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Aster!

Aster, we have to go!

They're gonna kill us!

I hope you're hungry.

Excuse me?

That's a lot of food, honey.

Here you are, boys.

- I'll be right back with your coffee. - Thanks, sweetie.

Two honks.

Here you go.

This isn't mine.

She's got a gun!

Put down the weapon and get down on the ground!

She ain't gonna shoot no one, are you, sweetie?

Hands up! Drop it! Put it down, put it down!

Flamingo!

Come on!

Put it down! Put it down, hands up!

Get out, get out!

Ma'am? Are you all right?

I am now.

What the heck are you doin' way out here?

Waiting for you.

Thank you, Roy.

She's got a gun!

- Drop the gun! - We have to go!

Get over here.

Are you ready to tell Cyrus tonight?

No. Wait, wait, wait.

Cyrus doesn't like it if I'm late.

Don't want him to be mad at me.

We're leaving, doesn't matter what he thinks.

Tell me more.

Come here.

Once we're gone it's gonna be perfect, Gwenny.

Perfect. Just like we always wanted.

Oh, my God.

- Hey, you've reached Aster... - And Gwen!

Leave a message and we'll get back to you.

Aster, it's me. I hurt somebody, I think real bad.

I don't know where I am, exactly.

I found a key, the Starlight Inn.

Room 88. I'm gonna go there, I guess.

If you could just come there as soon as you can.

You get any fuel?

- It means gas, did you get any gas? - Do you know where the Starlight Inn is?

Oh, yeah, sure. My ma has a friend that works there.

- Her name is Mary-Rose, or... - A waitress is in critical condition...

- No. Rose-Marie... - ...in Ginette's Diner on Route 79.

While no official charges have been laid,

this photo was taken at the scene of the crime.

...she used to date this guy, Ken, or whatever, I'm not sure.

Maybe his name was Bobby or something?

- Anyway... - Do you know where it is?

It's two miles down the road, Exit 103.

I don't think you can do that in here.

What's your name?

Derrick.

Well, Derrick, it's your lucky day.

See, I'm gonna let you keep this car.

Because I don't need it anymore.

Starlight Inn. Room 88.

Just come there as soon as you can.

Now get this right, Winks, don't fuck it up.

It's not every day my girl gets a 500 on the range.

I actually don't think it's that big a deal.

Of course it is! You're a natural with that thing.

Hold it up, hold it up! Pretend you're tough.

Here, let me do it.

Come on, Gwen, we have to get up.

Are you ready to tell Cyrus tonight?

It's not that easy, Aster.

I'll do it tonight.

I wanted to tell you that

Aster and I are leaving town for a bit.

Sort of permanent, actually.

Just feel like I need a new start, no more bartending.

Of course, I'm gonna finish all my shifts here.

I hope you understand.

Nothing's ever coming between us, Gwenny.

Gwenny's mine!

She always has been, always will be!

With her and Aster skipping town, there's a lot of loose ends.

- I'd say she's become expendable. - Exactly.

That prick Aster has affected her mind.

We have to fix this!

Kill them both!

Gwenny and Aster have to die!

Aster!

Aster, we have to go!

They're gonna kill us!

Gwenny's mine!

Aster!

Winks? No.

- Anything for you. - Such a charmer.

Now get this right, Winks, don't fuck it up.

Izzy?

Cyrus killed Winks, he's dead in the tub!

- And Aster! - Sorry, Gwenny. But you're outta control.

What the fuck happened to you, Flamingo? Everything's all fucked up!

- What the fuck's wrong with you? - Who are you?

- Come on, we have to go. - No, please.

That guy almost fucking shot you!

We have to go because shit is really fucked up in a royal fucking way.

- So come on, let's go. - No, no.

What, did you have a fucking stroke or something?

Get your shit together, let's go!

- No, please! - Let's go. We'll talk about it in the car.

It's your lucky day.

In sports, the National Hockey League...

Name, miss?

Flamingo.

- Just Flamingo? - Yup.

And how will you be paying, Miss Flamingo?

Cash.

Smoking or non?

Just give me Room 88.

88's non-smoking.

Fucking A.

- Who are you? - Let's go. We'll talk about it in the car!

Jesus Christ, Flamingo.

Do you know how much heat we're gonna have on our fucking asses now?

We went over the plan a gazillion times.

So I don't know how it went from being a simple fucking hit

to you shooting some fucking waitress in the fucking face.

It's real simple, Flamingo. Two honks. And you screwed it up.

Jesus Christ, you're a mess.

What a fucking mess and why are you fucking crying?

Since when do you fucking cry?

All right. Look, we'll go, we'll grab some grub,

we'll find a place and we'll talk this through.

Good?

Good?

Flamingo.

Let's go!

How's everything, hon?

That's a shitload of pancakes,

especially for a girl who doesn't like pancakes.

Can I help you?

I know things got out of hand.

I'm here to make amends.

And you are?

And who are you? Gwen?

Or should I say Flamingo?

I don't know what your angle is here,

but your recent antics ain't helping the situation.

We have a situation!

So, why don't you and your new hairdo

finish your flapjacks so we can go home and fix this?

We have to fix this!

Look, sorry about Aster, Gwen.

Okay, whoever that is.

That's right.

That's all behind us now.

Time to move on, together.

Hey!

Anyone in there?

Are you done?

You're coming with me whether you like it or not.

Either of your own volition or with a gun in your back.

Well,

in that case,

let's go.

Your coffee's shit.

Before you know it, Gwenny,

everything's going to be back to normal.

Nobody fucking move.

You just crossed one big line, Gwenny.

This don't make no sense.

You calling me Gwenny is what don't make no sense, old man.

Next time you boys disturb me, I'll cut off your dicks

and stuff them down your dead throats.

Let her go.

Fuck.

Shit is seriously fucked up.

We'll find a place and we'll talk this through. Good? Good?

All right. It'll be fine.

Yeah, yeah.

Just hold that. Hold that.

- So, Flamingo. - Gwen.

You're telling me that you have no idea what happened to your hand?

No. And me?

- The plan? - No.

Bowling alley? Sailing across the ocean? Nothing?

Nothing.

But you do remember that Cyrus killed your boyfriend, Aster, right?

Yeah. You are a real mind-bender, girly.

Must be why I like you so much.

Well, don't worry about it because this time,

we're going to figure out an even better plan to kill Cyrus.

This time?

- Yeah. - We tried to kill Cyrus?

Yeah, Flamingo. What do you think the plan is?

That's what we were trying to do when you accidentally shot that waitress.

Okay. I don't know exactly what our relationship was before,

but I'm not a killer. I don't kill people.

You're joking, right?

- I think you're on your own. - No. No, no, no.

We made a pact. I'm not backing down from what we set out to do.

Cyrus killed the love of your life in cold blood and now he's coming to kill you, too.