text/(United States) John Ridley Oliver Stone and Richard Latovsky
Translated/Wu Jinsong
location, somewhere in the southwest desert.
Subtitles begin during the day .
Early in the morning, but it was already very hot. Various insects made buzzing, crackling noises, and they hurriedly searched for shady places. Groundhogs are also digging holes to avoid the sun. We can feel the heat swaying on the surface.
By the side of a dusty highway, two vultures are pecking at a dead mountain dog. A vulture grabbed the small intestine of the mountain dog and dragged it a few feet away.
In the distance, this long, dusty highway stretched to the horizon; a small object appeared, and it was a 1964 Mustang convertible car, which was driving at full speed. The red body in the sun is like a dazzling fireball. As the car drew closer, the camera showed a gust of heat coming from under the hood. The stereo in the car played the song "Please Stay with Me Through the Night" by Sammy Smith.
Interior view, in a Mustang car,
Bobby during the day , a handsome young man driving alone. He didn't realize the imminent disaster, he was still playing with the keyboard of the stereo at will, annoyed that he saw only a few small villages along the way. He has been driving since noon yesterday, and the camera turns to his left hand — with a thick bandage — on the steering wheel. He poured a few pills from a bottle, swallowed them, and threw the bottle out of the car ahead with his right hand. When he saw a black object on the highway, he blew his horn.
Bobby: Go to the fucking ghost road!
Location, desert road,
when the Mustang was driving by during the day, the vulture left the road and quietly guarded by the side of the road.
The interior scene, inside the Mustang, the
sound has been maximized during the day , and Bobby tried his best to control himself not to doze off. His attention was drawn by the oncoming red and green lights flashing ahead. He sat down in the driver's seat when the police car (Sergeant Sheriff Porter was driving) approached. At first the siren sound was very small, but when the police car passed at full speed, the sound became very harsh.
Bobby: Fuck it!
There was a loud noise in front of the Mustang, and a thick smoke came out from under the hood. The bar on the thermometer rose rapidly.
Bobby: No! do not do that! Damn it!
Two cars galloped past, and the rolling air wave shook the Mustang.
Location, fork in the road, the
car parked at a fork in the road during the day , like a lame animal, can no longer move a step.
A road sign pointed to the wider road and read: "Global Town, 29 miles." Another road sign pointed to the narrower road and said "Soby Town, 2 miles." The third road sign said, "Gas station, restaurants, 1 mile." He determined his purpose. land.
Bobby seemed to have no choice. He turned the car on the narrow road and drove toward "Arizona, Suby Town".
Exterior scene, on the outskirts of Subi Town. During the day
, the rear wheels of the car rattled. While cursing, Bobby noticed a dilapidated ghost town-like mining company sitting at the foot of the mountain, looking up at the town. The company has been abandoned, no one can be seen, and the door is closed, but from the large and withered appearance, it can be seen that it was once rich. Bobby continued to drive.
Location, Harlem Auto Repair
Department. During the day, Bobby's car walked along the mining company and parked in the yard of a gas station. The gas station’s house is made of wood and has decayed, and thick soil has accumulated on the windows. The gas pump looks like a product from the early fifties. There was a illegible sign on it that read "Harlem Auto Repair Department".
Bobby got out of the car and carefully guarded his bandaged left hand, which seemed to hurt. He opened the car cover, and a rush of heat hit his face——
Bobby: Oh, damn it.
He looked around, trying to find someone. After a while, he returned to the car and honked the horn. After a while, he pressed again. Darrell got out from under a car. He was a slow man, wearing a pleated and old overalls, looking like a hillbilly.
Bobby: Are you Harlem?
Darrell: No, I'm Darrell.
Bobby: Is Harlem nearby?
Darrell: He went to the lookout.
Darrell pointed at the distant plain with his stout fingers.
Bobby: Will he be back in a while?
Darrell: He is dead. The lookout is a cemetery.
Bobby: Now you are the boss...
Darrell: You are right.
Bobby: Then why do you still play the "Harlem" sign?
Darrell: Because Harlem used to be the boss here.
Bobby: But he is dead.
Darrell: What's the matter?
Bobby was a little confused, but was not ready to discuss this matter.
Bobby: Can you see my car? I think its cooler radiator pipe might...
Darrell: Damn it. Today is another hot day. I often don't want to crawl out of the bed. I don't want to get up in cold weather. Of course the cloud came...
Darrell wiped his forehead with his dirty clothes. Instead of wiping off his sweat, he wiped his forehead black.
Bobby: Harlem, listen to me, I have to hurry.
Darrell: Darrell ---
Bobby: Good. Darrell... can you see my cooler radiator? It is cracked.
Darrell was very upset to be interrupted. He walked to the car and bent down to look at the engine.
Bobby: Really?
Darrell: It's the heat pipe problem. Cracked.
Bobby: I know. Didn't I tell you just now?
Darrell: You know everything, why don't you fix it yourself?
Bobby: If I can solve it myself, I won't waste time here. If you do not fix it, or I will look elsewhere.
Darrell: Elsewhere. gentlemen. There is only a gas station 50 miles away. Another gas station here closed with the mine 3 years ago.
Bobby: Good. I can't help it. You are happy now. Can you fix it for me? Or ——
Darrell: OK, okay.
Bobby: That's great.
Darrell: I have to look for it in this yard to see if there is such a radiator pipe, or if it is something else I can make do with it. That will take a while.
Bobby: How long will it take?
Darrell: What time?
Bobby (looks at his watch): What time are you asking?
Darrell: Ten twenty.
Bobby: Christ. Ten twenty, it must be half past eleven now.
Darrell: The temperature now is 92 degrees. It may be 72 degrees in half an hour. Because the cloud has moved a lot.
Bobby wiped his forehead with his bandaged hand.
Darrell: What happened to your hand.
Bobby realizes something and puts his hands down ---
Bobby: Little accident.
Darrell: You should be careful. Hands are very important. I will show you my hands. When I was a kid—I don’t know if you could tell—the fingers hurt by the lawnmower.
Bobby: I'm interested in what you said, but is there any...
Darrell: You want something to eat. There are not many shops. But all of us here like to go there.
Bobby: I'll be back in an hour or two. Fix it carefully, okay?
Darrell put a "bang" on the cover of the car —
Darrell: Isn't it just a car?
Bobby reached into the car, took out a small and ugly sports backpack, hung it on his shoulders, and walked to the front of the car —
Bobby: This is not an ordinary car. It is a convertible Mustang sedan of 1964. This is the difference between us, you live here, and I just pass by.
The back cover of the car popped up, separating the two of them, as if to show the difference between them.
Bobby: Do you mind avoiding it? I took something from the car.
He threw the key to Darrell. The repairman caught it, and at the same time he understood the owner's meaning, he took a rough sip, picked up the nut, and walked back to the cabin.
Bobby opened a bag in the trunk and took out a 0.9mm black Baletta pistol from a t-shirt wrapped in the top of the bag. There seemed to be a pile of green dollars, sports magazines and lottery tickets in that bag. Bobby looked around, then hid the gun under the rubber cushion in the back seat. There was a small travel bag next to him, and he took out a bag of snacks and a sports magazine from it.
