Fool for Love

I make me smell the sweat

Mr. Valdes? I'm locking up.

I'll put the laundry in your car.

Hey! Anybody?

Move.

Move!

You gonna do the laundry now?

You don't have to do the laundry for me.

How'd you find me?

Well, I saw the old Chevy laying tits-up out there in the dump.

I figured you either died in a car crash

or you settled in for a while.

It wouldn't make much difference to you, would it?

What's that?

If I died in some car crash.

I knew I should've had 'em burn that damn thing.

Or bury it in wood.

You'd have gone right past here

if it hadn't been for that car, right?

I'd have found you one way or the other.

Eddie.

You want me to take those sheets for you?

I can do the laundry, you know.

I've been doing my own laundry for months now.

I'm real good at it.

You just plunk the old quarters in and let it rip.

Come on, honey, let me do your laundry.

- You wanna do my laundry? - Hey! Whoa, whoa!

son of a bitch! - Hey! Whoa!

do you do her laundry?

You want an aspirin or something, huh?

You got a headache?

You want some water?

May.

May, come on.

Honey?

You want me to make you some hot tea or something?

You want some tea? I'll make you some tea like I used to, okay?

With lemon?

You want some Ovaltine? May...

May, you gotta let go of me now, okay?

Honey.

You want me to go, huh?

What do you want, then?

You smell.

Your fingers smell.

Horses. -Pussy.

Oh, come on, may!

They do. They smell like metal.

I am not gonna start this shit.

Rich pussy.

Very clean pussy.

I came to see if you were all right.

I don't need you.

Oh, okay. Good. Great.

Eddie! - Hey!

What the hell are you doing in that truck?

Eddie, don't go! - Hey! Get out of here!

God damn! What kinda dump is this?

You live here?

What am I gonna do? What am I supposed to do now?

What?

Oh, shit.

You're gonna erase me.

What are you talking about?

- You're gonna erase me. - Watch out!

You're gonna erase me or you're gonna have me erased.

Why would I want... are you crazy?

- 'Cause I'm in the way. - Come on, may.

Don't talk like that. - I am.

May, I am trying to take care of you, all right?

Sure you are.

Get back. Come on, back.

You're just guilty.

You're gutless and you're guilty.

Oh, that's real cute. That's great. I'm gutless.

What are you doing with these horses?

I'm unloading them. What the hell's it look like?

Haven't been out of this rig in 200 miles.

Even my horses have to suffer because of you.

I'm gonna kill her. - Who?

Who?

Don't talk like that, will you?

I am.

I'm gonna kill her and then I'm gonna kill you.

You're scaring me to death.

Back up. Get back.

Get back. -Two very sharp knives.

Two separate knives. One for you and one for her.

So the blood don't mix.

Do you know what I'm gonna do to her first?

Oh, yeah. I see.

I'm gonna torture her first.

Do you hear me? - Uh-huh.

I'm gonna torture her first!

Oh, great.

But not you. I'm just gonna let you have it.

Thanks. -That's right.

Probably, in the midst of a kiss.

Right after you think everything's been healed up.

Like right at the moment when you think you've buffaloed me again.

That's right when you die.

You know how many miles I went out of my way

to come here and see you? Have you got any idea...

Nobody asked you to come here! -2,482!

Where you been, Katmandu or something?

2,482 miles!

So what?

I missed you, you know.

I did.

More than anything I ever missed in my whole life.

I kept thinking about you the whole time I was driving.

I kept seeing you.

Sometimes just a part of you.

Yeah? Like which part?

Your neck. -My neck?

Yeah. -You missed my neck?

Yeah. Well, I missed all of you, but...

Your neck kept coming up for some reason.

- I kept crying about your neck. - You were crying?

Yeah. -Crying?

Yeah.

Was this before or after your little fling with the countess?

There wasn't any fling with any countess.

- You're a liar! - I took her to dinner once.

You're a liar. -Okay, twice.

You were bumping on a regular basis.

Don't stand there and give me this shit.

I'm taking you back, may.

What, you think you're taking me back to that idiot trailer?

No.

No, I'm moving. I got a piece of ground up in Wyoming now.

Wyoming? - Yeah.

I'm not going to Wyoming.

What's up there? Marlboro man or something? God.

Well, you can't stay here. -Why not?

Why not? I'm a regular citizen now.

And I got me a job.

You got a job?

That's right. Why? You think I'm helpless or something?

That's what you think, right?

Yeah, it is.

No, I just... it's been a long time since you had a job.

Well, I'm a cook.

A cook? You can't even flip an egg, can you?

I'm not talking to you anymore. I mean it!

May! Goddammit!

Quit doing this, will you?

I got it all worked out now.

I've been thinking about this for weeks.

I'm gonna build a little pipe corral for the horses.

We can have us a big vegetable garden and some chickens maybe.

I hate chickens.

I hate horses and I hate all that other shit too.

You have me confused with somebody else, don't you?

Yeah. Hmm.

Unbelievable!

I'm not letting go of you this time, may.

You never had me to begin with, Eddie.

You keep coming up

with this lame country dream life

in the country with vegetables and chickens and stuff.

I hate all that stuff.

It makes me puke to even think about it.

What do you think it's like sitting in a tin trailer

with the wind ripping through

waiting for the butane to arrive?

Then hiking down the laundromat.

You think that's thrilling for me or what?

What?

Get outta here, Eddie.

Turn off this goddamn thing.

Don't touch me. Now get outta here. Dammit.

Couldn't you just stay put?

I told you I was coming back to get you.

I bought you all them magazines.