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You flirt with me, then you run cold. You lead me on, then slap me down. I don't go for being jerked around.
Really? And what game did you want to play? You carry my box for me, and I fall into bed with you?
I think I can find my own way back to into town.
Maybe I like to find out about a man first. Maybe I like to know what he's made of.
I'm just flesh and blood, baby. That and a few memories of bad women; just like most guys. But you already know that. You read my fortune. Thanks for the lemonade.
You never did answer my question.
Still playing?
That's not an answer. What is it you want?
You know what I want.
Maybe I just want to hear you say it.
Damn it, Grace! Tell him.
If he says that's what happened, Jake, it must be true.
Doesn't the heat bother you?
Yeah, but I like the sun. I grew up on a reservation. The sun, the desert; they were like a religion to us. Jake's the same way. He loves the desert. I guess we're alike that way. That's about the only way.
You love him?
No.
Did you ever?
Depends on what you call love. When I was growing up I had nothing. I learned to want everything. I wanted more than Sierra anyway. Jake was my ticket. He's not much; he's older than me, different than me, but he's got more money than half this town put together. I courted him. I let him think he was courtin' me, but I reeled him in like a fish on a line. I wanted him. I wanted what he could give me, and I would've done anything to get him. Is that love?
I'm guessing no.
Yeah, I guess you're right.
And I take it things didn't much work out the way you planned.
I'm still here, aren't I? See this?
All this nothing? I've spent my life in this stinking desert. It doesn't get to Jake like it got to me. He doesn't mind being out here. He doesn't mind being nothing but a land broker. Big fish in a small pond, he says. More like a little fish in a dried up watering hole.
You could just leave him.
I don't know how.
You just walk away.
It's not that easy. Maybe you can take chances; maybe you can wander around like some stray wherever you please. I can't. I don't want to be alone. I need to know I'm going to be taken care of.
You need a meal ticket is what you mean. Some guy you can latch onto just long enough for him to get you out of here.
Is that so bad? It's not like I wouldn't try to make him happy. For awhile, anyway. I mean, I would . . . do things for him. I guess I'm no good that way. I guess I tried to sucker you along like that. Do you hate me for it? I wouldn't blame you if you did. But maybe it's like you said: You just got to do whatever it takes to get out.
Whatever it takes.
How far is it to California?
From here? I don't know. Far. Far enough.
Have you ever been there before?
Yeah.
Is it pretty?
Beautiful. Beautiful beaches. Blue water and clear skies as far as you can see.
Take me with you.
I can't.
Please. I won't hang on you. As soon as we get there you can dump me. I don't care. I just want to get out of here.
Grace, I can't. I can't even get out of here myself. I need a hundredfifty bucks to get my car back from that crazy mechanic.
I know where we could get the money. A lot more than onehundredfifty dollars.
Where?
Jake.
You think Jake's going to give me money just so I can take you out of here?
He doesn't give it to us. We take it.
From?
He's got money. In a floor safe in the living room. I've never seen it, but he talks about it all the time. More like brags. He loves his money. Wouldn't think of spending some of it on me.
You live pretty good.
Yeah, a bird in a gilded cage.
How much money has he got?
Near as I can figure must be about a hundredthousand.
Onehundredthousand!? That sonof abitch lied to me.
Lied? What do you mean?
I . . . nothing. Just something he said. So if the money's in a safe we'd have to get the combination
It's not a combination lock. It takes a key. He keeps it on him all the time. I mean all the time. It scratches up against me when we do it.
If the key's on him, to get the key we'd have to . . .
We'd have to kill him.
John? John where are you going?
I think this heat is making me crazy. I was crazy to come back here, I'm crazy for listening to anyone in this town, and I'd sure as hell be crazy if I spent another minute in this place.
John, please
I don't know what I was thinking, but I can't do it.
What are you talking about?
Kill someone. I can't do it.
Is it so bad? It would be quick. He wouldn't even have to feel it.
Shit!
It's not like he's a young man. He's had time to live.
Jesus Christ! Listen to yourself! I can't do it, Grace. I can't do it.
I thought you would be on your way to Vegas by now. Is there something you wanted?
I wanted to talk.
I don't think we have anything to talk about.
What about us?
There is no us, remember?
Except I can't get you out of my head, Grace.
I've thought about you every second since I left. I can still taste you on my lips.
Stop it.
Why? Am I making you hot, or does the truth scare you?
Because I know you're full of shit.
I mean it, Grace. I'm getting out of here, and I want to take you with me.
I thought you couldn't leave. I thought you couldn't get your car.
I could if I had Jake's money.
Is that what changed your mind? The money?
I don't give a damn about the money. I want you, and I want to get us out of this shithole. There's only one way to do that.
Are you sure? About me, I mean?
I came back for you; this morning I came back. Before I even knew about the money. You're what I want.
The only reason I stormed off is because you sort of spooked me talking about Jake. But I've had nothing but time to think about it. It keeps coming back to you and me and us getting the hell out of here. But we've got to get the money, baby. We get the money, I get the car, then we get the hell out.
You said you couldn't kill anybody.
We don't have to kill him. Just knock him out and tie him up 'till we get away.
Grace . . . Grace?
After dark. I'll leave the back door unlocked.
Why the hell didn't you do anything?
What was I supposed to do?
You could have hit him, or kneed him in the balls.
Where's the safe?
I don't know.
You don't know? Jesus Christ! Don't you think you should have found out before we killed him?
I'm not sure where it is. Not exactly. I never saw it. I just heard him talk about it.
Oh, that's great. We killed Jake because you heard him talk about some money that you've never seen. That's fucking brilliant!
Don't yell at me!
Nothing. There's no safe under here.
There has to be!

