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: How about those Bears? Henry
: Fuck the Bears.
: I love you, Henry. Henry
: I guess I love you too.
: I'd like to kill somebody. Henry
: Say that again. Otis
: I'd like to kill somebody. Henry
: Let's me and you go for a ride, Otis
: If you shoot someone in the head with a .45 every time you kill somebody, it becomes like your fingerprint, see? But if you strangle one, stab another, and one you cut up, and one you don't, then the police don't know what to do. They think you're four different people. What they really want, what makes their job so much easier, is pattern. What they call a modus operandi. That's Latin. Bet you didn't know any Latin, did you kid? Otis
: Big fucking deal. Henry
: What? Otis
: Nothing. Henry
: It's like a trail of shit, Otis. It's like the blood droppings from a deer you shot, and all they've got to do is follow those droppings, and pretty soon, they're going to find their deer. Otis
: Why don't you use a gun? Henry
: You can use a gun. I'm not saying you can't use a gun. Just don't use the same gun twice.
: Otis, plug it in.
: It's always the same and it's always different.
: Where you going? Henry
: Nowhere - you wanna come?
: Guns are easy to get... I can make a phone call and get a gun. Anybody can get a gun, Otis.
: Did you really kill your mama? Henry
: I guess I did. Becky
: How'd it happen? Henry
: I stabbed her. Becky
: Otis said you hit her with a baseball bat. Henry
: Otis said that? Becky
: Yeah. Henry
: Well, he's mistaken. Becky
: Well don't tell him I told you. He made me promise.
: She must have treated you real bad. Henry
: She was a whore. My mama was a whore. But I don't fault her for that. It ain't what she done, but how she done it. Long as I can remember, she'd bring men up to the house. My daddy was there too, but it didn't matter none to her. She'd make me watch. Becky
: That's creepy. Henry
: She'd beat me too. A lot. She'd beat me when I wouldn't watch it. And sometimes she'd beat me, and make me wear a dress, and watch her doin' it. Then they'd laugh at me. Becky
: She made you wear a dress? Henry
: You think I'm lyin? Becky
: I feel like I know you, like I've known you for a long time. I feel like I've known you forever and ever. Henry
: Yeah. I killed my mama. One night. It was my 14th birthday. She was drunk, and we had an argument. She hit me with a whiskey bottle. I shot her. I shot her dead. Becky
: I thought you said you stabbed her. Henry
: Oh yeah, that's right, I stabbed her.
: Don't do that Otis - she's your sister.
: The most important thing is to keep moving, that way they might never catch up to you. I'm gonna have to pack up and be on the move, too, pretty soon. Otis
: Where you going? Henry
: Nowhere. You wanna come? We could be back this way in about a month. Otis
: I'm not supposed to leave the state without telling them. Henry
: So who's gonna know? As long as you show up when you're supposed to? Otis
: What if they check up on me at work? Henry
: Well, no plan is perfect.
: What are you doing? Otis
: I want to watch it again.
: [Otis sticks his head out the window of a moving vehicle as Henry drives, filming various women with a video camera until it hits something, busting the lens off; gets angry at Henry
] Oh! Look what you did! Aw, God! Aw, Jesus! Look at it, it's ruined! Damn, Henry, you oughta look where you're driving! Henry
: Who the hell told you to stick your head out the window anyway? Otis
: You could've killed me! Henry
: Oh, that's right. Blame it on me. Otis
: Aw, this fuckin' camera!
[Otis tosses the camera out the window into the gutter, completely destroying it
: What'd you do that for? Otis
: It wasn't any good anymore. Henry
: Could've fixed it. Otis
: Shit, the lens was busted right off! Henry
: Could've fixed it! Otis
: How do you know? You a camera repairman? You should've said something. Henry
: You didn't give me a chance, Otis. You threw the fucker right out the window! Otis
: It ain't my fault it broke. Henry
: Oh, right. Otis
: [tension begins to settle
] We can go back and get it if you want. Henry
: [chuckles sarcastically
] Yeah. Otis
: [after a brief moment of silence
] You wanna get a beer? Henry
: Not particularly. Otis
: I want a beer. Henry
: [immediately hits the brakes and reaches over Otis to open his door
] If you want a beer so bad, Otis, go ahead and get one! Otis
] All right, I will!
[exits the vehicle, closes the door and says through the window
: See you later? Henry
[Henry drives off while Otis stands there stranded in the street as he watches him
: I can't ever remember really liking my daddy. I wanted to, I really did. One time he bought me - when I was about five - he bought me an ice cream cone and I dropped it. And he slapped me and made me pick it up and eat it. I never liked my daddy. One time, when my mama was at work, and I was about 13, he'd come into my room and he, uh, told me to take my shirt off' 'cause he wanted to see how I was developed. And when I wouldn't, he got really mad and he-and he hit me. And he told me he had a right because he was my daddy and I was his daughter and, uh, he fed me and let me live in his house and he could do whatever he wanted... and he did. Then he started coming into my room a lot after that, and I didn't fight him because when I did, he just hit me. I was afraid I was gonna have a baby and that my baby would be deformed. But I never got pregnant. I tried to tell mama, but she didn't wanna hear about it. She pretended not to believe me but I knew she did. It sure is good to talk - to talk to you, Henry, because I know you're not judgemental or anything like that. I never would have married Leroy in the first place if I hadn't wanted to get away from daddy so bad. Henry
: Didn't get along with your daddy, huh?