text / [United States] Kelly Curry
translation / Cai Xiaosong
restaurant. lunch time. The waiters shuttled back and forth like lanterns. The waitress Louise Sawyer was wearing a white uniform with beautiful white hair accessories on her red hair. She came to the table of an old lady with her grandson, and the two greeted them cordially.
Old lady: Please serve me as usual.
Louise writes a menu for two little girls who spit out smoke.
Louise: You are still too young to smoke. This can be as addictive as sex.
The girls exchanged meaningful glances.
As soon as she left them, Louise greedily took a deep breath and dialed the phone number.
Dickinson's house. Selma is making breakfast. The phone rang.
Selma: I'll pick it up!
She yelled outside and grabbed the microphone.
Dinning room. Louise called the restaurant with her back to the restaurant.
Louise: How's it going, housewife?
The noise of people in the hall made her unable to talk. She walked into the lounge, stood in front of the water tank, watched the fish swimming around, making a face.
Louise: Then you didn't say anything to him? Selma, my God! Who is he—husband or father? (You can feel Louise holding back her anger) You can do it! Just say, my nerves are breaking down and I need to rest.
Dickinson’s kitchen.
Selma: I don't care what Daryl thinks. (She hears her husband's footsteps, her face shows a panic expression) Louise, did you call it from the class? I'll call you later.
A young black-haired man rushed into the room, looking like he was rushing to work.
Daryl: Damn it, Selma, why do you always yell? How many times have I told you, I can't stand your yelling.
Selma: I'm afraid you will be late for work. Dear... (Selma sees her husband carefully grooming in front of the mirror, and he stops talking, but Daryl is still waiting for the following) I wish you all the best today, dear...
Daryl: My goodness!
Darryl gave a disappointed cry.
Selma leaped to her husband's side, helped him buckle the bracelet, and looked into his eyes courteously.
Selma: Would you like to cook a special dish in the evening?
Darryl: No need, Selma, I don't care what you eat for dinner. Maybe I don’t eat at home at all. Today is Friday...
Selma: But who would buy a car on Friday? Seeing the weekend, everyone is unwilling to work.
Darryl: Fortunately you are not a manager.
Darryl sarcastically said.
The yard in front of the house. Darryl walked out of the house. Two construction workers are paving the road with concrete. Daryl slipped and fell to the ground. This made him furious.
Darryl: Homer, see what you do? I want to go to work, but you make a mess. No peace in the early morning!
Darryl drove his red car from the garage.
Darryl: I hope you leave here before five o'clock. No, it's better before three o'clock.
The car roared onto the highway.
Restaurant. The phone rang. A waiter picked up the microphone with a joking smile on his face.
Waiter: Good afternoon. Are you looking for Louise? Yes, she is in class. Is it Selma? Kitty, when will you go on a date with me?
Louise snatched the microphone.
Louise: Not fast. This weekend she is going on a date with me... (Louise turns around and turns her back to him, indicating that the conversation is over) I will pick you up at 2:30...
Dickinson's house.
Selma: Where shall we go?
Dinning room.
Louise: Into the mountains. Be sure to bring a few warm clothes. It may be cold there. see you later.
Louise took off her uniform and walked to the street. She got into an old blue Thunderbird.
Dickinson's house. Selma was messing around in the room. She was still wearing a lab coat and curlers all over her head. She opened the closet, took out some summer dresses, and poured another drawer of underwear into the box. Two fingers carefully took out a pistol and placed it in a large pile of things.
Louise's room. Louise put the items into a small suitcase like a soldier, then walked to the table and put away a photo of the man who was recording in front of the auto-responder.
After looking at the room carefully, he walked into the kitchen and carefully scrubbed a glass. When Louise tried on her new jacket in front of the mirror, her expression was both focused and serious.
At the door of Dickinson's house. Selma was already guarding a lot of luggage-two boxes, a few bags, a lamp, a fishing net and a few fishing rods waiting for his girlfriend to arrive.
Louise: Hello, Selma. We don't need lights. There is electricity in the house.
Selma: Just in case. What if a lunatic suddenly cut the wire there. There are so many idiots everywhere.
Louise: Your imagination is so rich-you brought so many things!
Selma: It doesn't matter, it will be used... After
dragging Selma's luggage into the car, Louise even panted slightly. Before getting into the car, she took out an automatic camera. Selma leaned over to his girlfriend. The photo shows the smiles of the two.
At this time, the difference between the two can be clearly seen. Louise was about 40 years old, her face was tense and thin. Big brown eyes stared at the world wearily and distrustfully. Selma is about ten years younger than her. Although tall, she looked very weak. The cute dimples on her round face all show her gentle temperament and her breastlessness.
"Thunderbird" galloped on the highway. Louise sat behind the steering wheel and stared at the road intently. Selma rummaged in her schoolbag, took out the pistol, and handed it to Louise.
Selma: Louise, it's better for you to keep this pistol...
Louise drew away in surprise when she saw the pistol handed over.
Louise: Why do you always carry it with you?
Selma: You know, there are perverts and murderers everywhere. There are bears and snakes in the mountains... But I don't know how to use them. So you should hold it.
Louise: Throw it in my bag and forget it...
Direct sunlight hits the car. Selma took off her shirt and wore only a beautiful white dress with suspenders.
Selma: You mean, whose house is that?
Louise: It's Bob, our old manager who works on the day shift. He is getting divorced, his wife snatched the house, but the key is still in his hand. So he let all his friends go over and play.
Selma: How long have I been out of the house...
Louise: How could Darryl let you out?
Selma: I didn't tell him anything.
Louise jumped up from her seat and looked at her companion in surprise.
Louise: That's it! Selma, he will kill you!
Selma: He won't let me go anyway. He wouldn't let me go anywhere. He never knew to make me happy, he just wanted me to stay at home. He himself is always messing around outside, who knows what he has done.
Louise: Then what do you tell him when you turn around?
Selma: I left him a note and inserted it in the microwave. He will see it when he comes back.
Louise smiled approvingly when she heard the female partner's account.
Selma seemed bored. When she found a pack of cigarettes, she took out one, pretended to smoke, and looked at herself in the mirror.
Louise: Selma, what are you doing? You don't smoke...
Selma: Now I am free, I can do whatever I want. Find a place to rest for a while...
Louise: No. We came out late, and we had to rush over before it was dark.
Selma: What is the difference? We are here to rest. Stop for a while, I haven't been anywhere else in a long time.
Selma begged, and Louise agreed.
night. The streets and alleys are brightly lit. The car drove off the highway and came to a small town, stopping in front of a gray building. This is the "Silver Arrow" restaurant. The two walked in the door. There are a few men playing billiards and drinking at the counter. Louise doesn't like it here. She looked around guardingly.
Louise: There is something like this in Texas.
Selma: How is this house?
Louise: Hmm... The
two found an empty table, and a young waitress greeted him immediately.
Waitress: What to drink, girls?
Louise: No, thank you.
