Bomb City Page #3

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WHO'S GONNA BE HERE

SO I ALWAYS TRY.

OH, AND YOU CAN TAKE SOME

TO YOUR FRIENDS, TOO.

I'M SURE THEY COULD USE A GOOD

MEAL EVERY ONCE AND A WHILE.

NOT TRYING TO FEED

THE WHOLE NEIGHBORHOOD.

[TV CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY

IN THE BACKGROUND]

WHAT'S COOKING, BETTY?

OH.

[CHUCKLES]

- YUMMY.

- COME ON, MAN.

YOU KNOW,

IT'S STRANGE,

I NEVER HEARD:

ANYONE KNOCK.

VERY FUNNY, MR. D.

YOU BOYS CUT IT OUT.

HELP YOURSELF, JOHN.

THANK YOU, BETTY.

HEY, PASS THE EGGS, MAN.

I AIN'T HERE

TO SERVE YOU.

GET UP AND:

GET THEM YOURSELF.

YOU LOOKING FOR THIS?

WHAT THE HELL, MOM?

THE NAME OF YOUR BAND IS

"WHITE SLAVE TRADERS"?

WE'RE ALL SLAVES

TO AUTHORITY, MA.

[BIRDS CALLING]

[PUNK MUSIC PLAYING LOUDLY

OVER STEREO]

[JASON] GET YOUR ASS OVER

HERE AND HELP ME REAL QUICK.

[BRIAN] DON'T TELL ME WHA TO DO, I'M AN ANARCHIST!

[JASON]

KISS MY ASS.

[BRIAN] I WOULD, BUT I DON' WANT MY LIPS TO STINK.

[JASON GRUNTS]

SH*T!

[BRIAN CHUCKLES]

OH, WELL.

WHY DO WE:

DO THIS SH*T, MAN?

'CAUSE IT'S FUN!

THIS IS WORK,

NOT FUN.

IT'S BOTH.

PLUS, WE'RE MAKING

A MARK ON THIS TOWN.

THIS TOWN:

DON'T GIVE A SH*T.

SH*T, I KNOW, BUT...

THAT "AMARILLIONARE"

GAVE US SOME EXTRA CASH.

[CLICKS TONGUE]

GOT TO LOVE THAT KOOKY BASTARD.

[BRIAN] YEP, HE'S

ALWAYS BEEN GOOD TO US.

YEAH, I COULD DEFINITELY

USE THE CASH.

[CAN OPENS,

TOP RATTLES IN CAN]

[BRIAN LAUGHS]

[JASON]

NO, BUT FOR REAL, THOUGH,

WHAT ABOUT YOU?

MAN, I JUST WANT TO STAR BOOKING BIGGER BANDS, YOU KNOW?

I FEEL LIKE THE SCENE'S

- REALLY PICKING UP.

- IT'S ALL POSSIBLE, MAN,

YOU JUST GOT TO:

GET THE BANDS:

TO MAKE THE STOP.

YOU JUST LET ME WORRY

ABOUT THAT, ALL RIGHT?

HEY, YOU MIND

LOCKING UP?

YEAH, MAN,

WHERE YOU GOING?

- I JUST GOT SOME SH*T TO TAKE CARE OF, NO BIG DEAL.

- NEED A LIFT?

NO, NO, I'M GOOD,

I'LL MEET UP WITH Y'ALL LATER.

ALL RIGHT, MAN.

HEY, I GOT A SURPRISE

FOR Y'ALL TONIGHT, TOO.

I THINK I MIGH KNOW WHAT IT IS.

THINK IT'S READY?

I THINK IT'S CLOSE.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[TRAIN HORN SOUNDING]

[TRAIN BELL CLANGING]

[CAR ALARM SOUNDING

IN THE DISTANCE]

[MUSIC PLAYING

FROM CAR STEREO]

- WHOO-HOO!

- [RICKY] WHAT THE F***

- IS UP WITH YOUR HAIR?

- GOT OURSELVES A PRETTY ONE, BOYS.

- WHAT ARE YOU, AN EL CHUPACABRA-LOOKING MOTHERF***ER?

- [BRIAN] WHAT'S UP, DAWG?

