fuck me instead?

What?

Just fuck me.

Are you serious?

Are you-- Are you
fucking with me?

Sorry.

For what?

That was a little fast.

I've had faster.

You know, I should never
have brought you down here.

Why's that?

You remember last night?

When you asked me
what the worst thing
I ever did was?

I told you about
trashing that house?

Mm-hmm.

It was a lie.

The trashing the house?

No, we trashed
the house.

But that's not the worst
thing I ever did.

I don't know what
to say to you, Ray.

I don't know whether
to believe you, either.

It's pretty fucked up, though,
you know, either way.

I'm pretty fucked up.

I've been fucked up
for a while.

So you didn't tell me.

What did it feel like?

I did tell you.

No.

Tell me what
it felt like after.

Not then.

At the time, not when you were
out there killing people.

Jesus.

Do you, uh...

do you really
want to hear this?

I guess I must.

I'm asking, huh?

Okay.

Uh...

It felt scary.

It felt dangerous,
and it felt scary.

But I gotta tell you.

I gotta be
honest with you.

It also felt like
I had all this this
power all of a sudden.

Like I could scare them
or, uh...

or wound them
or whatever.

Uh...

Like, even when
I started shooting,

I could stop
and let them live,

or I could just keep
doing what I was doing.

It's also like I was on
this fucking roller coaster

and, uh, I...

I don't know,
I mean, it just, like,
grabs a hold of you.

Wow. Uh...

That's
pretty fucked up.

Um...I'm sorry.
I apologize.

Don't get it.

I'm sorry.
Do you know what time it is?

It's probably
a wrong number.

It's not the wrong number,
Ray, not at this hour.

Hello?

All right.

I'll be on the first
plane in the morning.

Is the body wrapped?

Do you know how much
she suffered?

So did I.

All right.

I really did love her.

I love you.
I love you so much, Daddy.

I'll see you.

Okay.

Bye.

Your mother?

Jesus,
I'm really sorry.

I think you should
go now, Ray.

I-- I have things
to do.

I have to go to
San Francisco first
thing in the morning.

Okay, sure. Yeah.

Um...

I'm really sorry,
Katherine.

I'm here for you,
Kath.

It's all right.

Good-bye.

I don't know.

I'm feeling, like, I guess
you could say exposed.

Everywhere I go,
I feel like people
are staring at me.

"There goes
that dirty old man."

You're not
a dirty old man.

So how come
I feel like one?

Ed, I don't care
who knows about us.

Is that why you're
parked out back so
the neighbors can't see?

Christ, Sally, I'm old enough
to be your grandfather.

No, you're not.
You're a few years
older than my dad.

I don't see why that's
such a big deal.

Well, the town would.

Your parents would.

So you're gonna get
drunk on me now?

You got a reputation
to think about.

My reputation?

In a month,
I'm leaving it
in its tracks.

Yeah, and I gotta still
live in this town
after you're gone.

What are you telling me?

Don't fuck around
with me, Ed.

I just don't feel
like the way I did.

I just think that--

I was wondering
maybe I don't...

Maybe we shouldn't
be doing this and...

maybe I shouldn't
be doing this.

So you want
to call it quits?

Jesus, Ed.

Listen, Sally,
you're so young.

Don't say that to me!

It's not my reputation
that you're worried about.

It's your reputation,

and you're putting that
in front of us.

I never took you
as coward, Ed.

Oh!

Close your eyes.

Why?

Close your eyes.

You'll see.

Oh, my God. Ray.

It's so beautiful.

It's a diamond.

A diamond?

Oh, my God, Ray.

I picked it out
just for you.

Listen, I know that I
don't always show it,

but you will always
be number one
with me, Jen, okay?

Oh, my God, Ray.

I love you so much.

I'm sorry. I know
I haven't been good
enough to you lately,

acting jealous
and all that.

How much?
30 bucks.

For how much blow?

Well, if you beg,
bop until you drop.