Selma: I would like to drink...a glass of uniced whiskey and tortoise wine.
Louise: Alright, Selma...
Selma: Are we spending the weekend at all? I want to drink, that's it.
Louise: All right! But I can't understand how you look like. Usually you are so quiet...
Selma: I'm sick of being quiet. You said it yourself: find a place to relax. I'm just relaxing, so you should be mentally prepared...
Louise was surprised. And Selma feels great about herself. She took off her shirt, straightened her hair, and looked around excitedly.
Louise: Okay. I drink too. Have a "Margarita" cocktail and whiskey without ice.
A arrogant, tall man left the counter and sat uninvited on an empty chair. All his attention was on Selma.
Harlan: What are two such beautiful little girls doing here?
Louise: This is our business. You shouldn't bother to intervene...
Louise lit another cigarette. It seemed that this impolite boy annoyed her. Selma wanted to ease his girlfriend's rude attitude.
Selma: We intend to relax. Louise is angry with her boyfriend. He is a musician and always goes out to perform with his band, leaving Louise at home to wait for him. Let's come here to eat something.
Harlan: Then you can find the right place. Do you like to eat "chili"? It's a great job here.
Waitress: Why are you pestering the girls?
Harlan: I didn't pester them. I just want to get close to them.
Waitress: They better not know you, Harlan...
Selma: So, your name is Harlan? Same as my uncle's name...
Harlan: Is your uncle likable? If he is likable, the two of us are more alike.
Harlan looked into Selma's eyes affectionately, placing a hand on her knee. Louise was furious when she saw his movements. She spouted a puff of smoke on Harlan's face mockingly.
Louise: I don't want to be rude. But I want to talk privately with my girlfriend.
Harlan: I understand, I understand. I don't want to disturb you. It's just that two such beauties are sitting alone and deserted, making people look down on them. But you (to Selma) don't forget to dance with me before you go. Otherwise I will be angry...
Selma: Of course.
Louise (looking at Selma reproachfully): Why, you didn't see that he was treating you badly?
Selma: What is this! You have been a waiter for five years, and of course you are invulnerable. Don't worry, or I will lose my temper.
Louise: Okay, okay.
A young singer holding a guitar appeared on the stage. As soon as she heard the music, Selma jumped up from the table, slapped her hands, and danced gracefully. Louise approached her.
Selma: Let's move our muscles and bones. If only Daryl could see me now.
Louise: Why don't you let him go away?
Selma: Why don't you let Jimmy roll away? Jimmy will call you when he comes back, worrying about you, and when you show up on Monday, he will be happy to hold you in his palm. Now we are going to let go and be happy...
They are going to dance, when the waitress puts another drink on the table.
Waitress: This is from Harlan.
Selma was obviously alive. She poured herself and Louise a glass of wine each. The two toasted and walked to the dance floor. Halfway through, Harlan hugged Selma lightly, leaving Louise standing alone.
Harlan put his arms around Selma's neck and pulled him to his side. They began to dance to the music. Selma likes to dance. She smiled and sipped wine from the bottle from time to time. A guest grabbed Louise, who was on the order. But his clumsy movements made their dance more like making a fool of yourself. Harlan and Selma dance in a relaxed and coordinated manner, as if they were practicing together every day. The music changed to a new rhythm, and dance became a competition.
Finally, the music fell silent. Louise left her clumsy partner in relief and returned to the table.
Selma was not in a hurry to return to his girlfriend. She and Harlan danced another dance. Louise walked up to them impatiently.
Louise: Hey, Selma, I'll go to the bathroom, and then let's set off.
Selma waved indifferently.
Selma: I'm ready.
Selma and Harlan danced, turned a few times, and suddenly fell on him weakly. She was sweating profusely and panting heavily in her mouth.
Selma: I'm dizzy, I want to sit down.
Harlan: Better to go out and get some fresh air.
Harlan took Selma's shoulders and helped her to the door.
Louise returned to the table without seeing her companion, and asked the waitress.
Waitress: They are dancing over there.
In front of the "Silver Arrow" restaurant. Selma walked around while fanning the wind with her handkerchief. She feels much better. Harlan hugged Selma, put her on the front cover of the car, and started hugging her, kissing her neck, and stroking her thighs.
The sober Selma began to resist, which stimulated Harlan even more.
Harlan: I won't hurt you. Your figure is awesome!
Selma: No, please wait, I am married.
Harlan: What's that! I am also married.
Harlan tore open Selma's dress. Selma slapped him. Harlan slapped her a few times, pushed her down on the front cover of the car roughly, and raised her skirt; with trembling fingers, he unzipped the zipper on his pants.
Selma cried.
Selma: Stop, please stop. Louise is here.
Harlan: Go to hell with your Louise. Be quiet, bitch! Shut up, did you hear it, shut up!
Selma: Harlan, I beg you, stop. do not do that.
Harlan: You hapless little bitch!
Louise walked out of the restaurant and happened to see this scene. Her pistol immediately hit Harlan's head.
Louise: Let go of her.
Harlan: Get out of here!
Louise: I told you, let her go, otherwise it will make your head bloom.
Harlan let go of Selma, she climbed off the hood, sobbed quietly, and hid next to her.
Harlan: I just want to be happy.
Louise: Your notion of happiness is so strange! From now on you remember: If a woman cries like this, it means she is not happy at all.
Louise stepped back in the direction of the car, her gun always aimed at Harlan. Harlan had eased from the shock and returned to normal.
Harlan: You bitch. It should start from you.
Louise: What did you say?
Harlan made an obscene move.
Harlan: I said you can make me comfortable.
Louise was furious. She pulled the trigger like sleepwalking. Harlan's body slowly slipped.
Selma ran to the car in horror.
Louise walked to the brazen Harlan.
Louise: Shut your stinky mouth, man.
She gritted her teeth, turned and walked towards the car.
The dead Harlan sat on the ground with his back leaning against the car's radiator. In the center of his heart on his white shirt, a red stain gradually spread.
Into the night. "Thunderbird" galloped on the highway and almost hit a big truck.
Driver: Watch a little bit, drive wherever you go, idiot!
His car followed closely behind.
Selma drove the car. Louise sat beside her, motionless like a stone statue, staring intently at the pistol on her lap. Selma glanced at her companion secretly. Selma's appearance was terrible, her beautiful hairstyle was gone, her hair was drooping in locks. There is still dry blood on the lips.
Selma: Louise, Louise, what should we do?
Louise: I don't know. Stop talking, let me think...
Selma: Shall we go to the police station? Tell them everything.
Louise: Tell me what?
Selma: Said he wanted to rape me.
Louise: But you danced with him all night, hugging and kissing. Who would believe us, Selma? Stop...Quick...
Louis jumped to the side of the road, vomiting. She felt much more relaxed, so she sat in the driver's seat again, leaned her head on the steering wheel, and sat motionless for a while. Selma sobbed. Louise took off the silk scarf around her neck and wiped the blood from her face, as if Selma was an aggrieved eldest child.
