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You know how that Toby is. Thinks every man he sees is after his Jenny.
More like Jenny is after every man she sees.
Let me get your change.
Flo, I'm just gonna help myself to a refill on the coffee.
Son of a bitch!
Virgil! Now look at what you done! Are you all right?
I think I burned my gun hand!
You got a beer?
What kind?
Beck's.
No Beck's. A1, Coors...
Heineken?
No, we ain't got no Heineken. We got Miller.
Genuine Draft?
No. Just plain ol' Miller. Now you can fuckin' take it or you can fuckin' leave it.
I'll fuckin' take it. To go.
Shasta! Now why'd you go and scare the nice man like that? Sorry about that, mister. Let's see, you want $3.25. You try to have a nice day now, would you?
Sure, I'll try.
I need a ticket.
Where to?
Out of here.
But, in particular?
I ... Mexico. You got a bus that goes to Mexico? That's where I have to go.
Mexico is a large country. Where in Mexico would you like
I don't care, just get me there.
How about Ciudad Juarez? You could take a local, arrives in two hours, and transfer in Albuquerque. It'll get you across the border.
How much?
One way, or round trip?
One way.
30.55. Twenty more will get you back.
Twentyseven, fifty. That's all I got.
The ticket is 30.55.
Keep your change. Bus threetwentythree. Leaves at seven fifty two, tonight.
I'm sorry. It's just ... you know ...
That's a shame, Bobby. A real shame.
And that's not the half of it, Mr. Arkadin...
"Arkady"
Right, Mr. Arkady. And that's not the half of it. I got your money, and I go into this little grocery store in this hicktown to get something to eat and then... well, it gets <u>robbed</u>!
...And let me guess. This robber he gets your money.
No. Two of them. Two robbers. And they <u>both</u> get nailed... get shot by the old lady.
The old lady?
With a <u>shotgun</u>! She kills <u>both</u> of 'em, and... and the money in my bag gets all shredded to bloody pieces. Not one bill is left alive. I mean, what are the odds?
Mr. Arkady, honest, I ad to beat it outta there before the cops showed. So now I don't have a cent to my name. I can't even get my car out of the garage. I tell you, Mister... if it weren't for bad luck I wouldn't have nay fuckin' luck at all, you know? So, I was wondering if you could wire me a hundred fiftydollars so I could get my car out of this garage, see? The bus depot here has a Western Union thing. And of course I'll pay it back with the rest of the money.
Which you don't have.
But which I can get. No problem. Look, I can sell my car in Vegas. Blue book it's worth 16 at least. I just need the 150, uh...
Yeah, if you could send it care of...
...Now, let me get this straight. Two years you give me problems with your fuckin' payoffs. Now you owe me thirteenthousand dollars, you call me collect then ask me to wire you onehundredfifty dollars just so you can get your car fixed.
A hundredfortyfive would probably cover it.
A hundred and ... Now you listen to me you deadbeat little punk: I don't care if you got hit by a truck and run over by a steamroller. You owe me thirteenthousand dollars and <u>I want it</u>. I don't care how you get it, or where from, but I want it on my desk tomorrow, or I'll show you what real bad luck is.
What'd you say to me!
Shit I'm sorry!...you can't believe the strain I'm under. I'm just under a lot of strain here.
Morning, officer.
Son. Little excitement out at the reservation this morning. Wayne and Dale Elkhart were up drinking all night and then Wayne starts chasing Dale around the desert with his shotgun. BIA handled it. I went by for backup.
Where ya goin'?
Harlin's.
Get in.
Seen you popping up a little bit of everywhere today. You're not planning on staying are you?
No, sir. I'm not going to be around long if that's what you're worried about.
That's a nasty cut you got there.
Yeah, fell down and hit a rock. Not as bad as it looks.
There was a young fellow over at Jamilla's today when it got hit. Way she tells it he got whacked around good by one of the robbers.
Sounds like it. I wish I could help Sheriff, but I just want to get my car and get on up the road.
Can I give you a hand, beautiful?
I'm just going to my car?
That's right on my way.
My mother told me never to accept offers from strangers.
My name is Bobby. Now I'm not a stranger anymore. See how easy it is for us to get to know each other, beautiful?
Do you have to call me that?
I don't know your real name.
Maybe I don't want you to.
Maybe, but if you didn't I think you would have kept on walking.
You're pretty full of yourself, aren't you?
I like that about me, beautiful.
It's Grace.
May I carry your package, Grace?
Jesus.
You sure you can manage?
I got it.
Do you want me to carry your pack for you?
No, I've got it.
What happened to your hand?
Accident.
You should be more careful.
It's very nice of you to help me. That package is kind of heavy, and it's so hot.
No trouble at all, really.
Wasn't nothing.
Oh, this isn't my car. It's down a ways. I should have parked closer. I just didn't think it would be so heavy. I could drive up.
That's all right. I got it.
Thank you, Bobby.
You're welcome, Grace.
You're not from around here, are you?
Why you say that? Just because I help a lady with her package?
You don't have that dead look in your eyes like the only thing you live for is to get through the day.
I just drove in this morning.
Drove into Superior? What for?
Didn't have a choice. My car overheated up the road.
You're lucky you didn't break down in the desert. Day like today, you'd be dead in no time. When you leaving?
Not until my car's fixed. I don't know how long that's going to take.
And here I've made you all hot and sweaty.
Where you coming from?

