The Killing Jar

Oh my God!

Oh my God!

No! No!

Whoo. Sure is hot out tonight.

Hot.

Hotter than nine naked women in a Volkswagen.

Stinking hot.

Hey, Jimmy.

Can we turn up the AC? I'm about to fry out here.

It seems all right to me.

Cheapskate.

Than man wouldn't know air conditioning if it was drop kicked up his ass.

He ain't never turned it on in here.

She going to be fine.

She's going to be all alone.

Starr, we talked about this. You said you were ready.

I know.

It was talk.

This is real.

Hell yeah, it's real, baby.

We're halfway out of town, the car is packed.

We can't go back now.

- Stop. - What?

Stop!

We said we were going to film this.

We agreed.

The whole trip.

Come on, People love this shit.

Not now, Billy, please.

Fuck it.

Do you want to stay in this shithole forever?

Not me.

I'm not going to end up like my father...

...working my fingers to the bone in a fucking mill for the rest of my life.

I'm getting out of here.

If we don't leave right now, we may never have another chance.

I know.

Give me some love.

How's your mama doing, Erlene?

Oh, I don't go by Erlene anymore. I changed it to Starr.

Two "R's".

Oh, well, tell her I said 'hey'.

Hey, Noreen.

Pretty hot for an old broad.

I'm thirty two.

Don't mind him. He's an asshole.

What'd I say?

What?

Noreen, get to work!

Jimmy, I have been on my feet all day. I'm tired.

You know what?

I'm gonna fire you.

Haven't you fired me enough this month?

I'm not kidding this time, Noreen.

Right.

And who are you going to get to work in this dump, huh?

There's plenty of girls who want to work here.

Jimmy you are full of bullshit a Christmas turkey.

I'm not kidding you.

I am not kidding you.

Excuse me.

You have a pay phone inside here? The one outside is busted.

Yeah, there's one in the back.

Yeah.

What's the matter?

I've got a headache.

Bad?

I'll be all right.

Hey, Noreen.

Can I get a piece of that lemon meringue pie?

Yep.

Yeah, I know. No, it was a tough call.

I had to do a bit of a tap dance on this one, but I closed the sale.

Okay.

How's it going tonight?

Can't complain.

What can I get you?

A cup of coffee would be great.

I got to warn you. It's pretty strong.

Really?

How strong?

You could pull a pistol in it.

Uh, sounds good.

I got a long drive.

The kitchen's about to close...

...so if you want to order something you'd better do it now.

Oh, no. Thanks.

How about a slice of pecan pie?

We make the best pecan pie this side of the Mason Dixon Line.

That's a bold claim, young lady.

Can you back that up?

Well you can just ask anybody in Silver Lake.

Since I don't know anybody in Silver Lake...

I guess I'm just going to have to take your word for it, huh.

You trustworthy?

I swear on a stack of bibles.

You know, maybe later. Just-just coffee.

Suit yourself.

You're not from around here, are you. You just passing through?

Yeah.

Where to?

Oh, I'm sorry.

Where are you headed to?

New York.

- New York? Oh. - Yes.

You live there?

Brooklyn.

God, Brooklyn.

I have always wanted to see New York City.

And you live there. Oh, you are so lucky.

You obviously have never been to Brooklyn.

No, I haven't been much of nowhere.

Well, you should go.

Oh, I wish I could. But, I don't think

I'll be leaving Silver Lake any time soon.

- Sorry. - Oh, don't be.

It's not such a bad little town, really.

It used to be this big vacation spot, you know.

Lots of boating and swimming.

People came from miles and miles around.

What happened?

The lake dried up a few years back.

Nothing but a great big hole in the ground now.

Let me get this straight.

There's not actually a lake in Silver Lake.

No.

Wow.

Wow.

You still have that pie.

Yes, we do. I'm Noreen, by the way.

Oh, hey, Noreen.

John Dixon.

- Nice to meet you, John. - You too.

Likewise.

So, hey, is there a restroom?

- Oh, in the back, by the phones. - Okay.

Hey, you should flush it twice. The handle gets stuck.

I'll keep that in mind.

And that's Lord of the Ball.

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What's wrong?

Some murders over in Union County.

Murders?

Four murders are being investigated by the Union County Sheriff's Department.

The execution style slayings occurred in the town of Aberdeen.

The bodies of Tom Carter, age forty four...

...his wife, Lucille, age forty one...

...and their two children, ages six and nine...

...were discovered dead in their home this evening.

Gosh. Police Chief Ronny Gayle said

they were shot in the head...

...with a twenty two caliber weapon after being tied up

and wrapped in plastic.

Authorities are on the lookout for a male...

possibly driving a late model black pickup truck in connection

with the murders. In other... local news, Union...

Jesus Christ.

What the hell is the world coming to?

It's crazy.

This shit is just crazy.

Suspect, black pickup truck should be easy to pick up.

What kind of person kills a child?

A sick bastard, that's who.

Something's wrong.

Well, let's get back to work.

You okay?

There were some murders tonight.

Really?

Yeah. A whole family.

Wow.

A husband, wife, two little kids.

Did you know them?

No, no, I didn't, but little kids, you know?

You have kids?

No, no, no.

The Lord didn't see it fit to bless us with any.

It's probably for the best, though.

How about you? Is there a Mrs. John?

There was.

She... she passed away two years ago.

Oh, God, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to...

No, no, it's okay. It's okay.

She was... she was a good woman.

You know what? I think I will have something to eat.

It gives me the heebie jeebies.

What's that?

There's some crazy lunatic out there somewhere.

There ain't no lunatics out here.

How's Frank these days?

- Oh, he's Frank. - Got a job yet?

Yeah, he's employed full time by the television.

I'm sure he'll find something.

If he'd get off his butt.

You could kick his ass out.