Louise: Let's stop for a cup of coffee. When I have the spirit, think about what to do in the future. everything will get better.
night. highway. The car stopped in front of a small cafe.
coffee shop. The two sat at a small table near the window. Louise was smoking a cigarette frantically, and Selma was drinking coffee while trying to get herself back to normal.
Louise: The key is not to panic, or we will be over. No one saw us, no one knew we did it. Our situation is not so bad right now. The most important thing is to decide what to do next.
Selma's tears burst into her eyes.
Selma: No, just think about it, what has our holiday been like. I thought I could have a good rest...
Louise raised her head and looked directly at Selma's face reproachfully.
Louise: Don't think about it... you'd better not speak.
Selma: What, is it all my fault?
Louise did not answer, but the expression on her face indicated that she did think so. Selma knew what she meant. She stood up tremblingly, the coffee cup knocked over and made a loud noise. Selma burst into tears.
Louise was still sitting at the table smoking one by one. Clouds of blue-gray smoke enveloped her.
night. Dickinson's house. The moonlight outside the window casts a dreamlike color on the furniture in the house. The note that Selma left when she left was conspicuously pinned to the microwave. Daryl hasn't seen it yet.
The road in front of the "Silver Arrow" nightclub. Harlan's body was put in a plastic bag.
The waitress who had been taking care of the two female companions all night, was talking with detective Hal Slocombe. The lights on the police car turned red and blue.
Hal: Can you recognize them?
Waitress: Of course. But trust me, those two girls are not murderers.
Hal: You are not an expert, you are just a witness... why are you sure?
Hostess: My dear, if you have been a hostess for ten years, you will never miss you. Harlan's end is just a matter of time...not in the bar, just in the parking lot.
Harlan: Who do you think did it?
Waitress: You'd better go and talk to his wife. She will tell you a lot...
Hall: What do you think?
Waitress: Reasoning? Maybe it was some of his former girlfriends, or someone else's husband. It doesn't matter to those two girls...the older one-the shorter one-gave me a lot of tips.
Hal: Have you noticed what car they drive?
Waitress: Dear Hal-this is a nightclub, not an open-air bistro, I don't want to go outside...
Hal: You can go home now...
Waitress: That's the end of the question? Should you be a hostess and buy me a drink?
The detective ignored her proposal and got into the car.
Waitress: Listen, neither of those two girls can kill anyone!
She shouted at the driving car.
The street in front of the cafe. Louise stood dialing in the phone booth.
The voice of the answering machine: This is Jimmy. I'm not at home.
coffee shop. Toilet. Louise went to the mirror to fix her hair. She looked at her face intently and found a drop of dried blood on her cheek, so she desperately wiped it off with her hand. Then he walked to the bathroom door and knocked impatiently.
Louise: Hey, Selma! Come out quickly. We should go now.
Selma followed his girlfriend obediently.
early morning. highway. Louise drove the car. Selma sat beside him indifferently, looking listless, it seemed that she hadn't recovered from yesterday's fright.
Louise: We need money. how much money you have?
Selma took out the money from his pocket, and when it was counting the money, a gust of wind blew away two banknotes from her hand.
Selma: Originally there were 62 dollars, only 41 left.
Louise: We need a lot of money.
A room in a motel. Louise had just finished taking a shower, her damp hair tressed over her shoulders, and she was wrapped in a large towel. She walked around the house ably, opening her luggage. Selma looked at his girlfriend in a bewildered manner, and then lay down on the bed.
Selma: What are you doing? Don't we leave after a nap?
Louise: I have to decide what to do next.
Selma: So what are your ideas?
Louise: What's the matter with you? Does it have nothing to do with you?
Selma: What can I do when my friend beats someone to death?
Louise stared at Selma fiercely.
Louise: Listen. I'm thinking about what to do, but you don't even bother to move, you know you are lying down!
Selma sat up and walked onto the balcony.
Selma: I said to the police station, but you said, "No"!
Louise lowered her face.
Louise: Why should we worry? The police will come here.
Selma went back to the house and lay on the bed, crying bitterly. Louise felt a little too much, so she gently touched Selma's hand.
Louise: I'm sorry. I am not ready to go to prison. (In the swimming pool below the balcony, the smooth surface of the water is shining in the sun. The water is azure blue.) How about you go for a swim or take a walk in the swimming pool. Let me think about what to do in the future.
As soon as Selma left the room, Louise picked up the phone, dialed, and stepped onto the balcony. Seeing Selma dragging a large box, Louise waved at her kindly. Selma sat down, opened the suitcase, and flipped around. Louise puts the receiver close to her ear.
Louise: Jimmy! I can find you.
Jimmy's house. He is a tall, burly black man like an athlete. He looked anxious.
Jimmy: Where are you, hell?
Motel room.
Louise: Well, everything is normal. How are you? long time no see.
Jimmy's house.
Jimmy: Your voice is really strange, it seems to be from another city... the
motel room. Louise returned to the house from the balcony and sat on the sofa. Her face was distorted in pain-she wanted to cry loudly, but had to control herself desperately, trying to maintain a normal tone.
Louise: Yeah, Jimmy, I'm not in town right now... I'm in big trouble... You can't imagine how big my trouble is.
Jimmy's house. Jimmy got up from the chair, held the phone, and walked around the room.
Jimmy: Maybe you can tell, what happened? After I came back, no one knew where you were. Is Selma with you?
The motel room.
Louise: Listen, Jimmy. I have 6,600 yuan in the bank. I can't withdraw the money, neither can you. But I really need money. Can you lend me so much money? I'll pay you back later.
Jimmy's house.
Jimmy: Louise, what's the matter? can you explain this?
Motel room.
Louise: Anyway, something bad happened. I can't tell you on the phone, but things are terrible. Will you help me? (Louise is silent for a moment, thinks for a moment) Jimmy, do you still love me?
Jimmy's house.
Jimmy (somewhat hurriedly): Yes, yes, I love you, baby.
Motel room.
Louise: Then let it all go to hell. You can transfer the money to "Videyuni" for me. In Oklahoma, Jimmy.
Jimmy's house.
Jimmy: So are you in Oklahoma now?
Motel room.
Louise: Not yet, but I'll go to...
Jimmy's house soon .
Jimmy: You will call me again in about an hour and I will inform you which bank the money will be sent to.
Motel. swimming pool. Selma was lying on a sun lounger by the swimming pool in a flimsy swimsuit with lace. She covered her face with her hands and sobbed sadly.
Louise drove the car to the swimming pool. She rushed to Selma's side and yelled into her ear. Selma jumped up in fright and screamed desperately. When she understood, she grabbed her box and ran to the car, the lid of the box didn't have time to close.
Police station. Hal is talking with his boss.
Boss: If these two women were not murderers, at least they might be witnesses. Do you think they have left the state?
Hal: It's totally possible.
Boss: Then notify the investigation team and report the situation to the FBI. Let them do something too.
