The 8th Day

I got a job for you.

Landon Mooney. I never met the guy,

but they used to call him Helen Keller

because he was a miracle working with a safe.

He did a job for me back in '78,

but disappeared before I could get my end.

I thought he was dead.

And then I caught word

there's a Landon Mooney living in some piece of shit town

in Texas.

Well, what do you need me to do?

He's got a 150 grand belongs to me.

You're gonna get it.

No problem, Jonesy.

Right, well, just in case, I'm sendin' Jeremiah with you.

He knows where you're goin'.

And he'll make sure you don't act like an idiot.

Start here.

You'll find that dirt bag.

And don't come back until you got my money.

And Elvis, parole board's meeting next month.

I could be out of here by summer.

There could be a lot more work for you down the road.

Don't fuck it up.

I won't.

You'll see.

Shit.

Man, where the hell are we?

Nowhere.

Pew, pew, pew.

Pew, pew, pew, pew.

Pew, pew, pew, pew.

Pew, pew.

Don't worry.

I'll find you the scores, all right?

You hungry?

No.

Fuck.

Yeah.

Well, let's get some food then.

-You see this chick over here? -What?

Oh, my God!

Damn, bro!

Yo, we should roll back.

-No. -What do you mean no?

Good mornin'.

What can I get for y'all?

Coffee, large.

-Black, please. -Yes, sir.

And what about for you?

All right, I'll have one of those,

and one of those,

and one of these chocolate cup things.

Okay.

You know what they say about a man who's always hungry?

What?

That he's got a big appetite.

That'll be $3.50, please.

You got it.

Joke's on the house.

Mm.

I haven't seen y'all before.

Y'all new in town?

Just passin' through.

Oh!

Well, if you need a place to stay,

the Sunset Motel is pretty clean.

Thanks. We'll check it out.

Great. Thank you.

Have a nice day.

Oh, man! Hey, hey!

I'm sorry I'm late.

I had to stop at the bank, but look what came in the mail.

You look gorgeous today.

Now, if I was gonna build one,

that is the one I'd build.

Who are they?

Oh, they're just passin' through.

-From where? -They didn't say,

but I think they're gonna stay at the motel.

Mornin'.

Morning, ma'am.

We'd like a room.

Two beds or one?

-Two. -For how long?

Two, maybe three nights tops.

When does he get to talk?

He's shy.

All right, here we are!

All the comforts of home.

Now, listen up.

No more than the two of you in the room.

No parties, no excessive drinking, and no loud noises.

And no smoking.

No Mary Jane and no cigarettes.

You got it?

- Got it. - You got it?

All right. Enjoy.

Hey, can you tell us where Jane Street is?

Uh, no, that's all right.

We'll figure it out.

Finally, he speaks.

You just take Maple down three blocks, make a right.

-You'll see it. -All right, thank you so much.

- Have a good day. - What--

Let's go over these rules again.

Rule number one.

-Speak as little as possible. -Speak as little as possible.

Hey, come on, what's the big deal?

You wanna ride around town all day?

What the hell do you think you're doing'?

I'm not gonna leave this baby here

so some maid can find it.

Rule number two, no holsters.

People can see it, take it off.

Look, don't tell me what to do, okay?

Boom!

Shut up.

Okay, where is this again?

I told you, the Pacific Northwest!

It's got everything.

We can get that beach house by the sea.

And look at this, whale watchin'.

-Wow! -How cool is that?

- Yeah. - You're up.

I mean, it seems like a great place to visit, but...

I don't know. Are you sure you wanna live there?

Are you havin' second thoughts?

No. Not at all.

-Bulls-eye. -Again.

I gotta get.

What are you doin' later?

Oh, I thought I'd go for a run and then go for a swim.

-At the motel? -Mm-hmm.

Okay.

Well, good luck.

-I'll call you later. -Bye.

Be good!

Come on!

Fuck.

Oh!

Now, why would you do that, huh?

Look at the whole board, man.

I sure ain't livin' high on the hog.

Fuck's sakes, man.

Really?

You know, smoking causes cancer and heart disease.

It can lead to death, you know?

So does not knowin' when to shut your fuckin' mouth.

Who is that?

Well, you got me.

Let's follow her.

I mean, she knows where it is.

Speed up a little, man.

Look, don't tell me what to do, all right?

Rule number three, stay at least four car lanes behind.

Are you kiddin' me? There's only four damn cars in the whole town!

I'm goin' in.

Fine.

Just leave your gun.

What? No.

Give me your fuckin' gun.

Rule number four, don't invite trouble.

Yeah. Watch it for me.

This motherfucker.

Ow! Fuck!

Son of a bitch! Ow!

Fuckin' what the fuck?

Son, I'm a simple gal.

Pretty much mindin' my own business.

But when I see a strange car followin' me all over town,

I gotta say to myself, "Self,

seems like somebody wants to talk to me."

So, stranger, talk.

Just tryin' to find a guy.

-Who? -Landon Mooney.

-You know him? -Why?

Landon, you okay in there?

Yeah, we're fine, Tammy.

Thanks.

You're Landon Mooney.

Surprise.

Elvis.

Elvis Bodine.

What do you want, Elvis Bodine?

Hmm.

Well, it's not me who wants anything.

Oh, it's your old pal Jonesy.

You remember Jonesy, don't you?

You know, that guy who went to jail?

Okay, well, guess what?

He hasn't forgotten you, and he wants his fuckin' money.

I don't know what you're talkin' about.

You know, most women have to know me a week or two

before they start lyin' to me.

I'm not most women.

Listen, just 'cause you're a lady

doesn't mean I won't use this.

I want that fuckin' money.

Well, then you are what we would call shit out of luck, son.