Bad Turn Worse Page #6

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You know what I did?

I did what no one ever does.

I told the goddamn truth.

So he's coming here.

He's coming for you.

Armed to the teeth

with guns, and knives,

and whatever the medieval

f***ed up bullshit he uses.

And that means you're f***ed.

How do I know you ain't bluffing?

Because if I didn't call him,

then why the f*** did he you call you

and tell you he was coming early?

He did?

- Yes, he did.

- No, he didn't.

Now, you're bluffing.

I don't have to. Already did.

- That's how I know you're full of sh*t.

- No, Giff, it's not...

- Now you're going to die.

- No, no, no, I did call...

Run!

Wait! Wait!

Okay.

Hey, you know, Big Red never called.

Nobody called,

that was just a bunch of bullshit.

Yeah.

Hey, you know, the only reason

I even said he called...

the only reason I even moved it up,

was to make sure you fucktards

went through with it.

I have to admit,

I am a little bit impatient,

and I do like to change

the rules mid-game

because it just makes it

so much more exciting.

Like in Gladiator,

when they release those tigers

right in the middle of the fight.

Or in Rocky 2? Do you remember that one?

When the Southpaw learned

to fight with his right hand.

Apollo wasn't expecting that at all.

And what did that do?

It made for a better fight, didn't it?

Why?

Because Rocky changed the rules.

Just like I did to you,

motherf***er.

I hear you.

I hear you.

Oh, that was fun.

Bobby.

Now turn that frown upside down.

You are looking at this all wrong, son.

I mean, you shouldn't be pissing

your pants like you are right now.

No, you should be...

hell, you should be thanking me.

'Cause that's what I'm trying to do.

I am trying to...

I'm trying to save you

from a world of pain,

like a three legged horse,

I am putting you down, boy.

Take a look at her.

Go on, take a good long look at her.

She ain't going to stay with you.

You all leaving here

for bigger and better things.

That's exactly what

she's going to find, Bobby.

No more Bobby sh*t-for-brains.

She's going to get herself a city boy.

With all kinds of money, ambition,

hell, maybe he'll even

have a driver's license.

You know, I'm telling you, Bobby,

she was going to leave you,

and she wasn't even going to look back.

So...

it's not like I'm killing you,

more like I'm saving you.

Bobby.

Bobby, open your eyes.

Bobby, open your eyes now, okay?

I love you.

Now, now, Nancy Drew.

- Now, look at you.

- Yeah, look at me.

You used to have two boyfriends,

and now you ain't got none.

F*** you!

Okay.

Very tempted, but... I can't feel

anything from the neck down,

at this moment in time.

You expecting someone...

baby?

Oh, sh*t.

Sh*t.

- You Sue?

- I am.

Big f***ing Red.

Where's my money, Sue?

You have to take that up with this...

brokeback fucktard over here.

- Is that right?

- That's right.

The money wasn't in the safe.

That right, Giff?

Are you the... how did she put it...

the... fucktard that's got my money?

Who is this other fucktard?

That's Bobby.

Bobby?

I'm not a fucktard.

- I thought you were dead.

- I think... I think my ribs are broke.

My arm, maybe.

- Don't think I'm dead, though.

- Not yet, you're not.

Well, Sue, I suggest that you...

pick up your little friend here and...

the two you get the f***

out of my cotton gin.

Now.

I'll be having a chat

with Old Giff here.

Just a word or two about the whereabouts

of my money. What do you say, Giff?

Where's my money?

In my butt.

Hey, Big Red...

did I ever tell you

that that is the dumbest...

most un-inspiring gangster name

I have ever heard in my life.

What did you do,

drive around in your big red car,

in your big truck and say, I'm Big Red?

Is that one of the 32 ways?

What do you mean?

To tell a story...

you said there were 32 ways.

I didn't say that, Jim Thomson did.

Left, right, left, right, left

Pack 'em up Charlie,

gonna leave this place

Turn our shoulders to the empty space

It don't matter if you're gone today

Long as everybody stay away

Rich is rich and poor is poor

And the money you had ain't good no more

Wait in a line, wait in a line

Hey, mister, can I buy a little time?

Everything you planted has gone to rot

No one around to pull the little you got

Four big wheels, American steel

Pour gasoline on the killing field

March them soldiers down that line

March them boys in straight time

Good four boys like feel on the fire

Bad news comin' down the AP wire

Taciturn til your fingers burn

What, if anything, did you earn?

Pain it tastes like a savage fire

The blood lust of the youth gone wild

Everything you planted has gone to rot

No one around to pull the little you got

Four big wheels, American steel

Pour gasoline on the killing field

Everybody's sick,

there's a fever going around

Set it on fire

and burn the whole thing down

Go somewhere, start a new town

Where nobody has to hear

that terrible sound

Everything you planted has gone to rot

No one around to pull the little you got

Four big wheels, American steel

Pourin' gasoline on the killing field

Pourin' gasoline on the killing field

Pourin' gasoline on the killing field

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