You know how that Toby is. Thinks every man he sees is after his Jenny.

More like Jenny is after every man she sees.

Let me get your change.

Flo, I'm just gonna help myself to a refill on the coffee.

Son of a bitch!

Virgil! Now look at what you done! Are you all right?

I think I burned my gun hand!

You got a beer?

What kind?

Beck's.

No Beck's. A1, Coors...

Heineken?

No, we ain't got no Heineken. We got Miller.

Genuine Draft?

No. Just plain ol' Miller. Now you can fuckin' take it or you can fuckin' leave it.

I'll fuckin' take it. To go.

Shasta! Now why'd you go and scare the nice man like that? Sorry about that, mister. Let's see, you want $3.25. You try to have a nice day now, would you?

Sure, I'll try.

I need a ticket.

Where to?

Out of here.

But, in particular?

I ... Mexico. You got a bus that goes to Mexico? That's where I have to go.

Mexico is a large country. Where in Mexico would you like

I don't care, just get me there.

How about Ciudad Juarez? You could take a local, arrives in two hours, and transfer in Albuquerque. It'll get you across the border.

How much?

One way, or round trip?

One way.

30.55. Twenty more will get you back.

Twentyseven, fifty. That's all I got.

The ticket is 30.55.

Keep your change. Bus threetwentythree. Leaves at seven fifty two, tonight.

I'm sorry. It's just ... you know ...

That's a shame, Bobby. A real shame.

And that's not the half of it, Mr. Arkadin...

"Arkady"

Right, Mr. Arkady. And that's not the half of it. I got your money, and I go into this little grocery store in this hicktown to get something to eat and then... well, it gets robbed!

...And let me guess. This robber he gets your money.

No. Two of them. Two robbers. And they both get nailed... get shot by the old lady.

The old lady?

With a shotgun! She kills both of 'em, and... and the money in my bag gets all shredded to bloody pieces. Not one bill is left alive. I mean, what are the odds?

Mr. Arkady, honest, I ad to beat it outta there before the cops showed. So now I don't have a cent to my name. I can't even get my car out of the garage. I tell you, Mister... if it weren't for bad luck I wouldn't have nay fuckin' luck at all, you know? So, I was wondering if you could wire me a hundred fiftydollars so I could get my car out of this garage, see? The bus depot here has a Western Union thing. And of course I'll pay it back with the rest of the money.

Which you don't have.

But which I can get. No problem. Look, I can sell my car in Vegas. Blue book it's worth 16 at least. I just need the 150, uh...

Yeah, if you could send it care of...

...Now, let me get this straight. Two years you give me problems with your fuckin' payoffs. Now you owe me thirteenthousand dollars, you call me collect then ask me to wire you onehundredfifty dollars just so you can get your car fixed.

A hundredfortyfive would probably cover it.

A hundred and ... Now you listen to me you deadbeat little punk: I don't care if you got hit by a truck and run over by a steamroller. You owe me thirteenthousand dollars and I want it. I don't care how you get it, or where from, but I want it on my desk tomorrow, or I'll show you what real bad luck is.

What'd you say to me!

Shit I'm sorry!...you can't believe the strain I'm under. I'm just under a lot of strain here.

Morning, officer.

Son. Little excitement out at the reservation this morning. Wayne and Dale Elkhart were up drinking all night and then Wayne starts chasing Dale around the desert with his shotgun. BIA handled it. I went by for backup.

Where ya goin'?

Harlin's.

Get in.

Seen you popping up a little bit of everywhere today. You're not planning on staying are you?

No, sir. I'm not going to be around long if that's what you're worried about.

That's a nasty cut you got there.

Yeah, fell down and hit a rock. Not as bad as it looks.

There was a young fellow over at Jamilla's today when it got hit. Way she tells it he got whacked around good by one of the robbers.

Sounds like it. I wish I could help Sheriff, but I just want to get my car and get on up the road.

Can I give you a hand, beautiful?

I'm just going to my car?

That's right on my way.

My mother told me never to accept offers from strangers.

My name is Bobby. Now I'm not a stranger anymore. See how easy it is for us to get to know each other, beautiful?

Do you have to call me that?

I don't know your real name.

Maybe I don't want you to.

Maybe, but if you didn't I think you would have kept on walking.

You're pretty full of yourself, aren't you?

I like that about me, beautiful.

It's Grace.

May I carry your package, Grace?

Jesus.

You sure you can manage?

I got it.

Do you want me to carry your pack for you?

No, I've got it.

What happened to your hand?

Accident.

You should be more careful.

It's very nice of you to help me. That package is kind of heavy, and it's so hot.

No trouble at all, really.

Wasn't nothing.

Oh, this isn't my car. It's down a ways. I should have parked closer. I just didn't think it would be so heavy. I could drive up.

That's all right. I got it.

Thank you, Bobby.

You're welcome, Grace.

You're not from around here, are you?

Why you say that? Just because I help a lady with her package?

You don't have that dead look in your eyes like the only thing you live for is to get through the day.

I just drove in this morning.

Drove into Superior? What for?

Didn't have a choice. My car overheated up the road.

You're lucky you didn't break down in the desert. Day like today, you'd be dead in no time. When you leaving?

Not until my car's fixed. I don't know how long that's going to take.

And here I've made you all hot and sweaty.

Where you coming from?