You flirt with me, then you run cold. You lead me on, then slap me down. I don't go for being jerked around.

Really? And what game did you want to play? You carry my box for me, and I fall into bed with you?

I think I can find my own way back to into town.

Maybe I like to find out about a man first. Maybe I like to know what he's made of.

I'm just flesh and blood, baby. That and a few memories of bad women; just like most guys. But you already know that. You read my fortune. Thanks for the lemonade.

You never did answer my question.

Still playing?

That's not an answer. What is it you want?

You know what I want.

Maybe I just want to hear you say it.

Damn it, Grace! Tell him.

If he says that's what happened, Jake, it must be true.

Doesn't the heat bother you?

Yeah, but I like the sun. I grew up on a reservation. The sun, the desert; they were like a religion to us. Jake's the same way. He loves the desert. I guess we're alike that way. That's about the only way.

You love him?

No.

Did you ever?

Depends on what you call love. When I was growing up I had nothing. I learned to want everything. I wanted more than Sierra anyway. Jake was my ticket. He's not much; he's older than me, different than me, but he's got more money than half this town put together. I courted him. I let him think he was courtin' me, but I reeled him in like a fish on a line. I wanted him. I wanted what he could give me, and I would've done anything to get him. Is that love?

I'm guessing no.

Yeah, I guess you're right.

And I take it things didn't much work out the way you planned.

I'm still here, aren't I? See this?

All this nothing? I've spent my life in this stinking desert. It doesn't get to Jake like it got to me. He doesn't mind being out here. He doesn't mind being nothing but a land broker. Big fish in a small pond, he says. More like a little fish in a dried up watering hole.

You could just leave him.

I don't know how.

You just walk away.

It's not that easy. Maybe you can take chances; maybe you can wander around like some stray wherever you please. I can't. I don't want to be alone. I need to know I'm going to be taken care of.

You need a meal ticket is what you mean. Some guy you can latch onto just long enough for him to get you out of here.

Is that so bad? It's not like I wouldn't try to make him happy. For awhile, anyway. I mean, I would . . . do things for him. I guess I'm no good that way. I guess I tried to sucker you along like that. Do you hate me for it? I wouldn't blame you if you did. But maybe it's like you said: You just got to do whatever it takes to get out.

Whatever it takes.

How far is it to California?

From here? I don't know. Far. Far enough.

Have you ever been there before?

Yeah.

Is it pretty?

Beautiful. Beautiful beaches. Blue water and clear skies as far as you can see.

Take me with you.

I can't.

Please. I won't hang on you. As soon as we get there you can dump me. I don't care. I just want to get out of here.

Grace, I can't. I can't even get out of here myself. I need a hundredfifty bucks to get my car back from that crazy mechanic.

I know where we could get the money. A lot more than onehundredfifty dollars.

Where?

Jake.

You think Jake's going to give me money just so I can take you out of here?

He doesn't give it to us. We take it.

From?

He's got money. In a floor safe in the living room. I've never seen it, but he talks about it all the time. More like brags. He loves his money. Wouldn't think of spending some of it on me.

You live pretty good.

Yeah, a bird in a gilded cage.

How much money has he got?

Near as I can figure must be about a hundredthousand.

Onehundredthousand!? That sonof abitch lied to me.

Lied? What do you mean?

I . . . nothing. Just something he said. So if the money's in a safe we'd have to get the combination

It's not a combination lock. It takes a key. He keeps it on him all the time. I mean all the time. It scratches up against me when we do it.

If the key's on him, to get the key we'd have to . . .

We'd have to kill him.

John? John where are you going?

I think this heat is making me crazy. I was crazy to come back here, I'm crazy for listening to anyone in this town, and I'd sure as hell be crazy if I spent another minute in this place.

John, please

I don't know what I was thinking, but I can't do it.

What are you talking about?

Kill someone. I can't do it.

Is it so bad? It would be quick. He wouldn't even have to feel it.

Shit!

It's not like he's a young man. He's had time to live.

Jesus Christ! Listen to yourself! I can't do it, Grace. I can't do it.

I thought you would be on your way to Vegas by now. Is there something you wanted?

I wanted to talk.

I don't think we have anything to talk about.

What about us?

There is no us, remember?

Except I can't get you out of my head, Grace.

I've thought about you every second since I left. I can still taste you on my lips.

Stop it.

Why? Am I making you hot, or does the truth scare you?

Because I know you're full of shit.

I mean it, Grace. I'm getting out of here, and I want to take you with me.

I thought you couldn't leave. I thought you couldn't get your car.

I could if I had Jake's money.

Is that what changed your mind? The money?

I don't give a damn about the money. I want you, and I want to get us out of this shithole. There's only one way to do that.

Are you sure? About me, I mean?

I came back for you; this morning I came back. Before I even knew about the money. You're what I want.

The only reason I stormed off is because you sort of spooked me talking about Jake. But I've had nothing but time to think about it. It keeps coming back to you and me and us getting the hell out of here. But we've got to get the money, baby. We get the money, I get the car, then we get the hell out.

You said you couldn't kill anybody.

We don't have to kill him. Just knock him out and tie him up 'till we get away.

Grace . . . Grace?

After dark. I'll leave the back door unlocked.

Why the hell didn't you do anything?

What was I supposed to do?

You could have hit him, or kneed him in the balls.

Where's the safe?

I don't know.

You don't know? Jesus Christ! Don't you think you should have found out before we killed him?

I'm not sure where it is. Not exactly. I never saw it. I just heard him talk about it.

Oh, that's great. We killed Jake because you heard him talk about some money that you've never seen. That's fucking brilliant!

Don't yell at me!

Nothing. There's no safe under here.

There has to be!