The car is speeding on the highway, and the sky is full of colorful clouds in front of it, which is magnificent. Louise drove the car. Selma was sitting next to her, conflicted. Finally she mustered up the courage.
Selma: Louise, don't be angry, where are we going?
Louise: Oklahoma. Jimmy will send the money there.
Selma: Have you talked to him already? Tell him everything?
Louise: I didn't say anything. If you call Darryl, don't say much. He always listens to wind but rain.
Selma: I called him at four o'clock in the night and he was not at home. So I don't understand, why should he be angry with me. I should be angry with him.
Louise was silent for a moment.
Louise: I'm going to Mexico. I need two and a half days, but I will be there. I have nowhere to go, and so are you. So we must make up our minds.
Selma looked at her girlfriend in confusion. She is not used to making up her own mind. Seeing Selma hesitating, Louise was furious.
Louise: Whenever we are in trouble, you become delirious, or you just pretend not to know what to do. The situation is different now. Our lives have all changed. I'm going to Mexico alone.
Selma lowered her head in frustration.
The car is parked in a small town. Louise immediately walked into the phone booth to make a call.
Jimmy's house. He was lying on the sofa, staring at the phone intently, looking sad. As soon as the bell rang, he immediately grabbed the microphone and got up from the sofa.
Jimmy: Louise, I'm afraid you won't call. I got the money. The check has just been paid because it is Sunday today. The nightclub owner helped a lot, and I told him I was going to buy a car. The money is sent to the "Wanderer" hotel. The address is: 921 North 23rd Street. Just say: "Peach".
telephone booth.
Louise: Let me say what?
Jimmy's house.
Jimmy: Peach.
telephone booth.
Louise: What does that mean?
Jimmy's house.
Jimmy: This is a secret sign. I miss you, my peach.
telephone booth.
Louise: Thank you, Jimmy. thank you very much.
shop. Selma bought many small bottles of 50ml whiskey. The salesperson couldn't count them and suggested that she buy two large bottles, but she refused.
Louise walked out of the phone booth, and a shirtless man looked at her with interest. Louise walked past him violently, bumping into Selma, who was carrying a large bag.
Louise: Go call Darryl (a trace of surprise flashes across Selma's face). Just say, you are having a good time. Go home tomorrow night.
Selma: Should I go back?
Louise: I don't know... I don't plan to go back myself... Ah, yes, buy a newspaper.
Louise walked to the newsstand nearby, and Selma entered the phone booth.
Dickinson's house. Darryl leaned comfortably on the sofa, sipping a beer, and watched the football game broadcast on TV. the phone is ringing. Hearing his wife's voice, Darryl jumped up from the chair and walked around the room.
Daryl: Selma, where did you go?
Selma: Louise and I were resting on the mountain. We fished...
Darryl: Are you crazy? I go home from work, but you don't know where to go to have fun...
Selma: I left a note for you... The
rugby game has entered a white-hot stage. Darryl left his wife behind, cheered excitedly, and danced around the TV.
Darryl (football fan): Charge, charge, it smells!
Selma obediently waited on the other end of the phone. Finally, Darryl remembered the interrupted conversation.
Selma: We have to stay here for another day to go fishing...
Daryl: No, you go home today. Did you hear me? Come back soon... Hurry up...
Selma has a firm look on her face.
Selma: Darryl, you are just my husband after all, not my father, understand?
Darryl: It's all Louise's influence. If you don't go home tonight... you know what will happen...
Selma: Fuck you!
Hearing his wife's answer, Darryl looked at the microphone in confusion and threw it on the phone.
Selma walked out of the phone booth, bumped into a young man sitting on the ground with a big green schoolbag on his back, and nearly fell. The young man jumped up and apologized again and again. He was very young and polite, dressed in jeans and a white sombrero on his blond hair. Selma still recalled the conversation with Darryl, gave him a quick glance, got into the car, and started sobbing. In order to get rid of the melancholy, Selma took out the makeup box, traced her eyes, and took a photo in the rearview mirror. She noticed the young man in the white hat, looked at her broken lips, and put on some lipstick.
The young man named D·J walked towards the car with a firm step. He knocked on the car door.
Selma looked at him with interest.
D·J: I'm sorry, miss. Can I ask which direction you are going? I was late for university. If you drop in, can you pick me up? By the way, everyone calls me D·J...
Selma: As I understand it, we are going to Oklahoma.
D·J: Almost on the same road as me. I will be very grateful to you.
A trace of doubt crossed Selma's face.
Selma: You know, I can't decide this. This car belongs to my friend. I think she will not agree. But you can ask her, anyway, there will be no worse results.
Louise came over with a newspaper in her hand, chewing chocolate in her mouth. Seeing a stranger present, he stared at him unceremoniously.
Selma: This young man is late for college. Maybe we can take him...
Louise: It's not a good idea-she replied stiffly.
Selma also wanted to persuade Louise, but Louise remained unmoved. It seemed that the young man didn't mind either. He politely wished the two ladies a smooth journey. In response, Louise stepped on the accelerator and the car sped towards the gas station.
Louise (to the oiler): Fill it up.
Selma: Maybe you can bring that young man...
Louise: Tell me what Darryl said.
Selma: He said, "Selma, rest as long as you want. As long as you are happy by yourself. You have lived with me for so many years, it is time to rest. I love you, Selma." Selma opened the first bottle of whiskey he bought and almost drank it all in one gulp) You said, are we approaching your Mexico?
Louise smiled with satisfaction.
"Thunderbirds" drive along the picturesque highway. There is a pine forest on one side of the road, and an endless green field on one side.
Selma: It's a pity that I didn't bring that young man. Be a companion... His ass is awesome!
Louise: I don't have time to pay attention to his ass.
Selma: Look at Darryl's ass, he can put down a car.
Louise: Sorry, I'm not in the mood to discuss this topic, and now we don't need young people in the car.
The rumbling train blocked the road in front of the car. The two had to shout loudly to hear each other's words.
Louise: Take this map and find a way around from Oklahoma to Mexico. Pick the trails so as not to attract attention.
Selma: I think Route 81 is just right... Let's go to Dallas first, and then...
Louise: No, I'm not going to Texas.
Selma: Do you want to bypass Texas and go to Mexico? This is impossible.
Louise was a little emotional when she heard the word "Texas."
Louise: Selma, you know very well what I think of Texas.
Selma: I know, but in this case, it should be accommodating.
Louise couldn't control herself. She was as angry as she was when Harlan was shot.
Louise: I'm not going to Texas!
Selma: Why did you never tell me what happened to you in Texas?
Louise: Remember the man who took off his pants and climbed onto you. that's all. Texas should never be where we fell into the hands of the police.
Louise's house. Detective Hal sneaked into the room. The room is in order. Hal ran his fingers across the tabletop, trying to judge from the thickness of the dust how long the owner had been away from home. Then walked to the small table full of photos. One of them is a young Louise with the inscription: "Happy birthday, dear".