We got 4 grams left,
and I figure "Hmm...

half of a gram ought to just
sock it to you lightly."

Settle down, Ray.
You've already done three,

like, the other night.

I'm cool as ice.

You were in jail,
huh, man?

Yeah.

What was that like?

See, the thing is...

I don't like
to talk about it.

Is that okay with you...
Ray?

Hey, whatever.

Yeah.

I sure as shit
do hope so.

Why the fuck do you
walk like that, Ray?

No shit, man.

I was only a kid,
like, 12 years old,

and this weed deal,
this weed deal goes bad.

I mean, real
fucking bad.

And these crazy
motherfuckers,

I mean, these guys in
these fucking suits,

these Mafia types, right?

They shoot me in both
my legs. Pow!

But I still had
to get away, right?

I told you this
fucking story.

I still had to get away.

I had to run,
like, 3 miles home.

By the time I got home,
my legs were fucked.

Well, they took
the bullets out,

but that shit
still hurts, man.

It also depends
on the weather.

Hey, Rog, how much
would you take for
a gram of this shit? 60?

You think you can go 80?

Roger, I think
I can go 80.

You got a problem?

What?

Do you have
a problem?

No.

Okay, cool.

Yeah?

Tim, come on out.

There's someone
here to see you.

Just a second.

No problem, right?

No, no problems,
just like I said.

You want a beer?
No, thanks.

How are you, Tim?

Okay.

Yeah?

You working
for your dad?

Yeah.

Sometimes when he
needs a hand.

Lenny, can I ask you
a big favor?

Sure.

Could I have a couple
minutes alone with Tim?

Well, I don't know, Charlie.
What's this about?

Just trust me.

I think he'd, uh,

be a little more comfortable
to open up to me

when his dad's
not sitting here.

You sure he's not
in any trouble?

'Cause if he is--
No, no, he's not.

This is about somebody--
somebody else.

Ray Pye.

Lenny, can we please have
a couple of minutes?

Really important.

So you're sleeping
with Jennifer, aren't you?

That's none of
your business.

That about answers
that question.

So then the next
question is...

how's Ray taking it?

I mean, does he know
about you two?

Look, Mr. Shilling--

It's Detective Shilling.

You see, Tim, I know
that he killed those girls.

I know it.

Now, what worries me,
and worries me bad,

is what does a guy
like that do

when he finds out
that he's been betrayed, hmm?

What if somebody told him?

Four years ago,
my partner Ed Anderson

interviewed you
in connection with Ray Pye

and his possible involvement

in the shootings of
Elise Hanlon and Lisa Steiner.

And at that time,
I think you said

Ray was friend of yours,

but you didn't know him
all that well.

You remember any of this?

Uh, yeah,
a little bit.

It was-- It was
a long time ago.

You also said
that you were home alone
that night watching TV.

Yeah. Yeah,
that I remember.

Why?

Huh?
Why do you
remember that?

I don't know,
I just do.

Oh. Okay.

Well, let's say you do
and you were.

Why did you lie
about the other thing?

What-- What other thing?

That you were already
sleeping with Ray.

I was not.

Why, sure you were.

No, that's ridiculous.

Well, Tim Best doesn't
think it's ridiculous.

And he said you were.

No. No, that's not true.
Tim wouldn't say that.

He also says that you're
sleeping with him now.

Jesus!
I slept with Tim once.

Well, once counts,
doesn't it?

The thing is, Jennifer,

Tim told me that you
were sleeping with him.

I mean, why would he
lie about you and Ray?

It doesn't really make him
look too good, doesn't it?

Sharing you
with his best buddy?

Jennifer, look, I know
all about this Ray Pye,

this piece of shit.

This is my card.

If you think about this,
call me.

Wow.

That's a nice crystal.
Ray give you that?

It's...

It's a diamond.

No, sweetie,
it's not a diamond.

No, that's
an Austrian crystal.

You know, if you
hit that with a hammer,

it'll shatter.

