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There isn't! There's nothing under here but more floor. Jesus fucking Christ! We killed a man for nothing but floor.
It's got to be here. I heard him talk about it. He bragged about it. Six steps out, three left.
This is good. This is real good. This is so good they might not even charge us with murder when they catch us. They'll probably just lock us up for being idiots.
If it isn't here, why would he wear that stupid key?
You're calling Jake stupid? You!?
Don't yell at me! I know it's here! I know it!
There's easily a hundredthousand in there. More than that.
I told you. I knew it was there. Didn't I tell you?
If you want.
We're going all the way. Together.
Let's go in the bedroom.
No.
Let's do it here.
What about him?
Let him watch. I want him to know what he's missing.
You got a suitcase?
Never needed one. I've never been anywhere. I've got a backpack.
Get it, and put the money in it. Pack up anything else you want to take with you.
Where are you going?
To get my car.
Wait. What about . . . him?
Put some clothes on him. When I get back We'll load him in the trunk and dump him in the desert. It'll takes days for anybody to find him.
John!? What the hell's the matter with you?
I . . . nothing. I just stubbed my toe on a rock. Hurt like hell . . . that's all.
I got the money all packed. I put the jeep in the garage. Figure that way people will think maybe me and Jake went away. Might buy us some time.
Yeah. Good thinking.
Had push it in. Funny thing; it wouldn't start.
Funny thing.
John . . .?
Grace! Just . . . let me handle this. Sheriff, I'm telling you there's nothing in that trunk. If that's not good enough for you, then I'd be happy to open it. Just as soon as you get yourself a search warrant.
Sheriff Potter, please. I can't go to jail. I wanted no part of it.
You liar! You wanted him dead. You seduced me into killing him!
Onehundredthousand dollars. A little more.
Damn you! What did you do that for? He can't prove anything.
No, you just wanted me to keep my mouth shut so I could go to a hanging alone.
That's all talk. He's got nothing on us. He let you kill Jake.
Not me. Us.
It doesn't matter. He was there and he let it happen. He can't take us in.
Give him the money.
What?
You heard me. Count it out.
He can't prove anything, John. He can't turn us in.
He can kill us. I don't know about you, but my life is worth thirty thousand dollars.
I shot him.
You killed him!
He was going to take the money.
Thirtythousand, that's all. We would have been free and clear. You didn't have to kill him.
It's our money. He had no right to take it.
You're crazy, you know that!? You're fucked up!?
Just drive.
Jesus, Grace. Did you have to kill him?
He was going to
I know. He was to take the fucking money.
You're tense. What are you all uptight about?
You killed a man for no reason!
Is that the kind of girl you think I am? What can I do to make you relax?
You could give me the gun.
Well, nothing.
Now what?
Now we dump Jake, split the money, then you're on your own.
But you said we could be together.
Are you kidding? I'm not going down with you for killing a cop.
What difference does it make? You killed Jake.
<u>We</u> killed Jake. And it's a big difference. You kill an old man, that's one thing. Nobody cares about an old man. You kill a cop and they never stop looking for you. Never.
He was a crooked bastard. He would have killed us.
The police don't know that. And it's going to be hard to explain it to them with a noose around your neck. I'll take you as far as California. If we can even make that. After that I'm cutting you loose.
But I want to say with you,
Why? So when the cops catch up with us you can try and sell me out again? You take your hald of the money and run. You might want to try Mexico. With all that dough you'll live like a queen.
I don't want to go to Mexico, John. I want to be with you. Don't you think I care about you?
I think you're a lying, back stabbing bitch. But it's nice to know you care.
John!
Grace!
Are you all right?
I think I busted my leg.
Can you climb back up.
I can't make it. Grace? Grace!?
I'm here.
Grace, listen to me. In the trunk of my car is a rope. It should reach down here. Got get it, throw it down and I'll climb up.
I'll get it.
John! Can you hear me? Are you still there?
Where the hell am I going to go?
John, you have to throw the keys up to me.
John, throw me the keys.
What for?
The trunk. It's locked.
It's not locked. I left it open when I took out Jake's body.
It's . . . it's locked.
You closed it, didn't you, Grace?
I was going to back the car to the ridge and pull you up.
Bullshit, Grace. You were going to drive off and leave me here.
No. I swear it.
And you're not one to lie, are you?
Throw me the keys and I'll pull you up.
Why don't you come down and get them so I can wring your pretty little neck?
John, if you don't throw me the keys, then I'll just walk away. Walk away and leave you here.
Walk to where? We're fifty miles to the nearest town. It's going to be over onehundred degrees today. How far do you think you're going to get?
Someone will find me.
Yeah, they'll find you. Dried up and twice dead.
You idiot! You'll kill us both!
At least I'll have company when I die. Ain't that right, Jake?

