68 Kill Page #5

the office one day and..

Took one look at me,

and pretty soon

Ken is pressuring me

for a threesome.

I mean, really pressuring me.

I told him I wasn't

interested and he fired me.

But that wasn't enough for Ken.

I guess he was golf

buddies with my landlord

and he made one phone

call, and the next thing

I know I'm out on the street.

So, there I am

with no money and no job

and no place to live

and no one to turn to for help..

So they finally got me.

I was desperate.

You understand?

I do.

Believe me I do.

- I'm not a whore.

- I don't think you are.

I didn't say that.

Well, I'm not.

That didn't stop them from

treating me like one though.

Now, I kind of wish it

was me that killed them.

I don't.

Better that Liza did it.

She was already foul.

You're a good guy, chip.

I knew you were sweet

from the moment I saw you.

You're not disgusted

by me, are you?

No, of course not.

Of course not.

Good.

It's been a long time

since I made the decision

to make love

and how and with who.

You want to help me

break that streak?

Jesus, how did I sleep so late?

Oh!

My head feels like I drank

a fifth of whiskey.

What did you do to me

last night, Violet?

F***.

Violet?

No. No. No. No.

No. Violet?

Sh*t!

F***!

Oh, f***!

Sh*t!

F***! Where's

my f***ing clothes?

You f***ing

thorough-ass c*nt.

Hallelujah, you're f***ed, chip.

You're so f***ing stupid, chip.

Every time a pretty face pops up

your brain turns

into a goddamn potato.

Sh*t. Calm down.

Calming down in three, two, one!

Get calm.

Get it f***ing together.

F***.

No.

Liza.

- Hi.

- Problem, sir?

Yeah. Yeah, I guess

you could say that.

Look, I'm, uh, I'm in a little

bit of a situation here

and I was wondering if I

could maybe use your phone?

What about the phone

in your room?

It's out of order.

Your situation

it has something to do

with that party

last night perhaps?

What?

My nephew told me all about it.

Said there was

quite a bit of ruckus.

Look, I'm... I'm so sorry,

but honestly, I don't..

I don't remember anything.

She must have roofied me

or something.

That... that..

Sh*t. That's exactly

what she..

She freaking roofied me.

Look, just last night

I was drugged, okay?

And now my, my clothes,

my money, my car

and my phone are all gone.

But if I can just use your phone

I can fix it all, okay?

I... I just need to make

one phone call, please.

You may make your call.

We have a lost and found box.

Perhaps we can find you some

temporary clothing there.

Well, that'd be so awesome.

Thank you so much.

You must dial nine first.

Okay.

- Who the hell is this?

Who do you think it is?

Chip? Where in

the f*** are you?

I've been trying

to call you all morning.

You know exactly where I am.

The question is

where the f*** are you?

Hey, just got back from

a night in the hospital

thanks to you, you a**hole.

And now the cops want to question

me and the Camaro is impounded

and you got my f***ing

car and my f***ing money.

Now, where in

the f*** are you? Chip?

Did you hear me?

Chip, are you there?

If you aren't back in this

trailer in 30 minutes

with my car and my money,

I will find you.

I will hunt you down and

I will cut off your dick

and feed it

to the neighbor's dog.

You hear me? Don't think

I won't do it.

I will find you, chip.

I swear to god.

Are you listening to me?

Bad news, Mr. Delacroix?

Yeah, you might say that.

This party that your nephew saw

d... did he happen to see

anybody going into my room?

Hadi said many people were

coming and going all night.

He did mention one girl

in particular.

Said she was a real..

You know?

No, no, I don't.

W... what..

Did he say what she looked like?

Hadid said she looked

like a dead girl.

Dead girl.

You know, pale skin

and the black makeup.

F***.

Is that your car out there?

Yes, it is. Why?

I'm so sorry about this, sir.

Sorry about what,

Mr. Delacroix?

Please don't be dead.

Please don't be dead.

Please don't be dead.

Please don't be dead.

Hey, what are you doing?

I am so sorry.

I really am.

But I am really in a bind

and I need your car.

No! Ah!

And a couple of bucks

just in case your car needs gas.

Please don't look at me

like that.

I... I don't want to

do this either, okay?

F***ing. Sweet.

F***ing clog.

F***!

You've reached the white

rose motel on route 41.

We're unable to take your

reservation at the moment.

Leave your name

and phone number.

We will return your call

as soon as possible.

Have a wonderful day.

Hey there, Amy.

Yeah, can I help you?

You know what, I sure hope so.

I'm looking for the girl who

was working here last night.

Skinny, dark hair,

looked kind of gothy.

- You mean, Monica?

- Yeah, Monica.

Do you have any idea

where she might be?

Aren't you a little old to be

sniffing around that b*tch?

I'm not even..

I'm not even 30.

Could have fooled me.

It's the shitty outfit that

threw me off, I guess.

Oh, thank you very much.

You know, you're not

so bad yourself.

Cool.

Do you want to go in the

back and eat my p*ssy?

Well, that is one

hell of an offer

but I am in a real rush,

and it is very important

that I talk to Monica right now.

Well, I can tell you exactly

where to find that whore

and I don't even care if

you're a stalker or something.

You can cut her head off

and flush it down the

toilet for all I care.

But that info isn't free.

Amy, look, I've only

got a few bucks on me.

But I'd be willing to...

I'm not looking for money.

Oh, w... what do

you want?

Lucky for you I forgot

the panties today.

It gets a bit sweaty

down there otherwise.

If I do this, you'll tell

me where to find Monica?

Jesus, you're slow.

Ain't that what I just said?

Yeah.

I guess it was.

Well, come on.

Hurry up.

I ain't got all day.

Oh.

Ah-ah!

Well, well, well,

looky what we got here.

Drop the club, shithead.

Nice gun.

Oh, you like it?

I stole it from this dumbass

I roofied last night.

Hey, baby girl.

Good, you didn't start

without me.

What the f***? You told

them I was coming?

Wow, genius, you figured it out.

Your detective skills

are about as good

as your

p*ssy-eating skills.

- Oh!

- Oh!

Hell to the yeah.

This is gonna be good.

I left work early to see this.

Better be worth it.

Where my b*tch at?

Give me a goddamn minute,

Amy, Jesus.

Help me.

Chip.

Heard you were coming.

How's old Cody today?

Couldn't get it up as usual.

Why are you still

f***ing for cash, Monica?

You're rich know, girl.

It's easy money, fatty.

This p*ssy's like a man.

Sixty-eight grand

is a decent score

but it ain't no retirement fund.

You like the view, huh?

Yeah, you better enjoy it.

These are the last tits

you're ever gonna see.

You should've just stayed

in bed this morning, chip

like you were supposed to.

You ran off somewhere else.

Anything but come here.

Coming here was about the

dumbest decision you ever made.

Let me see that.

Huh.

I do believe the little

dummy is pissed at me.

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