"Thunderbirds" galloped on the highway. An airplane spraying pesticide on the surrounding farmland passed over the car. The two sang a duet to the song played on the radio. Selma even swayed to the rhythm of the music.
Dinning room. Hal came to the restaurant where Louise worked and was talking with the manager.
The car drove forward as always. Swollen tumbleweeds were flying around in the strong wind. Selma saw a lonely figure in a white hat on the side of the road. She made a grimace and wailed twice like a puppy, and Louise surrendered.
Louise: OK, OK, okay.
The car stopped in front of the young man and he climbed into the back seat. Selma smiled gratefully at Louise.
Dickinson's house. Detective Hal came to visit Darryl, who was still sitting in front of the TV.
Hal: Yesterday there was a murder in the "Silver Arrow" nightclub. Many guests saw that an open-top Thunderbird made in 1966 had left the nightclub quickly. This car belongs to Louise Sawyer. We have reason to believe that your wife was also in the car.
Darryl was dumbfounded, holding his head in his hands.
Darryl: What? what did you say?
In excitement, Darryl stepped on the pizza that he gobbled up while watching TV, and the police couldn't help but smile.
Darryl: Damn it!
He shouted angrily.
In the car. The young man in the white hat leaned carelessly on the back seat. Selma turned to face him, dimples on her face looming.
DJ: Miss Selma, could you please explain why you don't want children? Know that it is God's will to reproduce offspring.
Selma: Darryl, my husband said, he is not ready to be a father yet. He said that he was still a child himself. He was even complacent about his naivety.
Louise: What is so beautiful about him? ...
Selma: Louise can't get along with him. She thinks he is a farm animal and a pig.
Louise: What else can it be? He is a pig.
DJ: Miss Selma, you married very young?
Selma: I have been married for four years. Apart from Darryl, I have never had any other men.
D·J: Maybe you will be angry, but I have to say, in my opinion, your husband is very unflattering.
Selma: Why am I angry? He is indeed stupid, stupid and annoying.
D·J looked ahead attentively. Two police cars with flashing lights approached.
D·J: You'd better drive slowly, Miss Louise, the police can be by the side.
Hearing this warning, Louise left the road and drove directly onto the prairie, billowing dust behind her. A well blocked their way. Dozens of mechanical levers used for deep oil extraction in plains are erected on the well platform. The car bypassed the oil well and jumped back onto the highway.
D·J: If you keep going in circles like this, you will probably get a lot of tickets, right?
Louise: As soon as you get to Oklahoma, you get out of the car.
Louise interrupted him roughly.
Police station. Detective Hal is talking on the phone with Representative Max of the FBI.
Hal: We found Selma's fingerprints on the front cover of the car. In addition, her husband said that she took a gun and many things with her. But the strangest thing is that she was terribly afraid of the gun. The gun was bought for her by her husband, because she always stayed at home alone. Not only could she not shoot, she didn't even dare to approach it. The gun has been bought for several years... the
FBI.
Max: What model of their gun?
Police station.
Howl: 38 caliber.
FBI.
Max: Where did they go?
Police station.
Hal: Go to a friend's house on the mountain. But they did not show up there.
Oklahoma. Louise got out of the car and walked directly into the branch of the "Videyuni" company.
"Videyuni" reception.
Louise: I'm here to pick up a remittance to Louise Sawyer, or the code name is "Peach".
The waiter roughly flipped through all the documents and shook his head. A man sitting in a corner reading a newspaper unexpectedly stood up and walked towards Louise. This is Jimmy.
Jimmy: Who is talking about my sacred "peach"?
Louise looked at Jimmy overjoyed.
Louise: What are you doing here?
Jimmy: Come see you... (to the waiter) Excuse me, please open a room for me. I check out with a credit card.
roadside. Louise and Jimmy walked to the car. Selma and D.J hugged each other in the back seat and just let go.
Selma: Oh my god, Jimmy, what are you doing here?
Jimmy: Don't ask me, so I don't have to lie...
Selma: Good answer.
Jimmy looked at the young man questioningly.
Selma: This is D·J. He left immediately. He is a college student, we will take him on the way.
D·J got out of the car. It's raining. Selma looked at his slender and sturdy back in infinite melancholy.
Selma: Look at his walking posture! Real cowboy.
She watched him until the rain on the windshield blocked her sight.
Jimmy: Selma, I opened a room for you, go and rest.
Selma: When it comes to rest, I always listen to it.
Selma laughed.
The rooms of Selma and Louise. Selma was lying on the bed. With a bag full of money in her hand, Louise paced back and forth very much.
Louise: This is our future.
She said solemnly, and handed the paper bag to Selma. Selma looked at the money in awe, then turned her gaze to Louise.
Selma: What do you say to Jimmy?
Louise: Not a word. I am not going to say anything to him. Why should he get involved?
Selma (not without mocking): Still using you to protect him?
Louise: I didn't invite him. After all, he is no different from other men, except that he likes to chase me.
Selma: Now he has to forget you.
Louise: Selma, can you stop talking?
Louise was furious. For a moment she almost wanted to throw her fist at her girlfriend. But she quickly died down and treated Selma calmly.
Louise: I beg you for one thing-you hide the money, and if something goes wrong, call Jimmy's room.
Selma took the money and sighed heavily at the thought of her responsibility.
Selma: Do you want me to wait for you?
Louise walked out of the room without answering her.
Jimmy's guest room. There is a bright red rose in the vase. Hearing a knock on the door, Jimmy picked up the rose and hid it under his shirt. After opening the door, solemnly dedicated to Louise. The two walked into the room. Jimmy poured a glass of whiskey and handed it to Louise, but she refused.
Jimmy: Let's talk about it now, what's going on...
Louise: I won't say anything to you. Then you will understand-why is this...
Jimmy: Why, are you in love with other people?
Louise: No, it's not such a thing.
Jimmy: What's the matter? You just left me like that and left? Or did you kill someone?
Louise (looking at Jimmy in surprise): Enough, enough. I gotta go!
Jimmy approached Louise and hugged her shoulders, but she still stood there indifferently. Jimmy smashed the furniture furiously. Louise saw this scene and walked to the door. Jimmy blocked her way.
Jimmy: I ran here just to give you something...
Louise: I'm here — send it...
Jimmy took out a small black box with a wedding ring in it. Louise picked it up and fiddled with it in her hands with uninterestedness.
Jimmy: What? Don't you look forward to this gift? Would you like to try it?
Louise: Why is it so sudden, Jimmy? Why is it now?
Jimmy: I can't hear any excitement in your voice. I flew two states by plane just to see you. You know, the most unbearable thing for me is flying.
Louise slowly closed the small box, never putting the ring on her hand for a try.
Louise: What a beautiful story, but it's a pity that it shouldn't be me. Maybe you should give it to someone else?
Jimmy: I'm not just for this. I don't want to lose you. But it seems that you have decided to leave me.
Louise: This is not a reason to get married...
Jimmy: I thought you wanted to get married...
Louise: Yes, I want to get married, but not like that...
