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Like you don't know.
Mad like a dog in heat, I bet you were. I can tell you got a temper on you.
Would you?
Would I what?
Would you kill her?
I've done a few things but I'm not a murderer, Mr. McKenna.
How do you know if you've never tried?
This is a joke, right? You just want to rattle me. Right?
What can I do for you, lad?
I was hoping we could talk.
Talk? About what?
About things. About your wife.
Sweet Grace? What about her?
About what you said this morning.
You said you had an insurance policy out on your wife. Fiftythousand dollars.
I do.
You said you'd cut that up with the man who did her in.
I did?
Don't play simple with me, Jake. You're a betting man. You want me to spell it out for you? I'll kill Grace if you cut me in on the money.
Boy I think this heat's getting to you the way you're rambling on.
I'm not rambling.
You're talking like a madman.
Well then, I guess that qualifies me for citizenship in this town. You're the one brought it up. This morning. In your car.
Oh, that was just loose talk. Husband gettin' pissed off. I don't want anybody dead.
Bullshit. You wanted me to kill her.
A man doesn't always mean the things he says.
You meant it.
What makes you say that?
Because you're a slimy bastard who would have his wife killed just to get his hands on some money.
And what does that make you?
The slimy bastard who's going to do it for you... You're a jealous man Jake. If you can't have Grace to yourself...well, you're not the sharing kind.
Well, I guess I have what you call a lovehate relationship with Grace.
You love her, but you hate her?
No, I hate loving her. I hate the kind of person she is. I hate having to tolerate the little "games" she plays. Like fucking half of the town behind my back and laughing at me. The bitch. She loved to play. She wants me to hit her and when I hit her she likes it. She tortures me. But she's family. She's my little girl. My baby. I couldn't stand to watch her eyes roll back in her head as she sucks her last breath, or to see her pretty pink brains spill from her skull. No. Not me. But you? You got the killing in you, boy...How much you want?
How much could you get?
Maybe ... tenthousand. And that's a maybe.
I need thirteen.
That's a bit much.
We're not talking about buying a car Jake. We're talking about killing your wife. It's thirteen, or it's nothing.
You drive a hard bargain, but I had a feeling you were my boy when I met you.
I'm not your boy. I don't like you. I got no choice but to do business with you. Let's just call this a nasty little marriage of convenience.
Don't say that. I had a marriage of convenience with Grace, and look where that's lead... Well, looks like we got ourselves a contract.
If you can't trust the man you've hired to kill your wife ...? The thing is it's got to look like an accident; that's the thing. If it doesn't, then it's no good. I won't get a dime, and it's my neck that'll be on the chopping block while you're living it up somewhere.
How do you want it?
How the hell should I know? I've never had a wife killed before. Jesus Christ! <u>You</u> want this job, you don't know how to do this? I guess I should have hired a professional.
You want to do this yourself? I don't have to do this, you know.
Be quiet, boy. I got to figure this thing. I'm thinking. It can't be done at the house. It should be...
Come to think of it, how 'bout some money upfront?
Oh yeah sure. Why don't I buy you a plane ticket right out of here while I'm at it. I <u>know you</u>... This is what you do: Go to the house to see her.
And tell her what?
...I don't know. Tell her you had to see her. Tell her you don't care if she's married or not, you had to be with her. Sweet talk the woman. A young buck like you must be good at that. Then ... maybe shift the conversation. Get her thinking about that jeep of hers. She loves that thing. Maybe the only thing she does love. She'll want to take you for a ride.
I know you're not surprised I'm back here, cause you can read my mind and all.
Next time you'll do just fine.
No!
That's my gun... That fucking Darrell!
I like Darrell. He may be an idiot, but he's my half brother. We own Harlin's together, yeah, that little redneck manages to get paid no matter how things work out.
I guess this is what they call "ironee"? Hunh?
It's not what you think, Jake.
No, but it don't matter anyway when you're lying there with your brains all over my carpet and I'm telling Sheriff Potter about this drifter, didn't have enough money to fix his car. And Darrell happened to find his gun, and through maybe this drifter heard old Jake got some money stashed away, and figgered he might try to break in and steal it!
Wait a minute. Just listen to me...
...And he thought he'd clock old Jake McKenna and turn his brains into wall paper...and then maybe borrow $200 or $20,000, or $200,000...
I came for Grace.
You came to take my wife from me?
Shhh! Liar.
It's the truth, Jake.
That's a thick change of heart from this afternoon.
Maybe I don't like being played, like she played us today. Maybe I don't like that at all, Jake. I'm just pissed enough, maybe I'll rip the neck off my own grandmother.
You have a lot of talk in you, whole lot of talk.
Damn it, Jake. There is a guy coming to kill me, and if it comes down to me or Grace, then I pick Grace. You were going to give me thirteenthousand. Give me twohundred. I'll kill her and dump the body where no one will ever find it. She showed me the perfect place. There won't be enough left for an autopsy. But I need the the money. I've got to have the money.
How the hell did you know where the bedroom's at?
What are you talking about!
Come on, Jake
Don't Jake me boy! It's a big house. You probably didn't even make it out to the desert this afternoon...
You'd tell me anything to save your pathetic life.
You know what kind of woman Grace is, Jake. You know how badly she wants to get the fuck out of Superior. What's she to you, Jake; a woman who wants you dead? Let me kill her. All I want is twohundred dollars to get out of here with.
Twohundred dollars?
Twohundred dollars...I'll do it! I'll kill her!
I wasn't doing anything.
That's not the way it looked to me. Looked to me like you was trying to make time with her.
Make time? Is everybody in this town on drugs?
Then maybe you should've. Look, pal, I wasn't making a play for your girl.
You expect me to believe that?
I don't care what you believe as long as you leave me alone.
Mister, I'm calling you out.
What? You want to fight? Over her?
Let's see...they're not very imaginative?
'Cause I'm just like dynamite. And when I go off, somebody gets hurt.
Fine. I was making time with your girl. Now I'm scared to death and I learned my lesson. Now can you go away?
Not before I settle with you, chickenshit!
Christ, I don't believe this!
Stand up.
I wasn't hitting on your girl!
Stand up, Mister, or I'll beat you where you sit.
Mister!
Oh, shit!
That's right, Mister. You better be afraid. I told you it wasn't over, but you didn't listen. Now I find you sneakin' around with my girl behind my back.
I wasn't sneaking around with your girl. Would you please tell him?
Oh, that tears it, Mister. I'm gonna bust you up but good. I'm gonna bust you into a million pieces and then ... and then bust those pieces up, and then ... and then spread them all around. That's what I'm gonna do. You don't know what you're dealing with, Mister. I'm crazy. I'm psycho crazy.
Yeah, I know. You're TNT. Just like dynamite. When you go off somebody gets hurt. All right. Let's do this.
I'm doing what any man would do if he'd been offended. I'm stompin' your ass.