Probably shouldn't, though.
Kinda pretty,

even though it's
not really a diamond.

My name is Ray Pye,
Mr. Wallace.

I'm a friend
of Katherine's.

Uh...

I'm sorry
for your loss, sir.

Thanks.

Is-- Is Kath--
Is she available?

I just wanted to give her
my condolences.

Certainly.
Come inside.

Thank you.

Someone's here
to see you, Kath.

Hi, Kath.

Hi.

What are you
doing here?

We just got back
a half an hour ago.

Come on.
Come outside with me.

I bought these
for you.

Thanks.

Are you okay?
Yeah, I'm fine.

I really missed you.

Man, you don't--
you don't even know
how much I did.

Why didn't you
call me?

I couldn't
call you, Ray.

Why not?
A phone call?

Look, Ray,
we'll talk, okay?

I'll call you tomorrow
once we're settled in.

Christ, Kath,
I mean, like, tomorrow?

It's been going on for,
like a whole week?

Tomorrow?

I'll call you tonight.

Hello.

Hey.

Kath. Great.
How you doing?

I'm fine.

How's your dad?

He's okay.

I made some dinner.
We watched some television.

Fairly normal evening.

Well, he'll be okay.
It just takes time.

I've got a little
present for you.

I think you'll like it.

I thought maybe
you could come over,
we could hang out--

I can't do this anymore.
Huh?

I mean, I like you,

and we had a good
time together.

I just don't think

we should keep on
seeing each other.

Jesus Christ, Kath,
I love you.

Look at it my way.

I'm heading into
my senior year

in a brand-new school
in a brand-new town,

and I wanna be able to--

Fuck other guys?
Excuse me?

You wanna be able
to fuck other guys?

It that, like,
all the fuck you're saying?

It's not all the fuck
I'm saying, Ray.

You're just hearing
what you want to
hear, you know that?

Is it college?

Daddy's got, like,
all this money
and his great job,

and you're going
off to school?

Like that fucking cunt
Sally Richmond!

"Ray's a fucking loser!"

I don't know what you're
talking about, Ray.
Fuck!

I don't want to get
involved, that's all.

No more, no less.

Fuck! I figure
you owe me the truth.

I figure you owe me
at least that much.

You fucked some guy
in 'Frisco?

That's it.
Discussion over.

I'm going to bed
now, Ray.

You can't hang up
on me right now,

not in the middle
of all this.

I'm not in the middle
of anything.

I've said everything
I've had to say.

Just fucking
listen to me, all right?

I'm going to bed.
Good night, Ray.
Good-bye.

What the fuck, Jen?

What the fuck?
That's exactly right!

I came here
to tell you I quit.

No more bullshit, Ray.

What the fuck are you
talking about?

You have fucked
with my head for
the last time, okay?

I am gone,
do you get me?

I'm Tim's girl now,
you fucking asshole!

And he is better in bed
than you'll ever be!

And he doesn't have
to stuff his shoes
with beer cans

to make people think
he's got a big cock, okay?

So screw you!

And screw your goddamn
phony ring, fucker!

You fucking bitch!

Raymond!

Let her go, Raymond.

Right now!

Uugghh!

Hey, Ray.
What's going on?

Weigh it.
What?

Weigh it.
I already did.

Do it again.

Short.

You've been shaving it
on me, Timmy.

I--

I fucking figured!

I had a real strange visit
this morning, Timmy.

I mean strange, man.

From who?
Jennifer.

You see this little
scratch right here?

Yeah? She threw
my fucking ring at me.

Said that you were
screwing her,

and she threw my ring
right in my face.

If my mom wasn't there,

I would have fucking killed
that little cunt

right there in the goddamn
fucking driveway!

I'd have fucking killed
her flat, flabby ass.

You know what I'm saying?

I've fucking
had it with every one
of these fucking cunts!

Hi, Ed.

Hey. I was just
gonna call you.

