MichaelOrme/Profane · Datasets at Hugging Face

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Because I think you're a slimy bastard who would have his wife killed just to get his hands on some money.	And what does that make you?
And what does that make you?	The slimy bastard who's going to do it for you.
Let's say I do want her dead. What is it you want? This morning you weren't a killer.	This morning I didn't know how badly I'd want to get out of this fucking town.
This morning I didn't know how badly I'd want to get out of this fucking town.	And for that you'd kill Grace?
And for that you'd kill Grace?	For that I'd kill a nun on Easter Sunday.
For that I'd kill a nun on Easter Sunday.	Just to get out of here? That doesn't seem much for a murder.
Just to get out of here? That doesn't seem much for a murder.	How do you put a price on murder?
How do you put a price on murder?	I put it at fifty-thousand dollars, minus your cut, of course. Which is?
I put it at fifty-thousand dollars, minus your cut, of course. Which is?	Make it twenty.
Make it twenty.	Twenty-thousand? I don't have that kind of money. I won't get the insurance until months after she's dead. I don't imagine you'll want to be around after poor Grace's demise. Twenty-thousand; that's more money than I could ever get my hands on.
Twenty-thousand? I don't have that kind of money. I won't get the insurance until months after she's dead. I don't imagine you'll want to be around after poor Grace's demise. Twenty-thousand; that's more money than I could ever get my hands on.	How much could you get?
How much could you get?	Maybe . . . ten-thousand. And that's a maybe.
Maybe . . . ten-thousand. And that's a maybe.	I need thirteen.
I need thirteen.	That's a bit much.
That's a bit much.	You're not buying a car, for Christ sake. You're having your wife killed. I'm the one who's neck is stuck out. It's thirteen, or it's nothing.
I guess I might as well get this done with.	The sooner it's over, the sooner you're on your way. Now listen to me: It's got to look like an accident; that's the thing. If it doesn't, then it's no good. I won't get a dime, and it's my neck that'll be on the chopping block while you're living it up somewhere.
The sooner it's over, the sooner you're on your way. Now listen to me: It's got to look like an accident; that's the thing. If it doesn't, then it's no good. I won't get a dime, and it's my neck that'll be on the chopping block while you're living it up somewhere.	What should I do?
What should I do?	How the hell should I know? I've never had a wife killed before. I guess I should have hired a professional.
How the hell should I know? I've never had a wife killed before. I guess I should have hired a professional.	You want to do this yourself? I don't have to do this, you know.
You want to do this yourself? I don't have to do this, you know.	Be quiet, boy. I'm thinking. It can't be done at the house. It should be . . .
I went to your place. We talked, just like you told me. We drove out into the desert . . .	Is the job done?
Is the job done?	No.
No.	You didn't kill her?
You didn't kill her?	The time wasn't right.
The time wasn't right.	You're out in the desert, the middle of nowhere with no one around for miles, and you say the time wasn't right? What's the matter? You were hoping to get it on home video? A keepsake for the grandkids. Thank God I waited, or I never would have gotten it on tape.
You're out in the desert, the middle of nowhere with no one around for miles, and you say the time wasn't right? What's the matter? You were hoping to get it on home video? A keepsake for the grandkids. Thank God I waited, or I never would have gotten it on tape.	You know what I mean.
You know what I mean.	I know all right. I know you're just enough of a shit to have a go at bedding a man's wife. You've probably bagged a few at that. You'd probably lie, cheat and steal without thinking twice. From that you'd just turn and walk away. But to kill; to get that blood on your hands. You can't wash that off. You'd be a marked man for life. Just like Cain. And you're a sinner who wants to walk with the saints. Ain't that right, boy?
I know all right. I know you're just enough of a shit to have a go at bedding a man's wife. You've probably bagged a few at that. You'd probably lie, cheat and steal without thinking twice. From that you'd just turn and walk away. But to kill; to get that blood on your hands. You can't wash that off. You'd be a marked man for life. Just like Cain. And you're a sinner who wants to walk with the saints. Ain't that right, boy?	You know so much about killing why don't you do it yourself?
You know so much about killing why don't you do it yourself?	I guess I have what you'd call a love-hate relationship with Grace.
I guess I have what you'd call a love-hate relationship with Grace.	You love her, but you hate her?
You love her, but you hate her?	I hate loving her. I hate the kind of her person she is. I hate having to tolerate the little games she plays. I hate letting her use me. But I love her too much to do otherwise. And I certainly love her too much to kill her. I couldn't stand to watch her eyes roll back in her head as she sucks her last breath, or to see her pretty pink brains spill from her skull. But you? You got the killing in you, boy.