- [MCCORMICK] WHAT'S UP, BABY?

- [RICKY] THE F*** YOU SAY? HUH?

PRETTY-HAIRED

LITTLE P*SSY.

- OH, LOOK AT THIS LITTLE SH*T.

- WHOO-HOO!

I F***ED A GIRL

IN A PAIR OF JEANS

LIKE THAT.

[RICKY]

SH*T HEAD!

- LET'S GO! LET'S GO, RICKY!

- [GIGGLES]

WHOO-HOO-HOO!

F*** YOU!

[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS]

[MUSIC PLAYING

OVER STEREO]

[ROME GIGGLES]

DAMN!

WATCH THE JACKET.

MY BAD, MY BAD.

- YOU OKAY?

- YEAH.

CHILL OUT,

IT'S ALL GOOD.

DON'T JUST SIT THERE,

GET UP:

AND GET THE LADY

ANOTHER BEER.

WHAT'S THIS ALL ABOUT?

THIS WHOLE TOWN:

IS BUILT TO SUPPOR THE ONLY NUCLEAR WEAPONS

MANUFACTURING FACILITY

IN THE NATION.

PUT IT TOGETHER, IF YOU WERE

GOING TO ATTACK AMERICA,

WOULDN'T YOU TRY TO TAKE OUT THEIR

MOST VULNERABLE WEAPONS FIRST?

WE GO PLUTONIUM WAR HEADS

UNDER OUR FEE AS WE SPEAK.

THIS PLACE IS JUS A BIG TARGET, TICKING.

TICKING AWAY.

BOMB F***ING CITY.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

THANKS.

[MUSIC PLAYING AND INDISTINC CONVERSATIONS IN THE BACKGROUND]

THANKS.

DUDE, OF COURSE.

CAN YOU PROMISE ME SOMETHING?

I DON'T LIKE PROMISES.

WHATEVER,

JUST HEAR ME OUT.

SURE, GO AHEAD.

YOU MAY THINK THIS SOUNDS

CHEESY OR WHATEVER...

[SIGHS DEEPLY]

JUST...

PLEASE...

I...

I DON'T WANT YOU

TO LEAVE HERE...

WITHOUT BEING:

ARMED SOMEHOW.

WE NEED EQUALIZERS.

AND NOT JUST YOU,

I MEAN, ALL OF US.

SO, WHAT, LIKE KING

AND HIS POLICE BATON?

I THINK I CAN:

HANDLE MYSELF.

I KNOW.

BUT...

I DON'T KNOW, LIKE,

DUMB SH*T LIKE THIS,

IT HAPPENS:

ALL THE TIME.

I'LL JUST GET, LIKE, A ROCKE LAUNCHER OR DRIVE A TANK,

THEN NO ONE WILL

MESS WITH ME THEN.

YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN.

HOW ABOU A BAZOOKA, THEN?

SHUT UP.

[BOTH CHUCKLE]

[URINATING]

[URINATING STOPS]

- GRAB THIS SH*T.

- SH*T.

DON'T TAKE IT YET.

WHERE'D YOU

GET THIS SH*T?

I ALWAYS HAVE:

A SECRET STASH.

WHY YOU BEEN:

HOLDING OUT?

BECAUSE WE HANG AROUND

A BUNCH OF F***ING SCAVENGERS,

- THAT'S WHY.

- LET'S SHOOT THIS SH*T, COME ON.

AH!

- [GROANS]

- SON OF A B*TCH!

THIS IS FROM:

MY F***ING STASH.

- YOU'RE THE F***ING SCAVENGER.

- BOYS, BOYS, BOYS!

- YES IT IS.

- I PRESENT TO YOU THE BEGINNING...

OF BRIAN'S BITCHING BREW.

THIS SH*T LOOKS OFF.

TRUST ME,

I KNOW WHAT I'M DOING.

ALL RIGHT, Y'ALL.

TO THE BEGINNING!

[BRIAN GIGGLES]

[SNICKERS]

KNEW THAT SHI DIDN'T LOOK RIGHT.

IT'S POTENT, THOUGH.

THAT'S LIKE OVER 14%.