What were you
gonna say to me?

You called me, remember?

Let's hear it, Ed.

I was just gonna say
I'm sorry.
That's it?

Okay, that and that...

I'd like to spend...

whatever time
you have here,

I'd like to
spend it with you.

And that...

and that I miss you.

And, uh...

that I don't give a damn
what other people are saying.

Gee, Ed, that's a lot.

I was just gonna say
that...

I forgive you.

Hey! That's great!
That's plenty!

Now I've got
more good news.

Tony got me a cushy
babysitting job,
and I start tomorrow.

Well, that's great.

Why don't we celebrate?
I'll make us dinner.

No, you won't
make us dinner.

You'll take us down
to Mountain View for
a couple of steaks.

But not tonight 'cause
I'm taking Tony out
for a burger and a movie.

Tomorrow?

Um, all right.

7:30?

That sounds just perfect.

Okay. Bye, Ed.

I'll see you then.

Aah!

Aah! Aah!

Don't you fucking move!

Get the fuck in!

Shoe!

All right, then.
We'll lock all the doors.

Aah!
Oh!

Aah!

Come on, Jen.

Come on, Jen.

Come on.

Boo.

You stay in there,
you hear? Get in, Jen.

Fuck! You guys don't
know each other, do you?

Hello!

Sally, Jennifer.
Jennifer, Sally.

Now get in the car,
Jen, before I...

kill your fucking ass
in front of the neighbors.

I'm gonna talk
to you guys in
a little bit, okay?

Be strong.

Be strong.

Gotcha!

Hey!
Daddy!

Daddy!

What's wrong with you?

Our daughter's
been kidnapped.

You sitting around
here doing nothing?

Why aren't you doing
anything about it?

You!

You son of a bitch!
I knew damn well it was you!

I care for her
very much, and I'm
very worried.

You goddamn lecher!
You're disgusting!

I ought to have your ass
thrown in jail!

Easy! She's age
of consent. Come on.

So that makes it okay?
You know what I'm saying.

This son of a bitch
dares to come around here?

Come around here now?

Throwing it right
in my goddamn face!

You heard him.
He cares what
happens to her.

So do I.

What? What are you
telling me, Charlie?

Are you fucking her, too?

Slide over,
you're driving.
The fuck I am!

Oh, you're gonna have
a hell of a lump on your
head in the morning, Kath.

Would you like
another one?

That a girl.

Where to, Ray?

Back to the campground
so you can dump the body?

What body?

My body.

No campgrounds.
You'll see when we get there.

Just drive the car.

We didn't do anything.

Ray just went crazy.

He shot those two girls.

And then-- And then
afterwards--

We couldn't
tell anybody--

Listen to me.
Where would Ray take Jennifer?

Where would he take
Jen and Sally now?

Where would he go?

His apartment?

No, we've got a car there
since the shooting started.

Nobody's shown up.
Where would he go?

Jesus! Fuck!

Not on my fucking boots!

Get the fuck
out of there!

God!

Do you remember
our date, Kath?

At that stupid
fucking country club?

Where you told me
about your sick fuck
of a mother,

and I told you about
the worst thing
I ever did?

Well, guess what.

This is where
it all happened.

Right the fuck
up there.

That's where...

That's where I got
my firepower.

Scene of the crime,
babe.

Scene of
the fucking crime.

Oh, God, I'm tired.

Okay, now,
I only got one pair.

And I figure Kat's
gonna be the one

that wants to give me
the most trouble.

So, um, why don't you...

do the honors for me
like a good girl?

These ones on her.

To-fucking-day!
Right now!

Well? Fucking do it!
Aah!

Put the fucking cuffs
on her, Sally!

Oh, you wanna snap at me?

You wanna fucking
snap at me?

She's gonna put 'em on!

Um, no.

You ever see a cop
cuff somebody that way
in the movies, huh?

Have you got
shit for brains?

Huh? Have you?