I hate loving her. I hate the kind of her person she is. I hate having to tolerate the little games she plays. I hate letting her use me. But I love her too much to do otherwise. And I certainly love her too much to kill her. I couldn't stand to watch her eyes roll back in her head as she sucks her last breath, or to see her pretty pink brains spill from her skull. But you? You got the killing in you, boy.	Shut up.
Shut up.	Came close this time and it scares you.
Came close this time and it scares you.	Drop it, Jake.
Drop it, Jake.	And next time, next time somebody is going to get dead.
And next time, next time somebody is going to get dead.	SHUT UP!
Yeah, well, me too.	Trouble with the car again?
Trouble with the car again?	You could say. I don't even have it yet.
You could say. I don't even have it yet.	Darrell giving you problems?
Darrell giving you problems?	He did more work on the car. He wants fifty bucks extra for it.
He did more work on the car. He wants fifty bucks extra for it.	Fifty dollars more. That's a lot of money when you don't have a dime. And where'd you plan on getting the money from? Maybe you thought you'd pay your friend Jake McKenna a visit.
Fifty dollars more. That's a lot of money when you don't have a dime. And where'd you plan on getting the money from? Maybe you thought you'd pay your friend Jake McKenna a visit.	It's not like that.
It's not like that.	Maybe you heard old Jake's got some money stashed away and you thought you'd help yourself to a little.
Maybe you heard old Jake's got some money stashed away and you thought you'd help yourself to a little.	Wait a minute. Just listen to me--
Wait a minute. Just listen to me--	You thought you'd come in here in the middle of the night and wham! Wail off and clock old Jake McKenna and turn his brains into wall paper.
You thought you'd come in here in the middle of the night and wham! Wail off and clock old Jake McKenna and turn his brains into wall paper.	Jake--
Jake--	And then with Jake out of the way you could borrow two-hundred dollars. Or maybe two-thousand. Or twenty-thousand. Who's to stop you? Not Jake McKenna, 'cause old Jake would be dead.
And then with Jake out of the way you could borrow two-hundred dollars. Or maybe two-thousand. Or twenty-thousand. Who's to stop you? Not Jake McKenna, 'cause old Jake would be dead.	That's not the reason I'm here. I swear it.
That's not the reason I'm here. I swear it.	There's another reason? It better be good.
There's another reason? It better be good.	I came for Grace.
I came for Grace.	You came to take my wife from me?
You came to take my wife from me?	I came to kill her.
I came to kill her.	Liar.
Liar.	It's the truth, Jake.
It's the truth, Jake.	That's a thick change of heart.
That's a thick change of heart.	Yeah, well, a couple of hours ago I just about killed some guy over a girl. Not for money, for a girl. And she was just going to stand there and let it happen, or let him kill me. Same way Grace played us this morning. I don't like that, Jake. Not twice in one day. And maybe I'm so pissed I'd twist the next off my own Grandma to get out of here.
Yeah, well, a couple of hours ago I just about killed some guy over a girl. Not for money, for a girl. And she was just going to stand there and let it happen, or let him kill me. Same way Grace played us this morning. I don't like that, Jake. Not twice in one day. And maybe I'm so pissed I'd twist the next off my own Grandma to get out of here.	That's a lot of talk. A whole lot of talk.
That's a lot of talk. A whole lot of talk.	Damn it, Jake. If I don't get out of here some guys are going to come gunning for me. And if it comes down to me or Grace, then I pick Grace. You were going to give me thirteen-thousand. Give me two- hundred. I'll kill her and dump the body where no one will ever find it. But I need the money. I've got to have the money.
I'm curious about something. I'm wondering just how it is you happen to know where the bedroom's at.	Wh . . . what are you talking about?
Wh . . . what are you talking about?	This morning when I came in on you and Grace, you swore you hadn't so much as been near the bedroom. Now you make straight for it.
This morning when I came in on you and Grace, you swore you hadn't so much as been near the bedroom. Now you make straight for it.	Come on, Jake--
Come on, Jake--	Don't Jake me, boy! It's a big house. Odd that you would know your way, except maybe you've been in the bedroom before. Maybe with Grace to keep you company.
Don't Jake me, boy! It's a big house. Odd that you would know your way, except maybe you've been in the bedroom before. Maybe with Grace to keep you company.	Nothing happened with me and Grace this morning.
Nothing happened with me and Grace this morning.	Then maybe this afternoon. When I sent you to kill my wife you ended up sexing her instead.
Then maybe this afternoon. When I sent you to kill my wife you ended up sexing her instead.	Christ, Jake, please--
Christ, Jake, please--	Is that what happened? Did you even make it out to the desert, or did you just ply the afternoon between my sheets?