Like you don't know.

Mad like a dog in heat, I bet you were. I can tell you got a temper on you.

Would you?

Would I what?

Would you kill her?

I've done a few things but I'm not a murderer, Mr. McKenna.

How do you know if you've never tried?

This is a joke, right? You just want to rattle me. Right?

What can I do for you, lad?

I was hoping we could talk.

Talk? About what?

About things. About your wife.

Sweet Grace? What about her?

About what you said this morning.

You said you had an insurance policy out on your wife. Fiftythousand dollars.

I do.

You said you'd cut that up with the man who did her in.

I did?

Don't play simple with me, Jake. You're a betting man. You want me to spell it out for you? I'll kill Grace if you cut me in on the money.

Boy I think this heat's getting to you the way you're rambling on.

I'm not rambling.

You're talking like a madman.

Well then, I guess that qualifies me for citizenship in this town. You're the one brought it up. This morning. In your car.

Oh, that was just loose talk. Husband gettin' pissed off. I don't want anybody dead.

Bullshit. You wanted me to kill her.

A man doesn't always mean the things he says.

You meant it.

What makes you say that?

Because you're a slimy bastard who would have his wife killed just to get his hands on some money.

And what does that make you?

The slimy bastard who's going to do it for you... You're a jealous man Jake. If you can't have Grace to yourself...well, you're not the sharing kind.

Well, I guess I have what you call a lovehate relationship with Grace.

You love her, but you hate her?

No, I hate loving her. I hate the kind of person she is. I hate having to tolerate the little "games" she plays. Like fucking half of the town behind my back and laughing at me. The bitch. She loved to play. She wants me to hit her and when I hit her she likes it. She tortures me. But she's family. She's my little girl. My baby. I couldn't stand to watch her eyes roll back in her head as she sucks her last breath, or to see her pretty pink brains spill from her skull. No. Not me. But you? You got the killing in you, boy...How much you want?

How much could you get?

Maybe ... tenthousand. And that's a maybe.

I need thirteen.

That's a bit much.

We're not talking about buying a car Jake. We're talking about killing your wife. It's thirteen, or it's nothing.

You drive a hard bargain, but I had a feeling you were my boy when I met you.

I'm not your boy. I don't like you. I got no choice but to do business with you. Let's just call this a nasty little marriage of convenience.