You cuff the hands
behind the back,

not in front
of the back.

Jesus Christ!

You see somebody
do it that way in the movies,

you now you got one fucked-up
movie, you know?

You just wasted
your 8 bucks.

The guy's gonna bust--
handcuffs, no cuffs.

Ha ha ha!

They must come up
to the lake this
fucking time of year.

Need these bugs
around the apartment,
know what I mean?

We should make out.

I'm sorry.

No, no, no, no,
it's not your fault.

You're Katherine,
right?

I'm Sally.

You're so beautiful.

Your hair
is so pretty.

This is fucking touching!

I'm having a great time!

But really, I'd like
to go up there.

So whenever you're
both fucking ready,

let's fucking go.

Come on.

Oh, that's you, too.
Here we go.

Don't fuck with me
right now!

God damn it!

What the fuck?

What the fucking shit!

This is my fucking place!

Guess who's pissed. Go!

Go in the fucking corner!

Aah!

Who the fuck are you?

No! Don't you
fucking move, man!

Who the hell are you?

My father
sold the house.

There are movers
coming tomorrow,
and we're--

Packing things up.

I'm sorry, what was that?

We're packing things up!

Aah!
Stay fucking right there!

What are your names?

Ken.

Ken.
Ken Wellman.

This is my wife--

Don't tell me--
Aah!

Is it Barbie?

Is that your
fucking name?

Her name's
Elizabeth. Liz.

Don't you fucking
come near me, man!

Really?

Well, that's just
fucking great.

I hope everyone's having
a fucking great time!

Wow.

You got movers
coming in tomorrow?

Yes.

What time?
8:00.

Listen, I don't know
what you want here,
but for God's sake--

For God's sake
fucking what?

Listen,
you be cool, okay?

You be fucking cool,
my man.

You just do as you're
told, you'll be okay.

My business
is with the girls.

This is my fucking
business, Kenny!

These are
all my girls.

Don't you fucking--
Aah!

Don't fucking move!

Where's the fucking plug?

Don't fucking move!

I can see you,
you know what I mean?

I can see what you're
fucking doing!

Right?

Whoo!

Get the fuck over there
and fucking stay there!

Okay.

Kenny...

your old lady.

She's pregnant, man,
isn't she?

That's cool.

Good for you, man!
Good for you.

You know why guys
like pregnant women?

A wife and kids?

I thought about it.
It's easy.

It's because a guy looks
at a pregnant woman

and wants a little kid,

he knows they
can be fucked!

You know what I mean?
So they can be fucked!

I mean, someone's fucking them.
You know what I'm saying?

How far along are you?
Three months.

I bet you folks
want a boy, right?

We don't care.
either way.

Either way,
you're happy, right?

Why don't you guys
give me a hand?

You're all silent.
That's what I need.

See, I want you
to give me a hand
with the girls.

I got some serious talking
to do to them.

I want them to pay
close fucking attention.

Like you right now.

Like you fucking
right now!

Pay the fuck
attention!

Think you can give me
a hand, Kenny?

What do you say?

You're a pal, Kenny.
What do you say?

Uh, you know...

Did you know
that Sharon Tate was
pregnant, Kenny?

You know Sharon Tate,
the movie actress,

got herself gutted
by the fucking
Manson family.

Amazing, terrific
piece of ass.
The fucking best!

I think she's further
along, Liz, though.

I don't even remember.
Does it matter?

She's dead.
She's fucking dead.

Kenny, I can't afford--

I'm losing my fucking
patience, Kenny!

What do you say?

All right.
I'll do what you want.

Lizzie?

All right.

All right? Yes!

The other two, maybe,

you could maybe
see it coming,

but Jennifer...

He's been with
Jennifer forever.

Listen, kid,
where else would he go?

There's
this drummer Roger,

but see, Roger's
deep into drugs and...

You know, I-- I...

I can't see him
risking having Ray
there and-- and guns.

The only other guy
I can think of,

the only other one,
is Sammy Nardoni.