Is that what happened? Did you even make it out to the desert, or did you just ply the afternoon between my sheets?	You're not talking sense.
You're not talking sense.	Sense? If I had any sense I would have killed you this morning and been done with it.
Sense? If I had any sense I would have killed you this morning and been done with it.	What are you . . . you can't . . . you can't kill me.
What are you . . . you can't . . . you can't kill me.	A drifter, a loner, a trouble maker like you? Just passing through town, need money so he busts in on an, old man. Only this old man's got himself an automatic, and he knows how to use it. A man's got to protect his home. His wife. You're dead, boy, and your own mother wouldn't convict me.
A drifter, a loner, a trouble maker like you? Just passing through town, need money so he busts in on an, old man. Only this old man's got himself an automatic, and he knows how to use it. A man's got to protect his home. His wife. You're dead, boy, and your own mother wouldn't convict me.	What difference does it make if I slept with her. You don't care about Grace.
What difference does it make if I slept with her. You don't care about Grace.	You're right. I don't give a damn about her. But to fuck a man's wife behind his back? That just makes a fool out of him. I don't like being made a fool of.
You're right. I don't give a damn about her. But to fuck a man's wife behind his back? That just makes a fool out of him. I don't like being made a fool of.	I don't blame you. What man would? I admit it, okay? I came back here and I made it with Grace. But if you kill me you're making a big mistake.
I don't blame you. What man would? I admit it, okay? I came back here and I made it with Grace. But if you kill me you're making a big mistake.	Not from where I stand.
Not from where I stand.	It's not me you have to worry about. It's her. She wants you dead, Jake. She wants you dead and she wants your money.
It's not me you have to worry about. It's her. She wants you dead, Jake. She wants you dead and she wants your money.	What are you babbling about?
What are you babbling about?	Think about it. How do you think I got in here? Did you hear any glass break? Did you hear a door splinter? How did the evening end? After you went to bed did she linger a bit? Maybe just long enough to leave the back door unlocked? Is that what happened?
What happened to your hand?	Accident, and yeah, I got to be more careful.
Accident, and yeah, I got to be more careful.	Got any requests?
Got any requests?	That country shit all sounds the same to me.
That country shit all sounds the same to me.	How about I pick one out for you?
Hey, Mister. Mister. I just. . . I just wanted to thank you.	For what?
For what?	For defending my honor this afternoon.
For defending my honor this afternoon.	I hate to bust your bubble, but I wasn't defending you.
I hate to bust your bubble, but I wasn't defending you.	But you was going to fight for me.
But you was going to fight for me.	I wasn't going to fight for you. I was just going to beat the shit out of your boyfriend.
I wasn't going to fight for you. I was just going to beat the shit out of your boyfriend.	He's not my boyfriend. I mean, I let him take me out and stuff, but I ain't spoken for. Not yet that is.
He's not my boyfriend. I mean, I let him take me out and stuff, but I ain't spoken for. Not yet that is.	Get it through your head, little girl; I'm not going for you. If this Toby likes you, then if I were you I'd marry him. You're not going to get much better in this town.
Get it through your head, little girl; I'm not going for you. If this Toby likes you, then if I were you I'd marry him. You're not going to get much better in this town.	That's what I thought until you came riding in. I saw your car over at the gas station. It's cool. Want to take me for a ride? Desert's kind of lonely this time of day.
That's what I thought until you came riding in. I saw your car over at the gas station. It's cool. Want to take me for a ride? Desert's kind of lonely this time of day.	How old are you?
How old are you?	Eighteen. Well, I'm gonna be eighteen in two years, but that don't mean you can't take me for a ride if you want.
Eighteen. Well, I'm gonna be eighteen in two years, but that don't mean you can't take me for a ride if you want.	No, I don't want to take you for a ride. What I want is for . . . Hey, you don't happen to have a hundred and fifty dollars I could--
Mister!	Oh, shit!
Do you understand me you little fuck?	Yes, Mr. Vesci.
Yes, Mr. Vesci.	And John, don't make me come look for you.
Fucking kid. And look at you; breaking fucking pencils. You're a Neanderthal.	Hello? Hello!? Operator, I got disconnected. Hello . . .
Saw you at the truck stop this morning. You're not from around here.	No, sir. And I'm not going to be around long if that's what you're worried about.
No, sir. And I'm not going to be around long if that's what you're worried about.	Just curious. That's a nasty cut you've got.
Just curious. That's a nasty cut you've got.	Not as bad as it looks.
Not as bad as it looks.	There was a young man over at Jamilla's today when it got hit. Way she tells it he got whacked around by one of the robbers.