THIS SH*T IS WORSE

THAN I THOUGHT.

BUT... IT'LL DO

THE F***ING TRICK.

- [CHUCKLES]

- 14%,

THAT'S WHA I'M TALKING ABOU DID I HIT YOU?

OH, SH*T, WE'RE OUT.

MOVE!

[RETCHES]

[MAN]

WHAT THE F***, BRO?

[JADE]

VICTOR, ARE YOU OKAY?

HELL YEAH!

[LAUGHS]

OUT WITH THE OLD

AND IN WITH THE NEW!

[CHEERING]

GET THIS MOTHERF***ER

A BEER:

- RIGHT HERE.

- YEAH!

[LAUGHS]

HEY, HEY, HEY

GONNA GET YOU HIGH

HEY, HEY, HEY

WONDERING WHAT YOU GOT

HEY, HEY, HEY...

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[FUSE HISSING]

FIRE IN THE HOLE, B*TCHES.

YOU BETTER RUN,

MOTHERFUCKERS!

[LAUGHS]

OH, SH*T.

OH, SH*T, OH, SH*T.

- [EXCITED LAUGHING]

- OH, SH*T.

[INDISTINCT YELLING]

[LAUGHTER]

- I GOT YOU, B*TCH!

- [SQUEALS]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[MUSIC PLAYING

OVER STEREO]

[ROME MOANING]

DUDE, THIS PARTY'S

DEAD, MAN.

[ROME GIGGLING

AND MOANING]

[EXHALES]

YOU TRYING:

TO GET OUT OF HERE?

DUDE, DON'T OVERDO IT, MAN,

I ONLY GOT A COUPLE CANS.

EVERY TIME I GO:

AND GET MORE,

THEY GIVE ME:

A HARD-ASS F***ING TIME.

WHAT KIND OF COUNTRY

HAS A LAW AGAINS HOW MUCH F***ING PAIN YOU CAN BUY?

MAN, THEY GOT LAWS

FOR EVERYTHING.

FOR THE LAND:

OF THE FREE,

YOU GOT TO FOLLOW A LO OF F***ING RULES.

HEY, YO, DUDE, DUDE,

HEADLIGHTS, HEADLIGHTS, CHILL.

F*** IT!

[ENGINE REVS, TIRES SCREECH,

SIREN WAILING]

SH*T! F***! COPS, COPS!

[KING]

AW!

F***!

[SIREN CHIRPING, WAILING]

COME ON!

[KING]

JUST GOT TO OUTRUN YOUR ASS.

[PANTING]

[EXCLAIMS]

HOLY SH*T!

I THINK WE DID IT, BRO!

[LAUGHS]

AH!

[KING GROANS, SQUEALS]

[LAUGHS]

F***!

[BOTH PANTING]

HEY, WHERE DID

YOU GUYS GO?

- [LAUGHS]

- DUDE, IS THE FRONT DOOR LOCKED?

- THE F***ING COPS ARE AFTER US, MAN.

- F***!

- I DON'T KNOW, I'LL CHECK.

- WHAT THE F***, Y'ALL?

- WHAT ABOUT COPS?

- GET THE F*** OFF HIM, BRO.

DID THEY SEE:

YOU COME HERE?

I DON'T KNOW, MAN, THEY WERE

RIGHT THE F*** ON TOP OF US.

F***! THEN WHY

DID YOU COME HERE?

CHILL!

WILL ONE OF YOU:

SHUT THE F*** UP?

- DAMN.

- [POUNDING ON DOOR]

F***. THEY'RE RIGH THE F*** OUTSIDE.

THIS IS THE APD,

WE KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE!

IF YOU DO NOT LET US IN,

WE WILL HAVE TO FORCE ENTRY!

I REPEAT, WE WILL

- FORCE ENTRY!

- THEY'RE THE F*** OUTSIDE.

YOU'RE F***ING STUPID!

WHY WOULD YOU BRING COPS HERE?

WAIT, WAIT, WAIT,

PLEASE SHUT UP!

- DAMN IT!

- WHAT THE F***, BRO?

GET HER THE F***

OFF ME, MAN.

- GET HER THE F*** OFF ME!

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