Bordello of Blood Page #3

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You really gonna do that?

You really thinking of that?

You're gonna pot the cue ball, man.

Why don't you go to hell.

Why don't I get out of the way

of the shrapnel.

Goddamn it!

What did I tell ya?

What's happening, Tonto?

Your shot.

Are you still here, man?

I'm still here,

and that cue ball's still potted.

I see you boys both

have a nose thing.

Maybe you watch

a little too much QVC, huh?

That's quick.

F*** you.

Consider me f***ed.

What's next on the sh*t shot

agenda here for Zeke?

You cannot be serious.

Really, you should think about

putting the three in the...

Look.

- I don't know where Caleb is, all right?

- Uh-huh.

- Him and Reggie,

they went off to get laid.

- Long trip.

Why don't you get the f***

outta my face, tiger?

I'm there for you, Zekey.

What about you, Stephen Hawking?

You seen Caleb?

You seen his girlfriend?

He ain't got no girlfriend.

No.

They went to a whorehouse.

Oh, you like whorehouses,

don't ya?

At this point in your life,

you're pretty much at peace

with having to pay for it.

Hey, you got an address

on that whorehouse?

Um, Bowmont, I think.

Bowmont?

You got a number for me?

Come on,

squeeze it out.

You are making

such progress.

I'm gonna get Nurse Ratched

to notch back on your dosage.

This is real cute.

I hate to break it up,

but I wanna play some pool here.

Shot number three.

Uh-huh.

- I don't know, man.

- F*** off!

I'm telling you, man,

that's a bad, bad angle.

Oh!

Oh, a**hole!

Jeez!

Six-pack in the side cleavage.

You know what?

Step outside.

You know, Zeke,

not right now.

Just not in the mood

for a blow job.

I gotta rock, kids.

Oh, Mrs. Johnson,

you were robust, vital.

That's the Mrs. Johnson

I'll remember.

Before the horrid ravaging

reduced her to the frail,

the emaciated,

worm-eaten thing...

that she became.

It's so f***in' bright

in here.

Why do they need the lights on?

Let us pay tribute

to the Mrs. Johnson...

we all knew and loved.

She was a good woman.

Good.

A good three of them.

We shall always

remember her...

As a heavy weight

in our hearts.

Internment will follow

at the Mount Hope Cemetery...

in Hemmingford.

Wow.

She was a heavyweight.

Be a friend to Jesus.

It's good to have the Lord

as your friend.

God's light shines down

upon us all.

That's why I say,

"It's a beautiful day, isn't it?"

I don't mean

just 'cause it's sunny.

I mean... it is...

a beautiful day!

My friends,

a little while ago

I promised you all...

that we would change the world.

Yes, that we...

would make it ready

for the judgment day.

'Cause it's coming.

That's right. Yes.

Yes!

It's coming!

Yes, it is!

That's right.

Yes!

It's coming soon.

Hallelujah!

Well, now I can tell you all...

that the final battle

is upon us,

that the assault

on sin itself has begun.

And when the smoke clears,

is there a doubt

in any of your minds who...

will be the victor?

Yeah! Testify!

And you...

Do it, Jimmy!

You good people.

You, who are the guts

and the organs...

and the heart of the

Jimmy Current World Ministry,

you praise Him!

You will be the ones who will lead

the rest of the Lord's children to glory!

- Glory!

- That's right! I said glory!

Glory! Praise Him!

Yes! I said, "Glory!"

Glory!

Thanks, boys.

That was amazing, J.C.

Thank you, darlin'.

Bless you.

Reverend?

I have those construction plans

for you to see.

Brother Vincent,

I'll look at them

in my office.

And you tell that

TelePrompTer operator,

he loses me again,

I'm gonna fire his butt.

Lord bless you

and keep you.

Lord bless you and keep you.

You got some figures for me?

Yes, I do.

For under $5 million, we can

have a Lord's Shopping Network

on air by the end of the year.

I will have all

the product tie-ins

for you by next week.

That's incredible, Katherine.

You're incredible.

Thank you.

Katherine.

Hi.

This is Rafe Guttman.

He's the man I hired...

to help me

find my brother.

Have you found him yet?

Sorry, Rev,

I'm on her dime, not yours.

Oh, I don't have any secrets

from J.C. It's fine.

That's all right.

I got a ton of work

on my desk.

Good to meet you,

Mr. Gutten.

Well, he just radiates

a Christlike glow, doesn't he?

Nice place, Katherine.

Sort of like Superman's

dad's joint on Krypton.

Mr. Guttman, have you

found my brother yet?

I haven't made contact,

but I did get a lead on him.

He and a friend of his evidently

went to a local whorehouse.

- A whorehouse?

- A house inhabited by whores.

Okay. Well, I figured it

would be something like that.

Thank you for your time.

My checkbook's in my office.

I'll be right back.

You know,

I've not nearly finished

my investigation.

If that's where he is,

I'd rather not

know about it.

What is it with these religiosos

that makes 'em so uptight?

That's a shame too

'cause she was hot.

Really hot.

As women of God go,

she was ungodly.

You could

always convert.

No, man.

That old-time religion

and sex just don't mix.

Unless, of course,

you're a Catholic priest.

Sex.

You lookin' for sex?

Well, Hop along

chimin' in over there.

I might be.

But throw a Bic lighter

on that burger first.

It's still mooin'.

Didn't I see you

at the funeral today?

I know a place

not too far from here...

where you can get the best

goddamn piece of ass...

in the whole goddamn world.

They got girls that'll do things

there aren't even names for.

You know, you make it sound

really enticing.

Ask for the Cunningham wake.

All right. Thank you.

You loosen that headband, okay?

Oh, you look very lovely

tonight, Mrs. Factor.

We're going to have

some wild games tonight.

And I want you

to know something,

Mrs. Factor.

I'm very proud and happy

to have you on my slab.

Whoo!

Lovely perfume.

Who is that?

- Yes?

- I'm here for the Cunningham wake.

I'm afraid the wake

is closed tonight.

Come back tomorrow.

I, uh, really must

pay my respects right now.

Then I suggest

you come back tomorrow.

Maybe you don't understand me.

- I'm feeling excruciatingly sad.

- I'm so sorry.

If I don't grieve right now,

maybe even grieve two or three times,

I'm gonna go out of my mind, okay?

I suggest that you go mourn...

somewhere in private

with a box of tissues.

What else did Vincent tell you?

He told me that you took

good care of the girls...

and that you offer

some kind of benefits.

Is that true?

There's never any peace.

Hi, I'm here...

The wake is closed tonight,

you little sh*t.

Come back tomorrow.

But... But I...

I'm coming to you,

Mrs. Factor.

McCutcheon!

McCutcheon?

Ooh! Deadly.

McCutcheon!

Wow. Hey, guys, lookin' for a scalpel

for a friend's birthday present.

Seen a salesperson?

No? Okay.

Stealin'

from the dead, huh?

What the hell?

So we have our sunrise

symbolizing faith...

and the dove

symbolizing good value.

Of course, once we animate it,

the dove will appear to fly

straight into camera.

I like it.

It's simple, clean.

And tasteful.

Don't forget tasteful.

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