Louise is still standing at the door, ready to turn around and leave. Jimmy lifted up the furniture that was upturned on the floor, then sat on the armrest of the sofa, looking at Louise sadly.
The room of Selma and Louise. Selma had just finished taking a shower, her wet hair draped over her shoulders, and she was wearing a revealing nightdress. She tried in vain to open a bottle of whiskey with her teeth. Someone knocked on the door. It was DJ himself who stood in front of her. The rain ran down his white hat. Selma looked at the visitor suspiciously.
DJ: Miss Selma, it's me. An unexpected surprise, isn't it? I just stood here waiting for the ride, but I was always thinking of you... the rain outside was so heavy.
After a few words, Selma's suspicious expression disappeared. She lowered her head and looked at the floor, the rain outside the window.
D·J: I'm such an idiot, you don't have to turn your appetite for me. Goodbye, Miss Selma. I'm going now.
Upon hearing this, Selma smiled and took D·J's hand into the room.
Jimmy's room. Jimmy and Louise sat side by side, talking seriously.
Jimmy: Do you think I like to meet up in secret?
Louise: But you and I both understand that this can only end
like this... Jimmy: I think you might not love me.
Louise: No, I love you. But right now I can't make a mistake. The timing of your proposal was wrong, now it's time to break up.
The rooms of Selma and Louise. D·J and Selma are sitting on the bedside, playing a children's palm-hand game: see who hides quickly.
D·J: No, it's not fair. There is too much metal in your hand...
D·J took off the bracelet and ring from Selma's hand and put them aside. Selma looked at him with a smile. Seeing her approving gaze, D·J jumped on the bed like a bouncing net.
D·J: Tell me-grow up quickly, grow up quickly. I am a skydiver.
D·J lay heavily down beside Selma, and when he turned around, the tattoo on his back was clearly visible.
Selma: You don't look like a college student. Who is waiting for you in the university?
D·J: Apart from the supervisors, no one is waiting for me. I slipped under his nose.
Selma: What inspector? Why, you are a prisoner?
D·J: No, I am not a criminal anymore...I was released on bail, so I am not a criminal anymore.
Hearing these words, Selma gaped. A spark of excitement appeared in his eyes.
Selma: Then why are you in jail? Rob the bank?
D·J: No, I never rob banks, only small places-gas stations, shops...
Selma: How did you do it? Talk about it quickly.
She would not give up.
D·J: First find a good location and observe it. Then wait for the time to solve the problem quickly. This is a natural skill, and it is impossible to teach. Anyway, I don't want to mention those things again...
Selma laughed loudly and insisted on D.J to demonstrate how he "worked". D·J gave in. He reluctantly got up from the bed, picked up the hair dryer, and used it as a pistol from his waist. Take off his white hat from the lamp and start the performance.
D·J: You entered the door, took out your pistol, and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, please keep quiet and all lie on the ground. Please don't get hotheaded, or you will lose your head. You, this gentleman, please Take this hat to collect money. This time you have something to say to your children." When the money is available, quickly slip away.
Selma (happily): You are really a gentleman.
D·J: You know, robbery also requires brainstorming, so as not to leave a bad impression on others...
D·J’s story makes Selma fascinated, she gave D·J a long and warm A kiss.
Selma: You lovely fellow!
Jimmy's guest room. Louise was sitting on the sofa with one leg on the other, with a cold expression on her face.
Jimmy leaned against the head of the bed and smoked.
Louise: Do you remember when we met?
Jimmy: Remember. I said you have beautiful eyes.
Louise got up and sat next to Jimmy.
Louise: What do I say?
Jimmy: You close your eyes and ask me what color your eyes are. I didn't answer.
Louise covered Jimmy's eyes with her hands.
Louise: What color are my eyes?
Jimmy: Brown.
Louise pulled Jimmy over, put her arms around his neck, and kissed him tenderly.
The rooms of Selma and Louise. Selma lay on the bed, staring at the symmetrical body of the DJ athlete standing opposite. DJ leaned down, grabbed Selma's ankle and pulled it over, and kissed her abdomen gently. Selma sat up from the bed, admiring D.J's young body for a long time, and then drew him towards herself. They tossed on the bed, kissing passionately.
Jimmy's room. Jimmy fell asleep. Louise stood by the window, watching how the waiters in the restaurant cleaned. They clean the pool, water the lawn, and wash the streets.
Coffee seat. Louise and Jimmy are eating breakfast. Jimmy was unhappy. Louise appeared calm and even smiled.
Jimmy: Come on, what's the problem with you? Why are you running away? I will not say a word to others. No one knew we met.
Louise: What if someone forces you to take medicine tomorrow? You just confess it all?
Jimmy: I will spit out the medicine. Do you want me to go with you?
Louise: No, Jimmy, this is a bad idea. We will meet later.
Jimmy sighed deeply.
Jimmy: Okay... the car I called is here. You keep the ring. The most important thing is your happiness.
Louise: I am very happy, I have never been so happy.
Jimmy: Maybe you should give your old Jimmy a farewell kiss?
Louise: Come here, old Jimmy...
her curly chestnut hair intertwined with her lover's black hair. A loud sob was heard. However, when Louise leaned back in the chair, her expression was extremely calm. She watched Jimmy leave with a quiet look.
The waitress stepped forward and filled Louise with coffee.
Waitress: Fortunately he is gone, otherwise who knows what will happen to you-
her voice is both unpleasant and harsh. Louise listened to the waitress chattering in surprise, her smile slowly disappearing from the corner of her mouth.
Selma walked into the coffee shop carelessly, and fell on the chair beside Louise. Her hair was flaring with teeth and claws, and her eyes glowed with satisfaction.
Selma: Early.
Louise: What's wrong with your hair?
Selma: What a mess...
Louise: What on earth did you do? Are you drugged or crazy?
Selma made a grimace, opened the collar of his shirt, revealing the green 癍 on her neck, and yelled in excitement at the same time, and the customers on the next table looked sideways.
Selma: D·J is here. It's awesome to be with him. I can't tell you what he did. (Selma makes a gesture to express her unfinished meaning) I finally understand what is going on, and I feel like I have become a person...
Louise: It's not easy! Should have been this way! Where is he now?
Selma (carefree): In the bath...
Louise: Selma, you left him alone in the room? What about the money?
The carefree look on Selma's face gradually disappeared.
Selma: Put it on the bedside table. no problem. He dared not take the money away. what are you doing?
Louise jumped up from the table. Selma followed her crying and crying.
The rooms of Selma and Louise. Louise rushed into the room. Only one empty paper bag remained on the bedside table. Qian and D·J disappeared without a trace. Louise sat down slowly on the edge of the bed, holding her head in her hands, crying loudly.
Selma walked around the house like a tigress, throwing things casually.
Selma: I have no luck in my life, this time again. This bitch snatched us! (Selma sits beside Louise, Louise trembling from crying) Louise, what's the matter with you? This is all my fault. Louise. everything will be fine.