Because I think you're a slimy bastard who would have his wife killed just to get his hands on some money.

And what does that make you?

The slimy bastard who's going to do it for you.

Let's say I do want her dead. What is it you want? This morning you weren't a killer.

This morning I didn't know how badly I'd want to get out of this fucking town.

And for that you'd kill Grace?

For that I'd kill a nun on Easter Sunday.

Just to get out of here? That doesn't seem much for a murder.

How do you put a price on murder?

I put it at fifty-thousand dollars, minus your cut, of course. Which is?

Make it twenty.

Twenty-thousand? I don't have that kind of money. I won't get the insurance until months after she's dead. I don't imagine you'll want to be around after poor Grace's demise. Twenty-thousand; that's more money than I could ever get my hands on.

How much could you get?

Maybe . . . ten-thousand. And that's a maybe.

I need thirteen.

That's a bit much.

You're not buying a car, for Christ sake. You're having your wife killed. I'm the one who's neck is stuck out. It's thirteen, or it's nothing.

I guess I might as well get this done with.

The sooner it's over, the sooner you're on your way. Now listen to me: It's got to look like an accident; that's the thing. If it doesn't, then it's no good. I won't get a dime, and it's my neck that'll be on the chopping block while you're living it up somewhere.

What should I do?

How the hell should I know? I've never had a wife killed before. I guess I should have hired a professional.

You want to do this yourself? I don't have to do this, you know.

Be quiet, boy. I'm thinking. It can't be done at the house. It should be . . .

I went to your place. We talked, just like you told me. We drove out into the desert . . .

Is the job done?

No.

You didn't kill her?

The time wasn't right.

You're out in the desert, the middle of nowhere with no one around for miles, and you say the time wasn't right? What's the matter? You were hoping to get it on home video? A keepsake for the grandkids. Thank God I waited, or I never would have gotten it on tape.

You know what I mean.

I know all right. I know you're just enough of a shit to have a go at bedding a man's wife. You've probably bagged a few at that. You'd probably lie, cheat and steal without thinking twice. From that you'd just turn and walk away. But to kill; to get that blood on your hands. You can't wash that off. You'd be a marked man for life. Just like Cain. And you're a sinner who wants to walk with the saints. Ain't that right, boy?

You know so much about killing why don't you do it yourself?

I guess I have what you'd call a love-hate relationship with Grace.

You love her, but you hate her?

I hate loving her. I hate the kind of her person she is. I hate having to tolerate the little games she plays. I hate letting her use me. But I love her too much to do otherwise. And I certainly love her too much to kill her. I couldn't stand to watch her eyes roll back in her head as she sucks her last breath, or to see her pretty pink brains spill from her skull. But you? You got the killing in you, boy.

Shut up.

Came close this time and it scares you.

Drop it, Jake.

And next time, next time somebody is going to get dead.

SHUT UP!

Yeah, well, me too.

Trouble with the car again?

You could say. I don't even have it yet.

Darrell giving you problems?

He did more work on the car. He wants fifty bucks extra for it.

Fifty dollars more. That's a lot of money when you don't have a dime. And where'd you plan on getting the money from? Maybe you thought you'd pay your friend Jake McKenna a visit.

It's not like that.

Maybe you heard old Jake's got some money stashed away and you thought you'd help yourself to a little.

Wait a minute. Just listen to me--

You thought you'd come in here in the middle of the night and wham! Wail off and clock old Jake McKenna and turn his brains into wall paper.

