Crawl

**

Oh.

What can I do for you?

Just petrol, is it?

No petrol.

Huh?

No.

It's my car.

The engine, it goes...

all the time.

Noise is bad, no?

Oh, yeah, yeah, the noise is bad, but, um--

I don't want to break down.

No, no, of course you don't.

I'm heading up north.

See family.

Oh, yeah, look...

um, I'm sorry, mate, but, uh...

the auto shop next door is closed.

I can have a look at your car tomorrow.

No. I can't wait.

My father--

he is sick as a dog.

I'll pay you.

In cash?

Cash.

Spark knock, they call it.

Too much heat in the old combustion chamber.

Head gasket could fly out, piston might crack.

Always an issue with these high-mileage motors.

Bought it secondhand, you say?

Yesterday.

Sure is an interesting color for a car.

What do you call it? Bronze?

Chocolate.

Lucky you swung by this way.

Like you said yourself, you don't want to break down.

It'll be gettin' dark soon.

How much?

Well, let's have a look.

All in all, it's gonna cost you $200.

That was a very special cleaner I used.

Top-quality detergent all the way from Europe.

$200?

Mate, I've got a business to run.

Now, I gave you a fair price.

Your car's fixed, isn't it?

A little bird said you were greedy.

What?

**

Still fixing the lock.

He's been at it for ages.

Yeah?

I thought you'd gone home by now.

I'm still waiting on Annie.

Where is she?

She's outside on the phone.

It's trouble with her boys.

Marilyn, leave that to me. I'm the one stuck here--

I've got to keep busy, or I'll get nauseous.

You're too nervous.

You're gonna tire yourself out.

I got him a cake.

He's only been gone six days.

Isn't that a tad excessive?

This could be one of the most important nights

of my life. I've gotta do something, right?

You didn't bake it yourself, did you?

Of course not. Don't want to poison him.

Girls! What do I have to do to get a shot around here?

Oh, another bourbon coming right up.

Marilyn...

who's that young fella playing pool?

He doesn't look like a regular to me.

It's Gus Summers. It's Dorothy's youngest.

No.

Is it really?

He was a shy boy in school.

Heh heh. I bet you there's a real animal

under that quiet exterior.

Yeah?

Oh, yeah.

He was so over-mothered.

I bet he's just dying for some release.

There you go, Annie.

Uh, it's on the house.

I'm feeling rather generous.

Mmm!

You're too good to me, Marilyn.

Right.

How are the puppies lookin'?

Puppies?

Got enough bounce, do you think?

Uh...yep.

They look great.

Well...

if you've got it, flaunt it.

Well, you've got some nerve.

You were supposed to come round here

after the bar closes.

Weren't that the arrangement?

I bet Rusty isn't even at the morgue.

And everyone wants to get paid.

Like my good-for-nothing wife.

Can't sleep the night before she gets her allowance.

Like a kid at Christmas.

You married?

You ever been?

No.

Oh, Christ, you're not missing much.

Thinner wallet.

Microwave dinners.

Sex on your birthday.

We've been living together two years.

Two years next month.

You're like a wife already.

Yeah, a wife with no wedding.

Travis should know better.

So, what did he say exactly when he called you last night?

Well, he said he had something real important to ask me.

Emphasis on the "real."

Sure sounds like a proposal to me.

You know, I reckon the only reason he went to Mumbai

to visit his parents was to get that ring.

What ring?

The one worn by his grandmother--

it's been passed down through the family.

Like an heirloom.

Holly...it's gorgeous.

You ready to go, Miss Burns?

Yeah, I'll just tell the boss I'm off.

How's everything with the kids?

Don't ask. I've got to drive all the way out to Lithgow

and pay this brat of a babysitter

15 bucks an hour-- you believe that?

Just to lay on the couch, watch TV, and fool around

with the boyfriend.

Sounds like heaven to me.

So...Andelko still calling the shots up north, is he?

Well, I guess so.

He gave me your number.

Bought me a nice six-gun.

Manufactured in 1898.

Real fancy.

You said.

Slim, I'm out.

Damn it, Marilyn. Don't you knock?

Sorry, I didn't think--

Can't you see I've got company here?

I'm headed home. I just thought I'd let you know.

Yeah, right.

So, you don't need a ride home tonight or nothin'?

Annie's dropping me off.

Holly's staying till close.

Holly?

Yeah, good.

All right, well, you tell Annie to drive safe

and stay out of trouble.

Oh, and, um, that guy's still fixing the busted lock.

He said someone's gonna call about changing that glass

first thing Monday.

Is that it?

That's it.

Night, darlin'.

Right.

What happened... with the lock?

Teenagers.

That's what happened.

Last night, breaking in and stealing booze.

Tsk.

It ain't the first time, neither.

You might remember me telling you the other day

when you got into town.

Damn kids.

A good hidin' would set 'em straight.

I guess you want your cash.

Bet you can't wait to get out of here, eh?

Three days, and you're itching to crawl back.

What do you make of this little town, anyhow?

You never gave me your opinion of my adopted home.

This trip is business, not pleasure.

Well, that's a shame.

Plenty of fun to be had around here.

You just gotta know where to look, is all.

I bought a car.

Hmm. New automobile, eh?

Chocolate.

What?

The color.

Chocolate.

Yeah.

Well, that sure is an interesting color...

for a car.

Do you not want to count it?

Here. Consider it a bonus.

No, no.

I'm done with this, finished.

Just take it, all right?

It's a long drive back home.

If you don't want it, give it to your girlfriend.