Louise tried to smile, but she burst into tears.
Louise: No, Selma. What are you talking about? What shall we do now? Where can I get the money? What do we use to buy gasoline? Do you think people will cheer you on seeing our beautiful eyes? No, this is terrible, dear Selma!
Louise hugged her head again and cried bitterly.
Selma showed unprecedented composure.
Selma: Don't worry, baby. Get in the car, we have to get out of here quickly.
Selma packed her things and pulled the crying Louise out of the room.
The road in front of Dickinson's house. Four police cars drove to the front of the house under the pouring rain. Daryl's eyes widened when he saw this scene. He quickly served coffee to the guests.
It's warm in the room. The rain was torrential outside the window.
Hal (takes off the raincoat): It's all soaked...We have installed a monitor on your phone so that you can listen to your wife's call back.
Darryl (confusedly): Don't I have to pay?
Max: We will send someone to stay at your house all the time. Most importantly, you cannot show that you are aware of it. We need to determine their location. So delay the conversation as much as possible. How is your relationship with her?
Daryl: I love Selma.
Max: Are you affectionate with her?
Darryl: Yes, probably, we are very affectionate. But there is no need for intimacy at this moment.
Max: In short, if she calls, please try to be gentle with her. It means you miss her very much...
Darryl nodded and tried his best to cater to these police officers.
Darryl: Okay, okay, since you have spoken.
The car of the female companions, with billowing yellow smoke, stopped next to a building marked "supermarket". Selma put on her sunglasses and walked towards the store vigorously.
Louise languished, and cigarettes couldn't cheer her up, so she just took a sip and threw the cigarette away. Louise felt someone was paying attention to her. She looked around and found two old ladies carefully looking at her through the window. Louise took her mouth red and tried to wipe her lips. She leaned over in the rearview mirror, but slid weakly on the chair.
Selma rushed out of the store carrying a big bag.
Selma: Drive fast!
She yelled desperately, jumped through the car door, and threw the bag on the back seat.
The car started violently and galloped forward like a bullet. Louise drove. Her indifferent expression was gone. Their hair was dancing in the wind, making them vigorous and energetic.
Louise: What happened?
Selma: Don't we need money? I didn't beat anyone to death. If you need money, you have money. Louise, don't worry now!
Louise: How is this done? What did you say?
Police station. The police gathered around the table and watched the video from the shop where Selma was robbed. Selma's husband was among them. Selma wears a pair of sunglasses and holds a gun in her hand, just like an out-and-out robber. She was giving orders in a polite but irresistible voice.
Selma: Ladies and gentlemen, please get down on the ground. Don't get hotheaded, or you may lose your head. You, sir, take this hat to collect money. This time you have said something to your children, as well as your grandchildren. Put everything in this bag. Please shut up! I hope you are comfortable. Give me another bottle of "White Turkic" whiskey. Please also lie on the ground. thanks. You helped me a lot! Please don't stand up from the ground before I go.
Selma grabbed her schoolbag, still pointed her gun at the crowd, and left the store.
While the men chewed on bread with relish, they watched what happened in the store, as if they were enjoying a wonderful police movie. When the video ended, the room was silent. Then came a cry of despair.
Darryl: Oh my god!
He groaned and hugged his head exhaustedly.
Max: See you!
Hal: That's it!
"Thunderbird" moved further and further south. On both sides of the road are plantations equipped with artificial rainfall devices.
Louise drove the car, she was in high spirits.
Selma: Hey, Louise, drive slowly, or the road police will trouble us for speeding... Louise, why do we run into the road during the day?
Louise: Of course it is dangerous. But I think the farther away from the place of your crime, the better.
The thought of the successful robbery made Selma excited. She waved her hands and laughed, took out the whiskey and drank it, then opened a new bottle.
Selma: Who can think of it? I feel as if I have robbed the store for a lifetime.
Louise: So, have you realized your self-worth?
Selma: Maybe...
Louise: So you became our professional robber?
Selma: Exactly right... the
car caught up with a huge tanker truck. Its chrome-plated surface is like a spherical mirror mounted on a wheel, reflecting the crooked and weird surrounding scenery.
Louise: It's always like this. The more anxious you are, the more someone will stand in your way. What's up with him? Want to be so slow all day?
The driver of the fuel tanker stretched out his hand from the window and made an overtaking gesture. Selma opened another bottle of whiskey.
Selma: Look, what a lovely person! Let's go first...the drivers of these big trucks are all good people!
When the two cars were running side by side, the girlfriends saw a yellow poster on the car. The driver blew his horn to attract the attention of the two women, and then made an obscene gesture with his tongue and hands.
Selma: This pig...
Louise: These people are all the same! You said he was cute. (The two men's car overtook the tanker, and the driver still honked the horn.) Get out, idiot!
Jimmy's car drove into the garage in heavy rain. He picked up his luggage and walked towards the house. A man blocked his way.
Man: Are you Jimmy Grinick?
Jimmy: Who wants to inquire?
Man: State Criminal Investigation Department.
"Thunderbird" stopped by an abandoned train station. Several humble houses are scattered on both sides of the railway. The red sun is scorching, and the eyes are full of desolation; Louise came to the faucet and rinsed her hot body. She found an old man with gray hair sitting in the shade, wearing a white hat. The hands with thick joints are leaning on crutches.
Louise walked up to the old man, and he lifted the brim of his hat politely. Louise sat beside him, motionless, to relieve the fatigue of the journey. Then he took off one ring after another, including the one Jimmy gave her, and strenuously took off the watch from the swollen arm and took off the earrings. Louise held the pile in front of the old man, who looked at the jewellery with puzzled old eyes. Louise pointed to his white hat.
Selma jumped out of the wooden toilet, a big sweat stain on the back of her jacket. She soaked her handkerchief in the water and scrubbed her fiery body comfortably.
Louise bid farewell to the old man and walked to her companion.
Louise: Selma, I should call Darryl and see if he knows. If he is aware, immediately hang up the phone. This means that your phone is monitored by someone.
Selma: Monitor?
Louise: What do you think will happen? Intentional homicide, robbery with a gun. You and I are two dangerous criminals.
Selma: Can't it be called self-defense?
Louise: Whatever you say will do. But who would believe us?
Selma: But no one saw it... Only you and I were there... I would say, he wanted to rape me, and you were trying to save me...
Louise: It won't work, dear Selma... No Any evidence, there is no physical harm. Now that he has touched you, there is no way to prove it.
Selma: Yes, the law is really esoteric. How do you know this?
Louise: We can't defend the robbery anyway.
Louise carefully washed the silk scarf on her neck in the water and tied it around her neck. Grabbing the old man's white hat and walking towards the car. Selma looked at the hat in surprise.
Selma: Where did you get it from?
Louise: I grabbed it... the
police station. Darryl and many visitors huddled on a bench. Detective Hal passed by here, clutching the young man in the white hat. Daryl rushed towards Hal, who remained indifferent. On the contrary, the young man—that is, Mr. DJ himself—was looking around enthusiastically.
