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Gina: [as they drive on with their bloodied passenger in the back] It's your fault, you know. You're the one who's driving, you should know where we're going.
Dick: Hey, whoa, somebody messed with the road signs or something.
Gina: [sarcastic] Right.
Dick: Something. I'm telling ya, I didn't make a wrong turn.
Gina: [raising her eyes] Jesus.
Dick: So what if I did? This guy would be dead if we hadn't come along! Is this how you handle stress? Just go on the attack?
Gina: We're lost in the desert in the middle of the fucking night. This guy is gonna die if we don't get him help.
Dick: Thank you for the support.
[adding disapprovingly:]
Dick: All the same.
Gina: "All"? What's that supposed to mean, "all"? Who all?
[behind her, the bloodied man comes to, and sits upright]
Gina: Not the first impulse you've made on this little drive? Huh?
[and then she looks into his bloodied face]
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Bloodyface: [as the car speeds along] Okay, Dick. I've got a little question for ya. You ready?
[Dick frowns]
Bloodyface: You ever been to Cheetahs?
Dick: Cheetahs? What's that?
Bloodyface: A little strip club... downtown Vegas.
[clearly hitting on a nerve with Gina]
Dick: Can't say that I have.
Bloodyface: That's too bad, you know. It's a nice place. There are good girls there.
Gina: [whirling around] Who are you talking about?
Bloodyface: They're just doing what they have to do to survive. Right?
Dick: Hey, pal, what are you saying? You trying to freak us out?
Bloodyface: I'm sorry, man. I didn't mean to upset you. It's just... it's been a little bit of a rough night, you know?
[silent as he smokes]
Bloodyface: For all of us.
Dick: All right, buddy, all right. Hey, you'd better tell us what happened back there, huh?
Bloodyface: [long silence] Have you ever been murdered before?
Jonathan Lund
Extended Reading
