![]() ROXY: It ain’t no fault o’ yo’n dat dey ain’t grey. I meant it for the best, I did … I swear. TOM: It … it was mean of me, and baseI know it. who are you?! How did you get in here?! What do you want?! PHOEBE: Nobody burns up their kids and dog. RUTH: Until the next man and the next one. We've got this stretch of nowhere to get lost in. RUTH: The secret to getting away with a crime is not to tell anyone- at least, not leave anyone alive who knows what you did. RUTH: I did, didn't I? Or.we could hook up, go on a cross-country spree of some kind. RUTH: You're already thinking he needs to be forgiven. And you'll grow blind again and deaf again, because it's love and nobody understands him, nobody makes you feel like he does. You'll crawl back to him and you'll forget. Come back to Vegas, sniff around, cause you got that itch that you mistake for true love when it's really just an itch. RUTH: Will you take him back? Your kind always does. RUTH: I don't think it's a new idea, Phoebe. Nobody burns their kids and their dog up. You wanna know what I did? I beat the hell out of the skank my boyfriend was banging. I'd have to escape in a blaze of gunfire or I could throw rocks, I don't have a gun. ![]() For the baby-killing, puppy-frying lady arsonist. PHOEBE: I could turn you in for a reward. People dump free dogs around here all the time. Five hundred dollars!! I haven't had a pair of new pants for three years and he goes and buys a five hundred dollar dog. RUTH: That annoying border collie puppy my husband insisted on buying for five hundred dollars. Especially when you left three children tied up in the kitchen. As you pointed out, a punishable offense. RUTH: Two strangers on a road less traveled- that's the point. PHOEBE: How can I believe anything you say? RUTH: Believe me, Naomi or Greta or Junebug or. RUTH: I put a coffee cup full of gasoline in the microwave. PHOEBE: Did you really burn your house down? It's not Greta. Well, Greta? You can almost smell the smoke. Only fair!! I shared, now.it's your turn. But here's my price- you have to tell me what you did. I can take a hint, subtle as you are, dearie. RUTH: Do you want me to help you look, Naomi? I can barely see where I live, or used to live now. God knows I've killed and buried my share of enemies and friends alike. PHOEBE: Don't you go to jail for burning your house down? PHOEBE: Quit calling me that hateful name. I've burned my house down, Naomi, so what have you done? RUTH: That's the first honest thing you've said. RUTH: Does anyone listen when a woman says no, Naomi? And who are you? Other than fierce guardian of the blacktop. Nothing that links us to anyone or anyplace, except this bit of Highway 50, which we can both share. You wouldn't happen to be Naomi, would you? RUTH: Traces of love and hate and indifference. RUTH: There'll be traces of memory on the air now. PHOEBE: I'd respect you MORE if you checked on that fire. Is that even your house? Why burn it down? That's cool-I can respect a firebug. PHOEBE: Air pollution, destruction of property, loss of life? Really-go take care of that fire. PHOEBE: What if it gets out of hand? It's very dry here. PHOEBE: Don't you think you should go put it out? PHOEBE: Where that long column of smoke is? PHOEBE: Why are you here? It's the middle of nowhere! There hasn't been a car by for an hour! An HOUR! How can you thumb for a ride if the ride never shows up? Surely that's enough space, even for you. RUTH: So we both want to stay here but for different reasons. Had a picture of him on her second floor landing in Nebraska-she would talk to it, have long conversations with it. Not as crazy as my great-grandmother- she loved Himmler. PHOEBE: Was she a Nazi? Did she bake Jews like casseroles? RUTH: Can't we share? If I had known someone was going to be here, in this spot, which is just perfect for almost seeing my house, I would have made cookies. To dishes with soap scum on them! To a house not cleaned. ![]() RUTH: Oh but just imagine my husband coming home to the stink of rotting chicken. If I leave now, nothing will happen that I can't take back. Except for something I left in the microwave! It's a humdinger. If I get going now, my husband'll never know. RUTH: Murder? Armed robbery? Break someone's poor little heart? Regicide? I don't want to be rude-leave me the fuck alone. ![]() A map of Nevada has been painted across the road, the rocks, etc. SETTING Beside Highway 50, somewhere in the middle of Nevada. RUTH: Older than Phoebe, anywhere from thirty-five to forty-five. CHARACTERS PHOEBE: Thirty or so, on the run from the law. ![]()
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