There isn't! There's nothing under here but more floor. Jesus fucking Christ! We killed a man for nothing but floor.

It's got to be here. I heard him talk about it. He bragged about it. Six steps out, three left.

This is good. This is real good. This is so good they might not even charge us with murder when they catch us. They'll probably just lock us up for being idiots.

If it isn't here, why would he wear that stupid key?

You're calling Jake stupid? You!?

Don't yell at me! I know it's here! I know it!

There's easily a hundredthousand in there. More than that.

I told you. I knew it was there. Didn't I tell you?

If you want.

We're going all the way. Together.

Let's go in the bedroom.

No.

Let's do it here.

What about him?

Let him watch. I want him to know what he's missing.

You got a suitcase?

Never needed one. I've never been anywhere. I've got a backpack.

Get it, and put the money in it. Pack up anything else you want to take with you.

Where are you going?

To get my car.

Wait. What about . . . him?

Put some clothes on him. When I get back We'll load him in the trunk and dump him in the desert. It'll takes days for anybody to find him.

John!? What the hell's the matter with you?

I . . . nothing. I just stubbed my toe on a rock. Hurt like hell . . . that's all.

I got the money all packed. I put the jeep in the garage. Figure that way people will think maybe me and Jake went away. Might buy us some time.

Yeah. Good thinking.

Had push it in. Funny thing; it wouldn't start.

Funny thing.

John . . .?

Grace! Just . . . let me handle this. Sheriff, I'm telling you there's nothing in that trunk. If that's not good enough for you, then I'd be happy to open it. Just as soon as you get yourself a search warrant.

Sheriff Potter, please. I can't go to jail. I wanted no part of it.

You liar! You wanted him dead. You seduced me into killing him!

Onehundredthousand dollars. A little more.

Damn you! What did you do that for? He can't prove anything.

No, you just wanted me to keep my mouth shut so I could go to a hanging alone.

That's all talk. He's got nothing on us. He let you kill Jake.

Not me. Us.

It doesn't matter. He was there and he let it happen. He can't take us in.

Give him the money.

What?

You heard me. Count it out.

He can't prove anything, John. He can't turn us in.

He can kill us. I don't know about you, but my life is worth thirty thousand dollars.

I shot him.

You killed him!

He was going to take the money.

Thirtythousand, that's all. We would have been free and clear. You didn't have to kill him.

It's our money. He had no right to take it.

You're crazy, you know that!? You're fucked up!?

Just drive.

Jesus, Grace. Did you have to kill him?

He was going to

I know. He was to take the fucking money.

You're tense. What are you all uptight about?

You killed a man for no reason!

Is that the kind of girl you think I am? What can I do to make you relax?

You could give me the gun.

Well, nothing.

Now what?

Now we dump Jake, split the money, then you're on your own.

But you said we could be together.

Are you kidding? I'm not going down with you for killing a cop.

What difference does it make? You killed Jake.

<u>We</u> killed Jake. And it's a big difference. You kill an old man, that's one thing. Nobody cares about an old man. You kill a cop and they never stop looking for you. Never.

He was a crooked bastard. He would have killed us.

The police don't know that. And it's going to be hard to explain it to them with a noose around your neck. I'll take you as far as California. If we can even make that. After that I'm cutting you loose.

But I want to say with you,

Why? So when the cops catch up with us you can try and sell me out again? You take your hald of the money and run. You might want to try Mexico. With all that dough you'll live like a queen.

I don't want to go to Mexico, John. I want to be with you. Don't you think I care about you?

I think you're a lying, back stabbing bitch. But it's nice to know you care.

John!

Grace!

Are you all right?

I think I busted my leg.

Can you climb back up.

I can't make it. Grace? Grace!?

I'm here.

Grace, listen to me. In the trunk of my car is a rope. It should reach down here. Got get it, throw it down and I'll climb up.

I'll get it.

John! Can you hear me? Are you still there?

Where the hell am I going to go?

John, you have to throw the keys up to me.

John, throw me the keys.

What for?

The trunk. It's locked.

It's not locked. I left it open when I took out Jake's body.

It's . . . it's locked.

You closed it, didn't you, Grace?

I was going to back the car to the ridge and pull you up.

Bullshit, Grace. You were going to drive off and leave me here.

No. I swear it.

And you're not one to lie, are you?

Throw me the keys and I'll pull you up.

Why don't you come down and get them so I can wring your pretty little neck?

John, if you don't throw me the keys, then I'll just walk away. Walk away and leave you here.

Walk to where? We're fifty miles to the nearest town. It's going to be over onehundred degrees today. How far do you think you're going to get?

Someone will find me.

Yeah, they'll find you. Dried up and twice dead.

You idiot! You'll kill us both!

At least I'll have company when I die. Ain't that right, Jake?