D·J (referring to Darryl): Is this man a lunatic?
Darryl: It's Mrs. Dickinson's husband.
D·J: Look at the man she is looking for! It's almost as I imagined...
Hal and Max are interrogating DJ. D·J acted unscrupulously, spraying cigarettes into the faces of police detectives from time to time.
Hal: Where did you get this 6,600 yuan in cash?
D·J: Given by a friend.
Hal: We talked to a man today, and he said that he once left such a sum of money for Louise Sawyer. Do you know Miss Sawyer?
D·J: Yes...maybe the woman driving...
Max: So, they took you to a motel in Oklahoma? This person said that there was a young guy in the car and he recognized you from the photo. In addition, he confirmed that the relationship between you and Mrs. Dickinson is very close.
A triumphant smirk appeared on D·J's face.
D·J: Yeah, in general, we have similar interests.
Max: Did you know that Miss Sawyer and Mrs. Dickinson were involved in a murder case?
D·J: Murder case?
D·J's voice revealed undisguised surprise.
Max: Don't you think they are evading the law?
D·J: No... They are really a little nervous. Now I know why...
Hall: Listen, you have fed my nerves...
Max: Me too... DJ: I
'm very happy to stay alone with the two of them...
Hall: No . I have a better suggestion. (To Max) Please allow us to stay alone for a while.
Max left the room. D·J noticed that the situation had changed, so he put his hat on his head to embolden himself.
D·J: What did I do? I did nothing.
Hal: Then you can think about it! Maybe you will remember... (Hal flips DJ's feet on the table) Listen, I have an idea, I'm going to confirm it. If you didn't take all their money, how could Selma Dickinson go to rob? What do you think? Why don't you speak?
D·J: Why do you say that I took the money? First come up with evidence...
Hal tore off the hat from the little thief, and beat him with the hat. Then he grabbed his neckline and pointed it straight to his face.
Hal: Those two girls could have gotten away, but you ruined their chance. Now they will have more trouble. Remember, you are also responsible for this. I will never pity you. So tell everything you know. Maybe it will help them and you. Otherwise you will wait for death in jail. Understand what I mean?
D·J (replies busy): I understand, I understand...
Darryl is still sitting in the corridor of the police station. He looked worried. Hal and D.J walked out surrounded by the police.
Hal: Mr. Dickinson, please wait a moment. I must talk to you.
D·J took the opportunity to squeeze to Lille's side and looked at him with a shameless smile. DJ
: I like your wife...
Darryl jumped at him and was caught by four policemen. D·J fled to a safe place. Seeing Dariel's angry gaze, he sighed lazily, twisted his shoulders and made an indecent gesture.
The car drove into a small town at dusk and stopped by the gas station. The two got out of the car.
Louise (to workers): Fill it up. By the way, do you have a phone here? (The worker swings his head in the direction of the bar) Thank you... the
bar. The two walked into the room. A few guests sparsely sat at the counter watching others play billiards. When Selma dialed the coin, Louise looked around alertly.
Dickinson's house. The policemen stayed in the living room comfortably. There were seven of them. Max had a large clean napkin around his chest, and they were eating breakfast. The phone rang. Darryl picked up the microphone. The police jumped up and gathered around him.
Daryl: Oh, Selma, hello, hello! ——He pretended to shout happily.
bar. Selma hung up the phone.
Selma: He got it.
Louise remained still, thoughtful. Then he took the coin in Selma's hand and dialed the number.
Dickinson's house. the phone is ringing. The police jumped up again and gathered around Darryl.
bar. Louise waited intently for an answer. Selma went to buy a glass of Coke and handed it to his girlfriend.
Louise: Hello, Darryl. Please let the police answer the phone.
Dickinson's house.
Darryl: What are you talking about? There are no police officers here. Where are you guys?
bar. Louise started a fire.
Louise: What does it matter to you? Get a police officer to listen to the phone...
Dickinson's house. Hal took the receiver.
Hal: I’m Detective Hal Slock in St. Louis. You have to be careful with your guns. I think you have done a little too much. How is it going?
bar. There was a sneer on Louise's face. She took a sip of Coke.
Louise: Let's talk when we have coffee together.
Dickinson's house.
Hal: What I want to say is that you have not been charged at this time. We just want to ask you a few questions. Of course, the Oklahoma Police Department is looking for Mrs. Dickinson for the shop robbery... And, Miss Sawyer, I want to remind you that you can't get to Mexico.
From the close-up, you can see that Hal really sympathizes with them. His tone is calm and friendly.
bar. Hearing this warning, Louise hung up and rushed out of the bar. She was furious again like the previous few times.
Louise: Your D·J—that son of a bitch, little bastard! How did the police know we are going to Mexico? (Selma tried to intervene to defend herself, but she didn't succeed.) Did you tell D·J?
Selma: No. I just said-if you go to Mexico, maybe you can find me. I thought he would say nothing to others.
Hearing this confession, Louise became more and more angry.
Louise: He can't say it! In addition to the money robbed from us, what can he lose if he speaks it out? Why are you so stupid? We originally had two advantages. The police didn't know where we were or where we were going. Now they all know.
Louise threw the Coke cup on the ground, like a shrew, ready to eliminate anyone who got in the way. Selma knew this well. She is like a child who has done something wrong, sitting next to her girlfriend in silence. Louise slammed onto the car door angrily and leaned over to Selma.
Louise: No more nonsense. Don't be so outspoken. This is related to the future of both of us.
Selma nodded obediently, tears of regret flashed in her eyes.
Dickinson's house. The police sat down comfortably in front of the TV. They were deeply attracted by a love movie. Darryl stood leaning against the wall not far away.
Woman (on TV): Yes, of course, my little boy, you should go now.
Man (on TV): Don't think I don't love you. I know how much you want this job.
Hearing this, Darryl shook his head heartbroken and switched the TV to another channel. The police glared at him. Darryl made a sign of regret and asked the police to continue watching the movie.
Man (on TV): Let's get married.
night. "Thunderbird" drove on the road without slowing down at all. When the car drove up the plateau, the weathered mountains and rocks resembled huge stone statues, surrounding the wild and wild, like the ruins of an old castle under the shroud of night.
Louise was calm, with a quiet smile on her face. Selma looked around happily.
Selma: How beautiful!
Louise: Yeah.
Selma: I have always wanted to travel. There is no chance.
Louise: Now the opportunity is here.
Selma fell asleep soundly with a childish happy smile. Louise fought tenaciously with the Sandman.
She gingerly took the almost empty whiskey bottle from Selma and took a sip.
The car stopped. Louise set foot on the grassy field, looking far away. The singing of the people of Tsagan is clear and audible. Louise saw the first ray of sunlight passing through the thick clouds and illuminating the earth. Selma came over.
Selma: What happened?
Louise: Nothing.
Selma felt his girlfriend's emotions and smiled knowingly.
The car drove back onto the highway. The plateau is magnificent and beaut
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