Interior view, Harlem garage,
Darrell is in a dark office during the day , standing in front of the window, watching Bobby's every move. Bobby slammed the car hood and walked onto the highway with his sports bag.
Location, desert road, later
Bobby came to the town along a messy road. He walked past the "Subi Town-Golden Gate Retirement Community Home" and continued to move forward; two motorcycles passed by him, causing a burst of smoke. Bobby cursed loudly behind them, but his voice was drowned out by the sound of the motorcycle.
Location, the main street of
Subi Town. Bobby is looking at the town during the day : the highway has been abandoned for several years. There are only a few small shops in the town: a department store, a wholesale store, a post office and a station. They are all built to avoid the heat in the desert. The busiest place in town seems to be a restaurant where you park to eat, with a few cars parked outside.
On the corner of the street sat an old blind man, he was dressed in rags, maybe an Indian. A dog was lying beside him. He was talking to two people who looked like Indian or Spanish veterans. They are all lame, watching Bobby pass by. The blind man yelled in an American Indian accent---
blind man: Hey! Hi!
Bobby: Do you need help, old man?
Blind: Don't call me old guy. Don't you know how to be polite, boy?
Bobby: Do you need help?
Blind: Yes. I need help. I want you to help me buy a drink from the vending machine over there.
Bobby: Can't you go by yourself?
Blind: Ah, I can't. I'm blind, don't you see it?
Bobby: I'm sorry, I —
blind man: What do you think I am sitting here with glasses on? Bask in the sun?
Bobby: I don't know. I think you wear sunglasses for sun protection.
Blind: I am blind. Do you want to see?
Bobby: Oh my god, no need.
Blind: I was blind on the battlefield in Vietnam. Lost his eyes when fighting with communists. Having fought a war and losing your eyes is just for you to come over and make fun of me.
Bobby: I said, sorry.
Blind: Needless to say, I'm sorry. Get me a glass of water quickly. I am dying of thirst.
Bobby: OK. Do you have any change?
Blind: Change? You want me to pay? I was blind in the war, so I still have to give you money?
Bobby: Alright, old sir. Christ.
Bobby walked to an old automatic beverage machine across the street with only bottled drinks. The blind man yelled to Bobby———the
blind man: Give me Pepsi. I don't want coke. Coke is sugar water.
Bobby stuffed the change into the machine, took a bottle of soda, and walked back to the blind man.
Blind: Help me open the lid. I can't figure it out by myself.
Bobby: Christ.
Bobby went back to the vending machine and removed the lid, then handed it to the blind man. The blind man spilled some soda on the ground.
Blind: Respect Mother Earth. I have half Indian descent, you know. Also respect our loved ones.
He took a big mouthful---
blind man: Ah, it's so comfortable. Would you like something?
He handed the bottle to Bobby, with his saliva on the mouth of the bottle.
Bobby: I'm leaving.
Bobby stepped forward and leaned over to pat the old man's dog. A group of mosquitoes circled the dog and the old man.
Bobby: You should give the dog something to drink. He is uncomfortable.
Blind: Because he is dead.
Bobby jumped back suddenly---
Bobby: Jesus.
Blind: I hope you don’t touch it, don’t you?
Bobby: What are you doing with a dead dog here?
Blind: It just died. what do I do? I can't take it with me, and no one can help me. Will you help me?
Bobby: No, no.
Blind: I saw it. I can only throw it here. This is where it belongs. Jesse and I, my dog, have been good partners since I was blind on the battlefield. It is a puppy and later became my loyal partner. No matter how I kick it, it will come back to me (Bobby walks away).
Bobby: I will come to see you unless I have some misfortune.
Bobby saw a beautiful woman on the street, she was Grace McKenna, and he couldn't help turning around to catch up with her. Her clothes are better than those in the town, maybe they were mail-ordered, or they were left to her by her mother. She has jet-black hair and yellow-brown skin. She is obviously a native American. The strange thing is that she is holding a big box.
Bobby: Beauty, can I help you?
Grace: Am I on the bus?
Bobby: I just dropped in.
Grace: My mother told me not to accept invitations from strangers.
Bobby: My name is Bobby. From now on, I am no longer a stranger. Isn't it easy for us to meet each other, beauty?
Grace: What do you call me?
Bobby: I don't know your real name?
Grace: Maybe I don't want you to know.
Grace stopped.
Bobby: Maybe, but you stopped.
Grace: You are very self-righteous, don't you?
Bobby: I like this very much, beauty.
Grace: My name is Grace.
Bobby: Can I take the bag for you, Grace?
Grace hesitated and handed the box to Bobby. He hugged with difficulty.
Bobby: Lord.
Grace: Can you hold it?
Bobby: It's okay.
Grace: Do you need me to take it for you?
Bobby laughed---
Bobby: No.
He hugged tighter, and the posture of the hug looked better.
Bobby: No. I do it myself.
Grace: What happened to your hand?
Bobby: Little accident.
Grace: You should be careful.
They walked towards Grace's car.
Grace: Thank you for helping me get it. The box is heavy and it is hot.
Bobby: It's not troublesome at all, really.
They came to a car and Bobby put down the box.
Bobby: It's okay?
Grace: Ah, this is not my car. My car is still in front, I should park closer. I didn't expect it to be so heavy. Let me get it.
Bobby: Okay, I'll do it.
Bobby picked up the box and continued on. It seems that the box is heavier.
Grace: It's a new set of curtains and hanging rods. I knew it was so heavy, so I asked them to drive it to me.
Bobby held the box with difficulty. Sweat dripped from his face.
Bobby (panting): That's it?
Grace: I'm tired of the old curtains. That was made by my mother. It has been there since I can remember. Have you encountered anything you have to ask for?
Bobby (difficultly): Yes.
Grace: Because they are always a little bit more expensive than I should have spent. But, go to hell. I have hardly done anything good for myself. I should enjoy good things.
Bobby (gasping almost speechless): I---agree.
They came to a Yamaha motorcycle.
Grace: This is my car.
Bobby almost threw the box in his hand onto the car. He was already sweating profusely.
Grace: Thank you.
Bobby: You're welcome, Grace.
Grace: You are probably not a person near here, are you?
Bobby: Why do you say that? Just because I moved the box for a lady?
Grace: You don't have that kind of messy look in your eyes.
Bobby: I drove the car all morning.
Grace: Come to Subi Town? Why?
Bobby: I have no other choice. My car broke down on the road.
Grace: You are lucky that the car did not break in the desert. On a day like this, you will be finished soon. What time do you leave here?
Bobby: When my car is repaired. I don't know when the car will be repaired?
Grace: And I'm tired and sweaty again.
Grace walked up to Bobby and put her hand on his chest. Wipe the sweat from his chest. Suddenly, they looked at each other. At this time, the police car we saw earlier stopped behind them. Police Officer Sharif Virgil Porter is a vicissitudes of life, handsome and mature middle-aged man. He has black hair and a pair of suspicious eyes, which is in sharp contrast with Bobby's yellow hair.
Sharif: Good morning, Grace.
Grace: Good morning, Mr. Sharif. I went to buy curtains.
Sharif: Just in time. It looks like you have found a helper.
Bobby was about to hide behind the box.
Grace: He took the initiative, and I can't refuse it. His car broke down.
Sharif: Huh?
