1:41:00
I want to sell you
some pure fucking scag.
1:41:03
Shit ! Fuck !
1:41:05
Now hear me, you bastard !
Pull over ! I'll kill you !
1:41:10
- Pull over ! Come on !
- [ Tape Audio: Fast Forward ]
1:41:13
Oh, shit. Oh, oh.
1:41:16
~ [ Slow Jazz-Pop:
Woman Singing ]
1:41:23
Okay.
Let's see here.
1:41:30
~ [ Continues ]
1:41:35
The mentality of Las Vegas
is so grossly atavistic...
1:41:39
that a really massive crime
often slips by unrecognized.
1:41:48
North Vegas is where you go when you've
fucked up once too often on the strip...
1:41:52
- [ Shouts ]
- and when you're not even welcome
in the cut-rate downtown places.
1:42:00
The North Star Coffee Lounge seemed like
a fairly safe haven from our storms.
1:42:05
No hassles, no talk.
1:42:07
Just a place to rest
and regroup.
1:42:10
I wasn't even hungry.
1:42:12
There was nothing in the atmosphere of
the North Star to put me on my guard.
1:42:15
[ Banging On Plate ]
1:42:18
Two glasses of ice water
with ice.
1:42:22
Two glasses of ice water
with ice.
1:42:29
Two.
1:42:39
She looked line a burnt-out
caricature of Jane Russell.
1:42:43
She was definitely
in charge here.
1:42:50
He did it very casually...
1:42:52
but I knew that our peace
was about to be shattered.
1:42:56
What was that ?