He's the one that
gives us the hash.

Okay. You know
these people's addresses?

I don't know them exactly,

but I have them
written down at home.

Get on that phone,

call Mommy and Daddy
at home,

and get me
those addresses.

Lieutenant Anderson and I
are going outside for a minute.

We'll be right back.

Lieutenant Anderson?

It's a force of habit.
Sorry.

And I like their names.
Gus is right.

Who's gonna let this kid
into the house

with three scared girls
held at gunpoint?

Gotta be nuts.

Unless that Nardoni
character's some kind
of real hard case.

Maybe then.
Mm-hmm.

If he's still cruising around
in that Buick, we'll get him.

Yeah.
Question is when?

I think I know.

I think I know where
he might take 'em.

Okay, her next.

Lizzie, Lezzie,
Elizabeth.

Her next!

Get your fucking
cunt-ass over here!

I'm not gonna fucking
tell you again!

You wife, man,
look how fucking
jittery she is!

I mean, she looks
as if she can run out

and just, like, fucking
bolt on me any minute.

I won't run,
I promise.

You do?
You fucking promise?

Do you fucking promise?

Get your fucking ass
over here!

Whenever you're
fucking ready!

Why not her? Why me?

Uh, well, you know,

I kinda got something
planned for Sally, Lizzie,

and to be honest with you,

I don't think you'd like it.

You should probably
just have a seat, Lizzie.

I mean, I'm not gonna
hurt you or anything.

Shut the fuck up!
Oh!

Kenneth? You're
not gonna get all mousy
on me, are you, cowboy?

Move on,
you piece of shit.

You know what?

I'll be honest
with you, brother.

I don't really
like you anyway.

Aah!
Aah!

Oh! Yeah!

Aah!
Aah!

No!

Please!

No!

Aah!

Aah!

Just like Sharon.

Uhh!
Aah!

Bitch!

Aah! Uhh!

You fucked me up,
you know that?

I mean you really did.

Fuck!
This fucking hurts!

Man, do I have
taste in women.

I just knew
you'd be something.

From the moment
I saw you, I knew.

I just knew you'd be
something else.

Uugghh!

Just like
Kath over there.

I ain't seen you
naked yet, though!

Only one of my girls
I haven't.

I'm not one of
your girls, Ray.

You are now,
you fucking cunt!

Take off
the fucking blouse!

Come on, you got your
girlfriend's brains
all over it!

Take that fucking shit off!

You--
What? Huh?

You don't need
the gun, Ray.

Oh, you're gonna
cooperate now?
Yeah.

You are?

I'll do what you
want me to.

You will?
Uh-huh.

You gonna show me
your titties?

If you want.

Gonna show me
your snatch?

What?

"I'm gonna show Ray
my snatch." Say it.

I'm gonna show Ray
my snatch.

Uggh! "I'm gonna
show Ray my titties"
Say it.

I'm gonna show Ray
my titties.

That's good.

I haven't fucked you
yet, either, have I?

What the fuck
is she still alive for?

I just fucking shot her!

We'll get to that later.
You were saying?

I don't remember!
I don't remember!

I'm sorry!

Are you a good fuck
or a bad fuck?

I'm a good fuck.

Yeah.
Who says so?

My boyfriend.

You got a boyfriend?

Who's your fucking boyfriend?
What's his name?

Ed.
Like as in Mr. Ed?

Is he hung like a horse
or something, huh?

You know, the horse!

I don't--
I don't know what
you're talking about.

Take off your
fucking blouse

or I will put you down
like they put a horse down!

Like I put my
fucking mama down, cunt!

I ain't got
all fucking night.

Come on. Let's go.

Take off your
fucking shirt!

Okay.

Oh. Wow.

Not bad.

Pretty nice, in fact.

Yeah.

No!
Look at me.

Uhh! Fuck!

Sally!

Duck!

Uhh! Uhh!

Aah!

Aah!