Bobby turned around and forced a smile---
Bobby: Good morning, sir.
Sharif: Boy. (Heavy tone, facing Grace) No surprises in the reserved area this morning. Wayne and Dale drank all night, then Wayne took a gun and chased Dale in the desert. BIA handles this matter. I'll help.
Grace: Is anyone injured?
Sharif: No. When Wayne was awake, his marksmanship was inaccurate, let alone being drunk. He was lucky that he didn't accidentally hurt himself. (Emphasis added) No matter what, you have to stay calm. happy to see you.
Bobby: Me too, sir.
Sharif drove away. Bobby and the others are still standing there, looking at each other.
Grace: I think I need someone to help me move them into the house. My house is not far away, you can go take a bath and drink some cold drinks.
Bobby thought about it, but there is actually nothing to consider -
Bobby: Okay, I want to have a cold drink.
Location, desert road, during the day
Bobby and Grace ride in her jeep together.
Grace (driving the car): Where are you from?
Bobby: Passed many places. Chicago, Houston, Detroit, and finally Dallas...
Grace: You walked a lot.
Bobby: I think there is a wandering factor in my blood.
Grace: Where are you going?
Bobby: I don't know. I have to stop in Vegas. There is something to do. Then maybe go to Santa Barbara. I might encounter something there.
Grace: So what are you doing, sir?
Bobby: Cooper, Bobby Cooper. You know, I will do whatever I make more money. Worked as a bar manager, taught people to play tennis, and occasionally participated in competitions... (stopped suddenly).
Grace: I have never played tennis. Then you are wandering around - there is no direction, no stable job. You must like to bet a lot.
Bobby: If you go to gamble, maybe you will play big bets.
Grace: What will happen to you if you lose?
Bobby: I rolled up my bag and changed another place.
Grace (eagerly): Somewhere else. I have never been anywhere else in my life. Only once, or a few years ago, I went to a trade fair in this state. It was good, but it didn't have much energy.
Bobby: I can't stay in one place, no. No matter where I go, I just stop and finish what I should do, and then leave.
Grace looked at Bobby and smiled ---
Grace: Sometimes I have the same idea.
Interior view, Grace's bedroom/bathroom. Later,
Bobby walked into the bathroom naked during the day and unlocked the water gate. Water spouted from the faucet and covered his whole body. When the water fell on him, we heard a voice in a Russian accent —
voice (voice-over): I want my money.
Bobby propped his left hand on the white tiled wall. There are bandages on his fingers, and we can't see his ring finger and little finger. He leaned against the wall---
outdoor scene, alley, it
was raining heavily at night . Bobby was also in the previous scene. He was pressed hard against the wall with his face out of the picture.
Voice (outside the picture): I want my money.
Bobby: Listen, I will get the money! Don't do this.
Voice (outside the picture): Cut off two, one a week, you rascal...
Bobby was pressed tightly against the wall by two strong guys. The other person was standing, his body partly blocked by those two people. A mob pressed Bobby's hand tightly against the wall and cut off two fingers with a sharp blade. We saw Bobby in extreme pain. He screamed and fell to the ground, collapsed between the legs of the two people.
Bobby clenched his left hand, and the stream of rain washed over his gray and bloodless face.
Interior view, Grace's bedroom/bathroom. Later
we saw that Bobby's face was as painful as in the previous scene, and we heard the same painful cry—
Voice (outside the picture): Two weeks time limit, bastard. Bring the money, or you won't want your nose and ears.
Bobby was already on the floor of the bath, looking at his left hand, he almost burst into tears. A stream of blood flowed down the white tiles, and we saw the cut edges of the index finger and ring finger.
Interior view, Grace's bedroom/bathroom, daytime
Bobby's left hand is wrapped and he is getting dressed.
Bobby (talking to himself): You are still lucky.
He said while looking in the mirror. He picked up the shirt in the sports bag. At this time, we can see a lot of money in sports backpacks more clearly than before at the gas station. He pulled the zipper on the bag and stood up. From the mirror in the corridor, he saw Grace was peeking at herself. Bobby's movements slowed down, but he didn't dodge. After a while, Grace walked in with a glass of lemonade.
Grace: I think you will have another glass of lemonade.
Bobby took a sip of lemonade. He put the cup on his forehead——
Bobby: Very good, very cool. (Intentionally) I saw you peeking at me.
Grace: Sorry, I didn't mean it.
Bobby: I don't mind.
Grace: Do you like this? I peek at you.
Bobby: I think I am as conceited as all men.
Grace: Very good. Because I like what I see.
Bobby smiled, happily and slyly. Grace put an ice cube into his mouth. He noticed a picture frame. The photo was of Grace and an old man.
Bobby: Your home is very nice.
Grace: Thank you.
Grace sat on the side of the bed, Bobby pointed at the photo and asked sarcastically ---
Bobby: Who is he, your father?
Grace: Stepfather...
Bobby (twistfully): Do you have a boyfriend?
Grace: No, really not.
Bobby realized that she was lying, and went on to say ---
Bobby: A single lady who lives in such a big house will definitely feel very lonely.
Grace: I think so.
Bobby: What do you do?
Grace: Do this too, do that too. Most of the time I divination.
Bobby: Where did you learn it?
Grace: My father. He is the wizard of the tribe.
Bobby: He is a doctor.
Grace: This is what white people say, we don't call it that way.
Bobby: What a nice house for the wizard's daughter. You must be outstanding.
Grace: Come here.
Bobby walked over and knelt before Grace. She lifted his head and looked into his eyes. Her voice became deep, but still gentle.
Grace: There was something in your experience; you tried very hard to forget it. That is a pain. There is something...someone you can't forget. And you want something very much. But it seems to be far away from you, but you have made up your mind. Get it anyway.
Bobby grabbed Grace's hand and removed it from his face. He was obviously stunned by her accurate prediction.
Bobby: My face tells you everything?
Grace: What your face tells me is the same as every face tells me. Everyone has a past, a pain, and something they want. (Seductively) What do you want?
Bobby: What I want is what you want.
They looked at each other silently.
Grace: Really? I want to hang up the curtains.
Grace walked out of this room. Bobby stared at her behind for a long time. He grabbed a piece of ice from the glass and crushed it with his teeth.
Interior view, Grace's living room. During the day,
Grace was standing on a ladder, trying to hang the curtains. Bobby noticed a photo of Grace and an elderly Indian woman. Bobby guessed it might be her mother?
Grace: Hold me up.
Bobby stood behind Grace and held her waist gently.
Grace: Hold tight, I won't break it. Girls are stronger than men thought.
Bobby hugged her tighter. He stared at her hips.
Grace: Alright. Hold me down.
Bobby: What?
Grace: Hold me down.
Bobby lifted her off the ladder. He put his arms around her waist.
Grace: You can let me go. I am safe. (Smirk) How do my curtains look?
Bobby: Just like you.
Grace: Is it pretty?
Bobby: It's like polyester.
Grace: I like them. I hate this room. They increased a little anger.
Bobby: It really is.
Grace pouted sexyly and asked the next question ---
Grace: The curtains are finished. What should we do next?
Bobby: I have an idea.
Grace: What is that?
Bobby walked up to Grace and put his hand on her shoulder. He pulled her into his arms, his lips pressed tightly against hers. Grace did not respond.