Don't say that. I had a marriage of convenience with Grace, and look where that's lead... Well, looks like we got ourselves a contract.

If you can't trust the man you've hired to kill your wife ...? The thing is it's got to look like an accident; that's the thing. If it doesn't, then it's no good. I won't get a dime, and it's my neck that'll be on the chopping block while you're living it up somewhere.

How do you want it?

How the hell should I know? I've never had a wife killed before. Jesus Christ! <u>You</u> want this job, you don't know how to do this? I guess I should have hired a professional.

You want to do this yourself? I don't have to do this, you know.

Be quiet, boy. I got to figure this thing. I'm thinking. It can't be done at the house. It should be...

Come to think of it, how 'bout some money upfront?

Oh yeah sure. Why don't I buy you a plane ticket right out of here while I'm at it. I <u>know you</u>... This is what you do: Go to the house to see her.

And tell her what?

...I don't know. Tell her you had to see her. Tell her you don't care if she's married or not, you had to be with her. Sweet talk the woman. A young buck like you must be good at that. Then ... maybe shift the conversation. Get her thinking about that jeep of hers. She loves that thing. Maybe the only thing she does love. She'll want to take you for a ride.

I know you're not surprised I'm back here, cause you can read my mind and all.

Next time you'll do just fine.

No!

That's my gun... That fucking Darrell!

I like Darrell. He may be an idiot, but he's my half brother. We own Harlin's together, yeah, that little redneck manages to get paid no matter how things work out.

I guess this is what they call "ironee"? Hunh?

It's not what you think, Jake.

No, but it don't matter anyway when you're lying there with your brains all over my carpet and I'm telling Sheriff Potter about this drifter, didn't have enough money to fix his car. And Darrell happened to find his gun, and through maybe this drifter heard old Jake got some money stashed away, and figgered he might try to break in and steal it!

Wait a minute. Just listen to me...

...And he thought he'd clock old Jake McKenna and turn his brains into wall paper...and then maybe borrow $200 or $20,000, or $200,000...

I came for Grace.

You came to take my wife from me?

Shhh! Liar.

It's the truth, Jake.

That's a thick change of heart from this afternoon.

Maybe I don't like being played, like she played us today. Maybe I don't like that at all, Jake. I'm just pissed enough, maybe I'll rip the neck off my own grandmother.

You have a lot of talk in you, whole lot of talk.

Damn it, Jake. There is a guy coming to kill me, and if it comes down to me or Grace, then I pick Grace. You were going to give me thirteenthousand. Give me twohundred. I'll kill her and dump the body where no one will ever find it. She showed me the perfect place. There won't be enough left for an autopsy. But I need the the money. I've got to have the money.

How the hell did you know where the bedroom's at?

What are you talking about!

Come on, Jake

Don't Jake me boy! It's a big house. You probably didn't even make it out to the desert this afternoon...

You'd tell me anything to save your pathetic life.

You know what kind of woman Grace is, Jake. You know how badly she wants to get the fuck out of Superior. What's she to you, Jake; a woman who wants you dead? Let me kill her. All I want is twohundred dollars to get out of here with.

Twohundred dollars?

Twohundred dollars...I'll do it! I'll kill her!

I wasn't doing anything.

That's not the way it looked to me. Looked to me like you was trying to make time with her.

Make time? Is everybody in this town on drugs?

Then maybe you should've. Look, pal, I wasn't making a play for your girl.

You expect me to believe that?

I don't care what you believe as long as you leave me alone.

Mister, I'm calling you out.

What? You want to fight? Over her?

Let's see...they're not very imaginative?

'Cause I'm just like dynamite. And when I go off, somebody gets hurt.

Fine. I was making time with your girl. Now I'm scared to death and I learned my lesson. Now can you go away?

Not before I settle with you, chickenshit!

Christ, I don't believe this!

Stand up.

I wasn't hitting on your girl!

Stand up, Mister, or I'll beat you where you sit.

Mister!

Oh, shit!

That's right, Mister. You better be afraid. I told you it wasn't over, but you didn't listen. Now I find you sneakin' around with my girl behind my back.

I wasn't sneaking around with your girl. Would you please tell him?

Oh, that tears it, Mister. I'm gonna bust you up but good. I'm gonna bust you into a million pieces and then ... and then bust those pieces up, and then ... and then spread them all around. That's what I'm gonna do. You don't know what you're dealing with, Mister. I'm crazy. I'm psycho crazy.

Yeah, I know. You're TNT. Just like dynamite. When you go off somebody gets hurt. All right. Let's do this.

I'm doing what any man would do if he'd been offended. I'm stompin' your ass.