Jake--

And then with Jake out of the way you could borrow two-hundred dollars. Or maybe two-thousand. Or twenty-thousand. Who's to stop you? Not Jake McKenna, 'cause old Jake would be dead.

That's not the reason I'm here. I swear it.

There's another reason? It better be good.

I came for Grace.

You came to take my wife from me?

I came to kill her.

Liar.

It's the truth, Jake.

That's a thick change of heart.

Yeah, well, a couple of hours ago I just about killed some guy over a girl. Not for money, for a girl. And she was just going to stand there and let it happen, or let him kill me. Same way Grace played us this morning. I don't like that, Jake. Not twice in one day. And maybe I'm so pissed I'd twist the next off my own Grandma to get out of here.

That's a lot of talk. A whole lot of talk.

Damn it, Jake. If I don't get out of here some guys are going to come gunning for me. And if it comes down to me or Grace, then I pick Grace. You were going to give me thirteen-thousand. Give me two- hundred. I'll kill her and dump the body where no one will ever find it. But I need the money. I've got to have the money.

I'm curious about something. I'm wondering just how it is you happen to know where the bedroom's at.

Wh . . . what are you talking about?

This morning when I came in on you and Grace, you swore you hadn't so much as been near the bedroom. Now you make straight for it.

Come on, Jake--

Don't Jake me, boy! It's a big house. Odd that you would know your way, except maybe you've been in the bedroom before. Maybe with Grace to keep you company.

Nothing happened with me and Grace this morning.

Then maybe this afternoon. When I sent you to kill my wife you ended up sexing her instead.

Christ, Jake, please--

Is that what happened? Did you even make it out to the desert, or did you just ply the afternoon between my sheets?

You're not talking sense.

Sense? If I had any sense I would have killed you this morning and been done with it.

What are you . . . you can't . . . you can't kill me.

A drifter, a loner, a trouble maker like you? Just passing through town, need money so he busts in on an, old man. Only this old man's got himself an automatic, and he knows how to use it. A man's got to protect his home. His wife. You're dead, boy, and your own mother wouldn't convict me.

What difference does it make if I slept with her. You don't care about Grace.

You're right. I don't give a damn about her. But to fuck a man's wife behind his back? That just makes a fool out of him. I don't like being made a fool of.

I don't blame you. What man would? I admit it, okay? I came back here and I made it with Grace. But if you kill me you're making a big mistake.

Not from where I stand.

It's not me you have to worry about. It's her. She wants you dead, Jake. She wants you dead and she wants your money.

What are you babbling about?

Think about it. How do you think I got in here? Did you hear any glass break? Did you hear a door splinter? How did the evening end? After you went to bed did she linger a bit? Maybe just long enough to leave the back door unlocked? Is that what happened?

What happened to your hand?

Accident, and yeah, I got to be more careful.

Got any requests?

That country shit all sounds the same to me.

How about I pick one out for you?

Hey, Mister. Mister. I just. . . I just wanted to thank you.

For what?

For defending my honor this afternoon.

I hate to bust your bubble, but I wasn't defending you.

But you was going to fight for me.

I wasn't going to fight for you. I was just going to beat the shit out of your boyfriend.

He's not my boyfriend. I mean, I let him take me out and stuff, but I ain't spoken for. Not yet that is.

Get it through your head, little girl; I'm not going for you. If this Toby likes you, then if I were you I'd marry him. You're not going to get much better in this town.

That's what I thought until you came riding in. I saw your car over at the gas station. It's cool. Want to take me for a ride? Desert's kind of lonely this time of day.

How old are you?

Eighteen. Well, I'm gonna be eighteen in two years, but that don't mean you can't take me for a ride if you want.

No, I don't want to take you for a ride. What I want is for . . . Hey, you don't happen to have a hundred and fifty dollars I could--

Mister!

Oh, shit!

Do you understand me you little fuck?

Yes, Mr. Vesci.

And John, don't make me come look for you.

Fucking kid. And look at you; breaking fucking pencils. You're a Neanderthal.

Hello? Hello!? Operator, I got disconnected. Hello . . .

Saw you at the truck stop this morning. You're not from around here.

No, sir. And I'm not going to be around long if that's what you're worried about.

Just curious. That's a nasty cut you've got.

Not as bad as it looks.

There was a young man over at Jamilla's today when it got hit. Way she tells it he got whacked around by one of the robbers.