Bobby: Alright, Grace. Stop playing games.
Grace (innocently): The game?
Bobby: You teased me and then became cold again. You led me over and pushed me away. I'm not here to be played by you.
Grace: Really? What game do you want to play? You help me get things, and then I go to bed with you?
Bobby grabbed his bag —
Bobby: I think I can go back to town by myself.
Grace: Maybe I like to get to know a man first. Maybe I like to know what material he is made of.
Bobby: I'm made of blood and flesh, baby. I have seen a few bad women, many men do. Do you understand? You read my heart, remember? Thank you for the lemonade (turned to go).
Grace: You haven't answered my question yet.
Bobby: Still playing?
Grace: This is not the answer. what do you want?
Bobby: You know what I want.
Grace: Maybe I just want to hear you say it in person.
Bobby was shocked, and he stared at Grace. His bag slid off his shoulders and fell to the floor. Like a beast approaching its prey, Bobby approached her with great determination. Grace stood straight and waited for him. Her head straightened, and her breathing became rapid.
When Bobby approached her, when Bobby was about to hug her, suddenly his movements were stopped by a very loud voice. It's Jack.
Jack (outside the picture): Grace!
Bobby turned to Jack: an old man, but still very strong and fierce.
Grace (calmly): Jack. I thought you...
Bobby: Who is this guy?
Jack: I am her husband.
Bobby (stunned): Husband...?
Jack: Who are you? Okay, I want to kill you.
Bobby: Wait a minute, man. I...I'm helping your wife. I met her in the town. She needs someone to help her take the curtains. That's it.
Jack: I didn't see you hanging the curtains.
Bobby: That's all I swear to you. We did not step into your bedroom for half a step.
Jack: You have many ways.
Bobby: Grace, tell him.
Grace said nothing. She picked up a glass of lemonade and took a sip without expression.
Bobby: Damn it, Grace. Tell him.
Grace (coquettishly): Jack, if he said what happened, it was what.
Jack: Ah, if you hadn't had anything to do with Grace, you would sneak up here alone. I'm going to put you on my knees and squash your ass fiercely.
Bobby (to Grace): Bitch! Is this all about you? You lured me here to watch our two men fight for you. You two...Go to hell (walk towards the door)!
Jack: Where are you going!
Bobby: I'm sorry, sir. You want to chop off my head. I don't want to stop you. I'm just an idiot. But if you don't want this, please let me go...Oh!
Jack slammed a punch to his nose.
Jack: Raised by a bitch, you thought you would come and leave if you wanted. I want to tear out another asshole for you.
Bobby: You broke my nose!
Jack: Not broken.
The nose may not be broken, but it is bleeding. Bobby felt the blood flow down, and then saw the blood drip onto his shirt.
Bobby: Fuck you! I... you are lucky that I didn't sue you.
Jack (opens the door): Get out.
Bobby glanced back at Grace, who gave him a foolish smirk.
Bobby: The people here are crazy.
He clutched his nose and rushed out the door.
Location, desert road. Later, during the day,
Bobby was carrying a bag and walking along the road to town. He covered his nose with a towel, and he was no longer bleeding. His body was already covered with sweat and dust, and he looked up at the poisonous sun.
Bobby: Fuck it.
A Cadillac slowly followed him. It was Jack who drove.
Bobby: What do you want to do?
Jack: I'll take you for a ride, kid. It's too hot to walk like this... You know, someone died in the wild.
Bobby went on.
Jack: Ah, you are not uncomfortable anymore, are you? If I make trouble for you deliberately, I can give it to you now. Get in the car, boy. come. boarding.
Bobby got in the car.
Jack: After you were mad, Grace still lied, I was mad. I took off her pants and had a good fight... It's a pity that I wasn't calm enough, but it was fun.
Bobby: Hmm...
Jack: Hey, what's the matter with your hand?
Bobby: An accident.
Jack: You should be careful...
Bobby: I know. I will be careful.
Jack: I don’t think we have formally introduced ourselves, Jack McKenna.
Bobby: That's a stubborn name.
Jack: I am a stubborn person.
Bobby: Bobby Cooper.
Jack: Bobby Cooper, what are you doing in Subi Town, Cooper?
Bobby: The car broke down.
Jack: Huh? Darrell is fixing your car?
Bobby: He is an idiot.
Jack (laughing): He has a lot of personality. Do you still need anything for your car now? ……where you go?
Bobby: California...
Jack: Where do you live?
Bobby: Go to work. A friend of mine has a boat and he wants me to help him sail the boat.
Jack: Are you a sailor? It turned out to be so. You drive through the country, then board a ship and sail out to sea. A man disappeared like that. Keep sailing until he becomes a memory. I imagine this small town will soon become a small point on your itinerary.
Bobby: I hope so. (Emphasis added) Listen, McKenna, about your wife: If I knew she was married...
Jack: That wouldn't make any difference to you, would it? not at all. Do you know why? Because you are a man with no worries.
Bobby: Wait—
Jack: Ah, I can smell it on you.
Jack touched his hand behind Bobby's neck, put it in front of his nose and sniffed.
Bobby: Hey!
Jack: It's the sweat of a man, he doesn't have the gene of honesty in his bones. Don't mind, boy. People who lack ethics are free people. I am jealous of such people. And how can I blame you. It's the same in Grace's bones, you guys match well, don't you?
Jack pushed Bobby with his elbow, and Bobby gave a nervous smile.
Jack: She is like that. I know that when we got married, she was still a free person. With a woman like her and a man like me, what can I expect? But to meet a woman like her in such a small town, you can't think about it. So I married her. what would you do?
Bobby: You can't stand it and you can't kill them.
Jack looked at Bobby with an imperceptible smile.
Jack: "You can't kill them." I like this sentence. (Laughs) I bet she keeps seduce you, right? Take you to the house to hang curtains. That is a good way. When her ass is facing your face, she makes you horny. I bet you just want to take off her pants and fuck her. Then I suddenly appeared like a beast. I bet you were overwhelmed by passion at that time.
Bobby: You don't know how it feels.
Jack: I bet you were like a mad dog. You were almost mad at the time.
Bobby laughed quietly.
Jack: You wanted to choke her neck, didn't you? You must have wanted to kill her.
Bobby burst into laughter, Jack burst into laughter, and then suddenly stopped.
Bobby: Are you willing?
Jack: What do you want?
Bobby: Are you willing to kill her?
Jack: Because I'm tired, I'm tired of her little games. Because you can do it, and then just sail around in your boat, no one sees you again. I bought her a life insurance of 50,000 yuan, and I am willing to share the money with the person who killed her.
Bobby was silent and didn't understand what it meant---
Bobby: I've done a lot of things, but I'm not a murderer, Mr. McKenna.
Jack: If you haven't tried it, how would you know?
Bobby: You are kidding, right? You just want to play me. right?
When they arrived in town, Jack parked his car outside a grocery store.
Jack: Alright. Take it as a joke. All right.
Bobby got out of the car, Jack smiled and said---
Jack: Have a good time.
He drove away, and Bobby watched him go.
Bobby: Who are these people here?
Interior view, small department store. Later
this store was small and dirty. There was no one else except a short elderly Mexican woman behind the counter. Bobby walked in.
