Blood Rage Page #4

- No, I'm not.

- Yes, you are.

- No, I'm not.

- You are too!

Oh. You've already crashed.

Too bad.

Crme de menthe.

(Julia) I'll be right with you, honey.

Wow!

Coconut liqueur.

I've never had coconut liqueur.

What do you do? You take it straight

or on the rocks?

Well, anywhere you like it.

"Not for children."

Silly thing to put on a liquor bottle.

- (Laughing)

- "Not for children."

Of course it's not for children.

Read it again...

Body. Liquor.

I thought you might like an appetizer.

Why don't I just slip into

something more comfortable, hmm?

Sure.

- (Clears throat)

- (Doorbell ringing)

Would you get that, please?

Sure.

- Uh, it's that kid who just left.

- (Sighs)

Well, find out what he wants.

Hi.

- (Record scratches)

- (Baby crying)

Oh. Baby. Shh, shh.

- (Baby crying)

- (Shushes) Honey...

Mamma's gonna to get you a rich daddy.

I'll be right there.

Here I am.

(Scoffs)

Bill?

(Knocking on door)

What are you doing out there?

(Screaming)

(Baby crying)

I'm coming, baby.

(Maddy) Terry.

Terry.

Oh, go.

Watch out for that road barrier.

Oh, you almost hit it. Oh my gosh.

What happened?

Too much wine, I think.

Terry.

Yes?

Did they find Todd?

No. Not yet.

Maybe he didn't come here after all.

Maybe he ran away.

Far, far away.

Maybe.

Come give Mamma a kiss.

I really got my eye on this one.

OK. You're gonna crash.

- It's my turn already. Yes you are.

- No, I'm not.

- Here it comes.

- No, I'm not.

Oh, got them.

- (Groans)

- (Laughing)

OK. 90,000 points. That's not too bad.

- (Sighing) I should do better.

- You still did better than me.

It's awful quiet in here.

Yeah, I know. Where did Andrea

and Gregg go?

(Screaming)

What was that?

(Karen) Artie, wait a minute all right?

Be careful, all right?

(Artie) OK.

(Knocking on door)

Hey, Ramsay, you in there?

(Karen) Andrea?

Andrea?

Andrea?

(Screaming)

- Jesus!

- Argh!

(Andrea laughing)

Gregg, they thought the makeup was real.

Ramsay, you a**hole.

Jesus. I thought

that Terry's brother got the both of you.

Yeah. So did l.

You guys, that was not funny at all.

Thanks a lot.

Artie, I'm leaving.

- Aw, Karen.

- (Laughing)

Hey, we're going to Mark Johnson's party.

Are you two coming?

(Chuckling)

Andrea wants to play a little tennis.

A little tennis?

(Laughing) Talk to you later.

(Laughing) It worked. I don't believe it!

Oh, sh*t.

Andrea, that was a dumb thing to do.

(Whistling)

- Gregg honey, I'll be out in a minute.

- OK.

(Whistling)

...in working order?

That number is in working order?

Oh, no. No. That's impossible.

It's impossible. You must have

dialled the wrong number.

No. He's definitely there.

Could you please just recheck that number

for me? Cuz this is a real emergency.

Why not?

Look. Look, look. Look.

You don't seem to understand.

This is a real emergency.

This is a real emergency.

I mean, he's definitely there.

He's waiting for my call right now.

He is sitting there and waiting for my call.

This is very important.

Operator, I am begging you.

This is a real, real emergency.

What's the matter with you?

- Ready?

- I guess.

How do you expect me to hit that?

See, there's this technique in tennis.

It's called swinging your racquet.

I'll swing my racquet.

Come on. Be easy on me.

Ready?

Gregg.

(Gregg) I'm never gonna

drink that tequila again.

Need some help, Andrea?

Oh, God.

You... You all right?

(Sighing)

Boo! (Laughing)

I couldn't find the ball.

- It's right here.

- Oh. You must be soused.

- Gregg.

- What?

Not here.

I've got a much better idea.

Oh, great.

That's a great idea. That's great.

Oh, operator, thank you so much.

Thank you. Thank you. I really appreciate it.

Thank you very much. Yes, I'll wait. I'll wait.

Hello.

Ah, well.

The problem is that, um,

my son just escaped from his school.

Well, actually, he ran away.

Actually, it, it's a mental institution.

He ran away from his mental institution.

Now, um, well... Now, I was there

earlier today to bring him his pie.

I always bring him an individual piece of pie

with a little white plastic fork

and a napkin

and I put it in a little box with string

from the bakery.

What?

What?

What number do I want?

Get me my boyfriend.

No, please, get me my boyfriend.

You stop that.

(Screaming)

(Screaming)

(Terry) You're bad, Gregg. Bad.

(Dial tone)

Not now.

Not nice.

Oh, please...

Please don't do this to me.

Please don't.

Please don't leave me alone here.

She started dating him.

Well, anyway she dumped me.

The story of my life.

And I'm a survivor, you know.

Oh. Come on, Artie. You got a few good years

left on that puss of yours.

(Laughing)

Hey, why don't we go to that party?

No. Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

That party's not going anywhere.

Let's talk.

Now, what's the story with you and Simmons?

Mmm. Isn't it obvious?

It's like I'm not even around half the time.

Artie, you know,

you, you and I are like best friends.

Do you think maybe you could just talk to

Terry and find out what's going on for me?

Yeah, sure.

- I'll do it.

- Oh, Artie, thanks.

You're a doll.

A doll? You haven't seen my darker side yet,

have you?

(Laughing) You're a turkey.

(Screaming)

Karen, Artie, it's me!

Oh, God damn it, it's Terry.

(Struggling)

- (Laughing)

- You f***ing a**hole. Sh*t head.

- Truce. Truce.

- Truce.

I just couldn't resist.

Hey look. I'm sorry about

popping off at you before.

That's all right.

Where's Gregg and Andrea?

- Um, they're out playing tennis.

- Yeah, right.

You know, somebody ought to tell them

to get inside.

Nobody should be out

with my brother around.

Oh, yeah. Right.

I'll tell them.

Hey, and thanks for looking out for my girl.

You're a real sweetheart, Simmons,

you know that?

A real sweetheart.

You know, we haven't had

much of a chance to be alone.

Well, that wasn't my idea.

- Let's go back to my house.

- OK.

Hey. Who are you?

What are you doing in my car?

You're a friend of Terry's, right?

Oh, my God. You're Terry's crazy brother.

No. It's Terry who's crazy.

He's killing people.

Yeah, right.

- You've gotta help me.

- Hey, anything you say!

They call me "Mr. Helper."

Mmm. I was beginning to think

you didn't care any more.

I care.

Mmm.

How come it seems like you've been,

I don't know, sort of distant lately?

Do I seem distant now?

(Laughing) No.

(Artie) Now, listen, Todd.

Straighten yourself out.

- I am all right.

- Just try to stay cool, OK?

It's my place, too.

(lndistinct)

Everything will be fine.

(Doorbell ringing)

Terry. Your brother's here.

- He's got to be stopped.

- Yeah, I'm with you.

(Sighing)

See anything?

- Simmons, get over here.

- What is it?

Take a look at this stuff.

Wow,

a fork.

(Laughing) Be careful with that.

(Laughing)

That isn't cranberry sauce, Artie.

That is not cranberry sauce.

- I see him.

- Where?

- Over there.

- Where?

Where is... Argh!

(Exclaiming)

Hey, Artie!

Terry!

Hey, you guys!

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