Bobby: Is there any cold soda?
Woman: what?
Bobby: Soda? Do you have soda here?
Woman (Mexican): ...
Bobby: Soda. Understand?
Bobby held up a cup to his mouth as if drinking water.
Woman: Oh, you want to eat.
Bobby: It's not for food. for drink. How to drink in Spanish...agua?
The old woman's eyes widened. She cried, and quickly covered her mouth. At first Bobby thought she was screaming at what she had just said, and then she felt something behind him. Bobby turned around slowly and saw two rude-looking, shaggy-bearded, tattooed gangsters. One of them is holding a gun.
Gangster: All right, ma'am. Don't move, it's okay. You don't move either. Take out the money. quick!
Woman: Huh?
The second gangster: Money, ma'am. Pass it over.
Bobby removed his body, hoping to keep the backpack behind him.
The old woman walked to an old cash register and opened the lock. She handed the money to the gangster.
Gangster: That's it, ma'am? I still have kids going to school.
Woman: That's all for me.
The gangster turned to Bobby ---
Gangster: Okay, buddy. What to look at? Take it out.
Bobby took a stack of banknotes (around $1,000) from his pocket and placed it on the counter.
Gangster (touching the money with his finger, very calm): Yes...Who are you? Are there any more?
Bobby opened his wallet and showed it to the gangster, indicating that it was gone.
Gangster: Okay. You are very good. Bring the bag.
Bobby: There are only books in it.
Gangster: I love reading. Throw it over.
Bobby (begging): It's my personal stuff...I use it at home.
Gangster: It's heavy. I like family value. give it to me.
Bobby took a breath -
Bobby: No.
Gangster: No?
The second gangster: Hey. never mind. come on.
Gangster: No?
Woman: Sir, give him the bag.
Gangster: Exactly. He just didn't want to give me the bag.
The second gangster: He is talking nonsense with you. kill him.
Gangster: He will give it to me.
The gang caught Bobby's bag. Bobby took a step back, but still did not hand over the package. The gang held the gun against Bobby's forehead. Bobby fell backward on the counter and fell to the ground again. The old woman screamed. The gangster grabbed the bag, looked back at the old woman, and saw the ring on her hand. He grabbed her hand and was about to take off the ring from her finger. The woman screamed more fiercely.
The second gangster: go quickly.
Gangster: A little bit. It won't hurt you. relax.
Woman: No, no, that is my wedding ring.
He pushed the ring from the woman's finger and pushed her back. He put Bobby's bag on his shoulders and turned away.
Gangster: Let's go.
Woman: Go and die... The
woman grabbed a gun from under the counter, and she pulled the trigger. The bullet popped out of the chamber, passed through the pocket, and shot into the gangster's back. He fell to the ground and died. Blood and broken banknotes were scattered around him.
The second gangster: bastard. You bitch.
The second gangster saw the banknotes scattered from the broken bag. He fought back at the old woman who had shrunk behind the counter, his greedy eyes widened.
He grabbed the bag, there was money left in it. Unexpectedly, the old woman stood up again and fired a second shot.
The remaining money was also broken into pieces, and the second gangster died.
Bobby was frightened. He crawled to the broken money.
Woman (Spanish): Tortoise son. Go to hell and eat your own shit.
She walked out of the counter and came to Bobby's side. He was clutching his wallet, pulling out the 1,000 dollars from the gangster's pocket.
Woman: I call the police.
Bobby: No, don't call the police.
Bobby gave her 100 dollars.
Woman: 100 dollars? Don't call the police?
Bobby gave her some more. She looked at him. In the end Bobby gave her all the money.
Bobby: Call the police after I leave.
Bobby staggered out of the store, and the screen went blank.
Location, street, later
Bobby sat on the ground blankly holding his head, the tap next to him dripping. He reached under the faucet to rinse, took up water to wash his face, and gently washed away the scars on his eyelids. The police car screamed and drove by on the road. Recovering from the chaos, Bobby plans to drink another sip of water. At this time a scorpion crawled out of the faucet. Bobby took a step back in horror.
Location, Harlem Auto Repair Department, later
Bobby: Hey.
Darrell: Hey. You... what happened to you?
Bobby: Nothing.
Darrell: You don't seem to be all right.
Bobby: I just hurt my head. It's just an accident.
Darrell: Another accident. You should be careful.
Bobby's eyes widened. He saw that the protective plate on the front of his car had been removed.
Bobby: What the fuck is wrong with my car?
Darrell: The hose at the bottom is also broken. It is corroded. Had to get a new one. It looks great now.
Bobby (suspiciously): How much?
Darrell: Okay...the parts are replaced, and the labor costs...even $150.
Bobby: How much is it?
Darrell: 150 dollars.
Bobby: So much money just to change a rubber tube?
Darrell: A rubber tube from a 1964 Mustang. Do you know how long it took me to find it?
Bobby: At most one and a half hours. I just left for so long.
Darrell: Actually three hours. If you think your car is good, you should have a good price.
Bobby: This is a Ford, not a Ferrari. You mean to tell me that no one drives a Ford in this ghost place?
Darrell: This is not just a Ford car. This is a 1964 convertible.
Bobby: What does it have to do with a rubber tube?
Darrell: I don't know. This is why I live here and you pass by. Now you owe me 150 dollars.
Bobby: It's like $1,500 now, because I don't have any money now.
Darrell: Then you can't drive this car away.
Bobby: Listen to me. I lost all my money half an hour ago.
Bobby was digging in the blood-stained wallet, and didn't want Darrell to see the blood on the wallet. He first took out a five-dollar bill. Then there was a one-dollar one with blood stains.
Bobby: I have 5-6 dollars.
Darrell grabbed the $5, then took out a wad of greasy money from his overalls, and put the $5 in the wad.
Darrell: Then you still owe me $145. You can use your credit card.
Bobby: I don't have any credit cards.
Darrell: That's too bad. I want you to wash the dishes or dig out shit or something, because you have to go to work to pay off your debts.
Bobby (takes off his gold watch): Look, this is a gold watch. It is worth at least seven or eight hundred dollars. You can sell it for money.
Darrell (looks carefully): Who will buy it? There are not even numbers.
Bobby: No need for numbers. This is why it is expensive. Look at this watch...
Darrell (shaking his head suspiciously): No numbers, no dates. Maybe a dollar is not worth it. (Pick off my watch) My watch only cost $3.75, but it has all functions. I just use this watch (go away).
Bobby: Fuck you. I want to ask my lawyer to close the door for you.
Darrell: You don't even have a credit card, and a lawyer? Talk to me nicely. Didn't you see this sign? It said...
Bobby: What sign? Fuck the sign. I want my car.
Darrell: I want my 145 dollars.
Bobby stood for a while, deciding whether to fight the car, then turned and left.
Darrell looked at him and snickered.
Interior view, parking lot/restaurant, later
this is the most common restaurant with parking lot on the highway, small and shabby. There are rows of stools, the menu is only one page, and there is a jukebox in the corner with country music. Business is deserted, but this is the only restaurant in town. There was a short cousin in the kitchen; an ugly waitress, Flo was behind the counter. Two drivers, Ed and Boyd, are sitting on a stool. They are a pair of partners. Boyd is flicking a coin.
Ed: 113 degrees. The temperature dropped to 47 degrees in July. It dropped to 43 degrees one afternoon. true story.
Boyd: I remember that last year it went from 98 degrees to 23 degrees in a day. The wind was blowing and black clouds were rolling, like...
Bobby came out of the men's pile and sat in the corner by the counter. He tried to make his clothes neater, but it still looked terrible. He immersed himself in the menu---
Bobby: Is there any beer?
Flo: Which one do you want?
Bobby: Baker.
Flo: No Baker, A-1 card, Coos card...
Bobby: Heineken?
Flo: No. We don't have Heineken. There is Miller.
Bobby: Is there any authentic Da Laft beer?
Flo: No. Only the Miller beer in plain packaging. You can fucking eat this if you want to eat, or just leave the fuck.
Bobby: I fucking want this.
Short cousin: Flo, cheese and beef sandwich.
Flo: The beer will come in a while.
Flo walked away.
Bobby: ...a waitress named Flo. It's true.
When Bobby stared at the money inside the counter, he heard the horn of a police car outside the hotel. He felt something on his feet. Looking down, a cat was crawling on his lap. He kicked the cat to the ground fiercely, and it screamed in pain.
Bobby: Damn cat.
Behind them, two young men were sitting at the counter. Toby looks like a local, wearing jeans and a white T-shirt. He has short hair and looks like a high school student. His girlfriend, Jenny, looks very featureless, ugly and not ugly. She is the kind of woman that most men don't want to see a second glance when they meet. Toby stood up and went to the bathroom, Jenny walked towards Bobby——
Jenny: Hey, sir. Do you have any change?
Bobby: What?
Jenny: I want to click a song on this jukebox. Do you have coins?
Bobby looked at Jenny, picked a coin and threw it to her. He was attracted involuntarily.
Jenny: What happened to your hand?
Bobby: I hurt when I shaved; I know. I will be more careful.
Jenny: What do you want to hear?
Bobby: These country music sounds the same to me.
Jenny: Let me pick a song for you.
Bobby smiled. Jenny played a song "Your Deceptive Mind" sung by Pazzy Klein. Jenny sat down beside Bobby.
Jenny: Do you like Pazzy Klein? I really like her. But I wonder why she didn't release a new record?
Bobby: Because she is dead.
Jenny: Oh, it's really sad. Don't you feel sad?
Bobby: I was sad for a while.
Jenny: You are not here, are you? Where are you from?
Bobby: Australia.
Jenny: You are not from Australia. Australia, only in the movie.
Pauling: We just met ---
Toby came back. He saw Jenny and Bobby. Seeing Jenny talking with Bobby, he got angry.
Toby: No...no...no, I saw it but I can't believe it...stop your wedding. This is impossible. Hey! What do you want to do to my girlfriend?
Bobby said nothing and ignored him.
Toby: I'm asking you something.
Jenny: Oh, Toby, we did nothing. We just chat.
Toby: Shut up. Go back to our table. (To Bobby) Now, sir, let me ask you again, what did you do to my girlfriend?
Bobby: I did nothing.
Toby: What I see is not that simple. Both of you are eye-catching.
Bobby: Frowning? Did everyone in this town take the wrong medicine?
Jenny: To be honest, Toby, I just asked him for a jukebox coin.
Toby: Stay there, Jenny. We are dealing with men's affairs. I didn't take the medicine, sir, and...
Bobby: Then you might have taken it. Look, man, I didn't have anything to do with your girlfriend.
Toby: Do you think I would believe it?
Bobby: I don't care if you believe it or not, as long as you go away.
Toby: Sir, I'm calling you out.
Bobby: What? Do you want to fight? for her?
Bobby looked at Jenny.
Flo: Toby, you drink your soda, don't bother others.
Toby: Do you know who I am? Toby N. Tucker. People here call me TNT. Do you know why?
Bobby: Let's see... Are they imaginative?
Toby: Because I am like a pack of explosives. If I have an attack, someone will be injured.
Bobby: Alright. Even if I am flirting with your girlfriend. Now I am afraid of death, I have served you. Can you go away?
Toby: I'm not going, I want to clean up you first.
Bobby: God, what is going on!
Toby: Stand up.
Bobby: I didn't touch your girlfriend.
Toby: Stand up, sir. Otherwise I will beat you up while you sit.
Bobby sat still. He didn't want to fight with Toby. Firstly because his hand was injured, and secondly because he didn't want to attract people's attention here. He is still sitting there.
Flo: Toby, that's enough. Didn't you see that one of his hands was injured?
Toby: Regardless of your business, Flo. We quickly resolved it.
Bobby stood up reluctantly and stared at Toby. They all clenched their fists, waiting to respond to each other's blow. The atmosphere became tense. Jenny, Flo and the customers are all watching. At this moment, the jukebox's music stopped, and the pointer made a monotonous rubbing sound. The sound of a police car came from outside, the door opened, and the police officer walked in. The tense air eased. Toby obviously cares about the police officer. He approached Bobby and said in a threatening tone in his ear ---
Toby: You are lucky, sir. But this is not over. I will call you out again and make a break on this matter. Did you hear that? (To Jenny) Come here. go home.
Toby grabbed Jenny by the arm and dragged her out of the hotel.
Flo: My husband, how is your baby?
Sharif: What's the matter?
Flo: Toby is like that. He thought every man was playing Jenny's idea.
Sharif: Jenny always teases every man she sees.
Flo (to Bobby): Leave Toby alone. He just likes to show off for his girlfriend, and it will be all right after a while. Do you want beer?
Bobby (looking at Sharif nervously): I will take this wine away. Bobby put his hands on his face, trying to cover the wound on his forehead.
Ed: How is it, sir?
Sharif: There is a problem. Two gangsters in our town tried to rob Jamila’s grocery store this morning. Real guns were also moved.
Boyd: What happened later?
Sharif: The old woman killed both of them.
Ed: Oh my God!
Flo: How miserable. How is she?
Sharif: She's okay. The bitch wanted to grab her wedding ring, so she shot. Can't blame her. The wedding ring was the only property that Carlos left to her when she died. The shop is messed up.
Boyd: The desert. This is the source of all chaos. The desert has turned everyone here into a lunatic. Am I right, Sharif? Everyone here is crazy.
Ed: Let's go, I have to hurry.
Boyd: Just some beer.
The two of them threw some money on the counter and left. Flo was standing near the cash register with Bobby's beer.
Flo: I can't help you reduce the price, sweetheart.
Bobby has to pay $1.75. Fro turned on the cash register.
Flo: I'm looking for your change.
Sharif: Fro, bring me another cup of coffee (reaching out to the counter).
Flo: Be careful, Virgil.
As soon as Flo's voice fell, Bobby overturned the cup in Sharif's hand. Hot coffee is splattered all over the floor. Flo ran towards him.
Sharif: Born of a bitch!
Flo: Virgil, what did you do? Are you OK?
Sharif: My gun hand was burnt.
When Flo bent down to wipe the counter, Sharif put his hand on her intimately---
Sharif (looks at his hands): Some medicine needs to be put on it.
Flo (in a low voice): You can put butter on it. (To Virgil in the usual mean tone) You deserve it. Go and put your hands in the cold water to bubble. Joe, take a mop to clean up here.
When everyone's attention was diverted, Bobby noticed that the cash register was still on. He looked around, making sure that no one noticed him, and slowly stretched his hand to the drawer. When he was about to grab the money, a cat --- the cat that was kicked away by him - jumped into his hand and called. Bobby was startled and jumped back.
Flo: Shasta! Don't run around and frighten people. sorry sir. 3.25 yuan for you. You are going to have a good day, don't you?
Bobby: Of course.
While Sharif was not paying attention, Bobby left while the Mexican woman was cleaning the ground.
Location, phone booth, street, during the day
Bobby begged on the phone——
Bobby: Cici? Cici, I'm Bobby... Bobby Cooper... Yeah, look, I know it's been a while, but I'm in trouble now... Um... 145 yuan... That's a lie. On your birthday, I called you...Two years ago...I can't help it if you don't answer the phone. Cici, sweetheart, I don't want to fight with you. I need you to send me the money...because they fucking want to kill me. I didn't steal your CD... Where is Mr. Coffee? Cici, Cici (throwing down the phone), bitch, bitch.
Outside scene, the same phone booth, on the street, during the day
Bobby called another collect call.
Bobby: 73-11, this is Prato.
The voice of the gambler: Prato. damn it. We heard about you. You owe money to the Russians. Why would you call my office? You better forget this number.
Bobby: Mike... Mike... Damn it.
Gambler's voice: Who is Mike (hang up the phone)?
Bobby left dejectedly.
Interior view, Akadai's office, daytime
This is a temporary tacky office that can often be seen in buildings in Las Vegas. From here you can get a bird's eye view of the entire city. Mr. Akadai, wearing silk clothes and expensive jewels, is sitting behind his desk for lunch, his nails are beautifully manicured. His thug, Sergey, was wearing a bright shirt and was serving his master's meal. Both of these people have appeared in Bobby's memories. They all have a dangerous temperament that provokes others. Sergey was answering the phone. In the background there is a coquettish Middle Eastern woman, Sophia.
Sergey: Da (that is, "right" or "yes" in Russian)?
Akadai: Sergey, who are you, are you Neanderthal? How many times have I told you? When answering the phone, use "Hello" instead of "Da".
Sergey (nodding): I'm sorry, Mr. Akadee. (To the phone) "Hello?"
Operator: I have another call from Mr. Bobby Cooper. Are you willing to pay?
Sergey; Mr. Akadai, that dead Cooper's call.
Mr. Akadai did not answer.
Sergey: He called a collect call.
Mr. Akadai's head suddenly lifted, and he snatched the phone---
Akadai (excessively sweetly): Bobby, I'm so surprised. I want to meet you, not call you.
(Cross-switching)
Location, phone booth,
Bobby is calling on the street .
Bobby: I know, Mr. Akadai, I know. I'm on my way to your place, it's just... what kind of day I have had. I know my experience is so weird, you won't believe it, but it is...very true. I took the money, I swear I got the money. I'm on the way to Vegas, and my car broke down...
Mr. Akadai was repairing his nails, completely indifferent to what Bobby said---
Akadai: What a shame, Bobby. What a shame.
Bobby: It's much more than that, Mr. Akkadin...Akkadai
: It's " Akkadai ".
Bobby: Yes, Mr. Akadai, things are much more than that. I took your money, I went to the small shop here to buy something to eat, and I was robbed at this time.
Akadai: Let me guess. This gangster took your money.
Bobby: No. None of the two gangsters—they were both killed. Killed by the old woman in the shop.
Akadai: Old woman?
Bobby: He was shot. She shot them both, and... the money in my bag was broken into pieces. A complete banknote is gone. What a coincidence.
Akadai (heavier tone, dry voice): Bobby, your story is quite tortuous.
Bobby: Mr. Akadai, really. I had to leave before the police arrived. Now I don’t have any money in my name. Even the car I repaired can't be taken out. Let me tell you, sir, sir... (pause) I wouldn’t be so unlucky if it weren’t for my luck, you know? (Pause, wait a while) So I wonder if you can send me $145 and I will get the car back, understand? There is a FedEx at the bus station here. Of course I will pay the money back together with the rest.
Akadai: You have nothing left.
Bobby: But I will have everything. no problem. I can sell my car in Vegas. It is very valuable. I only need 150 dollars.
Akadai (pause): Where are you?
Bobby (hopefully): A small place in Arizona, called Suby. About 200 kilometers east of Phoenix.
Akadai (pauses for a while, outside the picture): Soubi?
Bobby suddenly felt a little puzzled---
Bobby (outside the picture): If you can send money over, pay attention...Akadai
:...Okay, let me figure this out. You owe me money for two years. You still owe me $13,000. Now you call me a collect call and ask me to send you $150 to repair your car.
Bobby: US$145 will do.
Akadai: One hundred... listen, you damn little rascal; I don't care if you were hit by a truck or run over by a train. You owe me 13,000 dollars, pay me back quickly. I don't care what method you use or where you get the money, and you will bring it to my desk tomorrow morning. Otherwise I will let you see what bad luck is.
Sergey broke a pencil in his hand, and the pen flew over Mr. Akadee's head. Fortunately, he escaped.
Akkadai: Little rascal, do you understand what I mean?
Bobby (gritting his teeth): Bastard!
Akadai: What did you say?
Bobby: I'm sorry! You don't understand my current difficulties. I am too difficult now.
There was an embarrassing silence on the other end of the phone. Bobby is still waiting ---
Akadai: Bobby, you owed me the "bread" four weeks ago. Now you are telling me to pay it back one week later. That's five weeks, Bobby. That is, five fingers. Because both you and I know one finger a week. it is good! You come to me tomorrow morning and tell me clearly, I don't want your remaining three fingers, and tomorrow --- and Bobby, don't let me come to you. Good, happy (pass the phone to Sergey).
Sergey (to the phone): Do you understand? Have a nice day (hang up the phone).
Akadai: This shit! And you, you Neanderthal! How did you break the pencil, bastard!
Sophia: Fingers? Who are you, gay? In our country, if anyone does not return my money, we will chop off his head.
Akadai motioned to Sergey to come over ---
Akadai: You quickly go to the town of Subi, Arizona. Bring me Bobby Cooper. I don't think he has tasted the lesson yet. This is your last chance, Sergey.
Sergey: Da (yes).
Location, on the street, during the day
Bobby stared at his bandaged hand in frustration. The hand trembled, supporting the other hand holding the phone.
We heard the voice of the
operator — Operator (outside the picture): Hello?
Bobby: Hello.
Operator (outside the picture): Is the call over?
Bobby: Yeah.
Operator (outside the picture): Please pay a surcharge of 75 points.
Bobby: Damn it! go to hell! asshole! asshole!
He walked out of the phone booth and walked past an old computer hardware store. In the phone booth behind him, the microphone was hung from the phone, and there was a computer recording —
voice (outside the picture): Thanks for using AT&T's service —
in the shop window, Bobby saw that a set of flowers was being sold A large shovel used by a craftsman.
Location, empty street,
Bobby walked for a while later, nowhere to go. He looked at his watch and thought about what Akadai would do to himself; he raised a hand to block the sun, and in the shade outside an old building, he wanted to open the lid of a bottle of beer; the lid was not opened, he again I tried a little bit of strength---the strength was too great, and the lid suddenly jumped up and hit his hand. Bobby screamed in pain; at the same time the bubbling beer burst out of the bottle and splashed on his sleeve. The bottle fell from his wet fingers to the ground. Bobby clutched the bleeding hand in pain.
Bobby: Bastard! asshole! asshole! I hate this damn place! I hate it! Did you hear me? (No one answered) Let me get out of here. I want to leave here.
It seems to be an answer: a jeep drove on the highway. Sitting in the driver's seat is Grace, and she seems to be very hot. She teased Bobby from behind the windshield, but did not say hello to him. She drove away.
Bobby looked at her hostilely, but she didn't see it. He noticed that there was a modern and well-maintained building across the street with a sign that read: McKenna Properties.
He thought about it for a while, and looked very embarrassed.
Location, highway/car,
in a rented convertible during the day , we saw Sergey walking through the desert. He opened his jacket and looked at his watch, eager to find his destination on the map.
Interior view, Jack's office, daytime
Bobby squatted, looking at the real estate model in the sand table. Jack smiled on the side——
Jack: Boy, what can I do for you?
Bobby: I think we can talk.
Jack: Talk about it? What to talk about?
Bobby: Talk something. Your wife.
Jack: Grace baby? What about her?
Bobby: That's what you said this morning.
Jack shook his head, as if he didn't understand.
Bobby: You said you bought insurance for your wife. Fifty thousand dollars.
Jack: Yes.
Bobby: You said you would share the money with the person who killed her.
Jack: Did I say that?
Bobby: Don't fool me, Jack. You are a gambler. You are waiting for me to tell you something. If you are willing to share the money with me, I will help you kill Grace.
Jack: Man, the weather is too hot and it makes you nonsense.
Bobby: I'm not talking nonsense.
Jack: Crazy people would say like you.
Bobby: I think I am the only person in the town who can do this. This is what you brought up. this morning. In your car.
Jack: Oh, just talk casually. The husband was dizzy. I don't want anyone to die.
Bobby: Nonsense. You want me to kill her.
Jack: What a man says is not necessarily what he thinks in his heart.
Bobby: That's what you mean.
Jack: Why do you talk about this?
Bobby: Because you are a villain. You want your wife to die. Then you will get a sum of money.
Jack: Then why are you doing it?
Bobby: I am also a villain willing to serve you... (pause) You are a very jealous man. If you can't monopolize Grace, you won't share it with others.
Jack stared at Bobby quietly---
Jack: Yes. I think I have love and hate for Grace.
Bobby: You love her, but you hate her too?
Jack: No, I hate that I love her. I hate women like her. I hate that I have to endure the little games she plays. Do it with half of the people in town and laugh at me. This bitch. She likes to play. She wants me to beat her. She liked it when I beat her. She is torturing me. But she is family. She is my little girl. My baby. Can I bear to watch her roll her eyes in front of me and swallow her last breath, or watch her head shatter? No, I can not. but you? You have a murderous look, kid...how much do you want?
After a while —
Bobby: Twenty thousand dollars.
Jack: Twenty thousand. I don't have so much money. I won't get the money until a few months after she died. I can't imagine you always staring at poor Grace's legacy. Twenty thousand, I can't come up with so much money.
Bobby: How much can you give?
Jack: Maybe... ten thousand. That is only possible.
Bobby: I want thirteen thousand.
Jack: That's too much.
Bobby: We are not talking about buying a car. We are talking about killing your wife. Thirteen thousand, otherwise no discussion.
The two stood silent for a while. Only the ticking of a large vertical clock in the corner can be heard.
Jack: Your asking price is very high. But when I see you, I think you are my child at first glance.
Bobby: I am not your child. I do not like you. But I have no choice but to do business with you. Let's call this a game-like marriage contract.
Jack: Don't say that. Grace and I have had a simple wedding, let's see how to get started... It looks like we have made an agreement.
Bobby (sarcastically): Do we need to shake hands?
Jack: If you don't trust this person, can you hire him to kill your wife? This matter should be done like an accident, this is the key. If this is not the case, there will be no good results. I won't get a penny, maybe even go to the gallows, and you have to hide there.
Bobby: What do you want to do?
Jack: How do I know. I have never killed my wife before. Oh, God. You want this job, but you don't know how to do it yet. I think I should hire a professional.
Bobby: Do you want to do it yourself? I don't have to do it, you know.
Jack: Be quiet, kid. I have to plan this. I think I can't do it at home. It should be...
He was pacing in the office, thinking.
Bobby: You should pay the down payment first.
Jack: Oh yes. Why don't I buy a plane ticket for you to get you out of here. I know you...(Next) You should do this, go see her at home.
Bobby (emphasis added): How do you tell her?
Location, McKenna's house, later
Jack (outside the painting): ...I don't know. Tell her you must see her. Tell her that you don't care if she gets married. You must be with her. Say some sweet words. A male duck like you must know this very well. So... maybe change the subject. Talk about her jeep. She loves cars. Maybe that is her only love. She will take you out for a drive...
Bobby: I know you won't be surprised that I'm back. Because you know my mind.
She is not surprised—
Grace (saw his new wound): You are injured. I told you to be careful.
Bobby: I said I was an idiot. You said we left here, took the car to somewhere, and talked...
Grace: How did you know he wasn't here?
Bobby: Someone likes me to get this opportunity. let's go.
Location, desert,
Grace's jeep is running on the desert during the day . Her expression was wild and excited. Bobby sat next to her, looking a little nervous.
Jack (outside the painting): She will take you somewhere in the desert. She likes it very much. Drive through the Red Rock Pingding Mountain. me too. I guess we are a bit alike. She will take you to a quiet, off-travel place.
Location, desert, later
Grace parked the car on a flat place in the col. Bobby was sitting in the shade, and Grace was pacing in the sun, seemingly not caring about the hot weather.
Jack (outside the picture): There is no one within a few kilometers. Only you two and some mountain dogs. That is everything. You can talk to her affectionately if you want. Make her feel very comfortable and relaxed — and then do it.
Jack's voiceover is over. The scene returns to real time.
Bobby: Is there a snake here?
Grace: They can hear you. They won't disturb you. Don't mess with them.
Bobby: Can you tolerate this isolation?
Grace: Yes, but I like the sun. I grew up in a reserved area. The sun, the desert, they are like our religion. So does Jack. He loves this desert. I guess we are very similar in this regard. That's the only similarity between us.
Bobby: Do you love him?
Grace: No.
Bobby: Ever loved it?
Grace: It depends on what love you are talking about. I grew up in a reserved area. There is no desert there. The people there are obsessed with the Indian way of life, Bobby. That's where they left us to die. My brother committed suicide when I was 19, because he thought he would never get anything from there anymore. There is no hope there...Jack took us out---my mother and I.
Bobby: Is that why you are with him?
Grace: I made him think he was wooing me, but I went around teasing him like playing a bait fish. I need him. I need what he gave me. And I do everything to get him. Is that love?
Bobby: I guess not.
Grace: Yes, I guess you are right.
Bobby: I believe this, the outcome of things is always unexpected.
Grace: I'm still here, am I? See this?
Grace wiped her ha
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