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feeding me more pills.

Those f***ing doctors were

experimenting on me.

I went AWOL.

I was a lifer, too.

I didn't have anywhere to go.

And they don't respond too well

to some drugged-up guinea pig

just taking off.

I don't know...

That I'm not carrying

a disease or a contagion.

Oh, Jesus.

That's how they start.

Typhoid. Legionnaire's disease,

a government screw-up.

AIDS. With the f***ing monkeys in Africa.

They're after me.

These people don't f*** around, Agnes.

I shouldn't have told you that,

but I needed to tell somebody.

And I trust you.

I know we haven't known

each other very long.

I don't want to go.

I don't want to go.

Oh, babe, don't leave me. No.

My... Peter.

Can I help you?

Hidy.

No.

Agnes isn't here.

No sh*t.

- Where is she, Peter?

- The liquor store, I think.

Goddamn, Peter.

I think if I were a roach,

I'd probably take the hint.

- Where's the TV?

- I don't think she has one.

We had one once.

A 19-inch RCA, sure-touch tuning.

I bought it with the money I made

driving a sausage truck.

I drove that truck

just so I could feed my wife and my kid.

You ever do anything like that?

Who the f*** doesn't have a TV?

How are you supposed to know

what's going on in the world, man?

Jesus, we could be invaded

by Martians or some sh*t, you know?

F***, they could be evacuating

the whole goddamn city right now,

and me and you'd be sitting here

with our thumbs up our asses.

Could be.

Who got this stuff out?

I did, for the microscope.

You little sh*t.

Well...

You might put it back before Aggie gets

home. She ain't gonna like it very much.

What you working on, Peter?

Just looking at something.

Don't touch that, please. I'm...

- I'm looking in...

- What are you looking at?

- A bug.

- Excuse me. A bug?

Just a...

Just a bug?

In my blood.

Oh, in your blood?

Hey...

You know, you remind me of somebody.

You know who you remind me of?

- Do you know who you remind me of?

- Who do I remind you of?

- This guy I knew in the pen.

- In the pen?

Yeah.

- I just did a deuce for armed robbery.

- Wow.

Guy named Porterfield.

- You're not related to him, are ya?

- I don't believe so.

- "I don't believe tho."

- No.

You know what we called him?

- Do you know what we called him?

- What did you call him?

We called him Mrs. Porterfield.

You kind of...

Kind of remind me of him a little bit.

What the f*** are we looking at?

A bug, in my blood.

- In your blood?

- Yes.

Yeah? Well, I don't see nothing.

- It's very small.

- Yeah, I'll bet it is.

You're pretty much just

jacking off here, aren't you?

Why don't you answer me

when I ask you a question?

I thought that was a rhetorical question.

Do you know what I'd do to you if I ever

found out you were f***ing with Agnes?

- Look, I don't know who you are or...

- You don't know who I am?

Didn't we just meet in here

a little while ago?

Yes.

- And you forgot me that quick?

- No.

Well, I remember who the f*** you are!

Right. My point is that I don't want

any trouble with you.

Yeah, well, my point is,

you ain't gonna get no trouble from me.

I'm staying here for a while.

So find someplace else

to do your experiments.

- I don't think you want to stay here.

- Oh, yeah? Why's that?

- Place is crawling with these things.

- Oh, right.

- With your little bugs.

- We're infested.

I believe you are, Peter.

You let him in here?

He picked the lock.

- Come here, girl.

- Get the f*** out of here, Jerry!

You look good, baby.

Mustache tickles a little bit.

- That's okay.

- Not mine, yours.

- Jerry, you can't stay here.

- Hey, wait a minute.

I'm just gonna be here for

a little while, hang my hat.

What was the name of that girl

you used to run with?

- Lavoice.

- Lavoice.

I been trying to remember that sh*t.

I been trying to think. She was a trip.

Remember that time over at Mickey's

she laid up on the balcony

and took a big old sh*t?

Landed on... Remember that sh*t?

Landed on a cop car?

That was the funniest sh*t

I've seen in my f***ing life.

It was the pork party.

Was that the f***ing pork party?

It was, wasn't it? Aggie, you got to

remember the pork party, baby.

- You know what, Jerry?

- Hey, Mickey had this pork...

Like the can of pork, like Spam or some

sh*t like they give you in the Army?

That drunk son of a b*tch starts throwing it

all over the place.

Next thing you know, end of the night,

he's passed out

on the f***ing floor in the kitchen,

pot on his head, pork dripping all over...

I know, that sh*t's some funny sh*t!

It's f***ing dripping all over his chest,

and he can't get up.

He starts doing one of these numbers

'cause the f***ing linoleum and sh*t

is so f***ing greasy he can't...

- Jerry.

- Wait a minute!

Jerry.

- What?

- Get out!

- Are you throwing me out?

- Now.

- Well, I misunderstood.

- Yeah.

You know, I was gonna stay here for

a while, but I guess that's a bad idea,

what, with you being infested with

your little f***ing bugs and sh*t.

I got to admit, though,

I'm disappointed, Aggie.

And you I owe an apology to.

Here I was all this time

thinking you was some

f***ing weirdo freeloading,

coke-head son of a b*tch.

I had no clue

you were taking such good care of Aggie.

That's important. I appreciate that.

Thank you.

I'll be around.

- Can you believe him?

- Come here and look at this.

- You found it?

- You need to look at this now, please.

- Yeah, police department, please.

- What?

- Stop! Ow!

- Whoa, whoa, whoa. Sorry.

- What are you doing?

- I'm calling the police department.

Don't do that, okay? Don't ever do that.

Agnes, it's B and E, plain and simple.

He violated his parole.

- You can't f*** around with this guy.

- It's not that easy.

- Agnes, please.

- Agnes...

- Can you see it?

- What?

- Do you see the bug?

- Yeah.

- Agnes?

- Can you tell what it's doing?

- No, it's kind of...

- It's feeding.

- Feeding? On what?

- My blood. It's feeding off my blood.

- So you're saying that...

- I'm saying it's feeding off my blood.

- It's a parasite.

- Well, we knew that.

No, we knew they were biting.

Bugs bite for different reasons, see.

- These are biting for food.

- None of this stuff's working?

No, they're immune to the sprays.

Thought they might be coke bugs.

- Couldn't find any in Agnes' stash.

- "Coke bugs"?

- Bugs you sometimes find in cocaine.

- There are no bugs in cocaine.

The DEA sprays the larva

on the coca plantations

in South America, Central America.

They're genetically engineered

to survive the purification process.

If they can't wipe out the drugs,

they want to wipe out the users.

You didn't know about this?

That's hard to believe.

Thanks for telling me.

Well, they don't get to all of us.

You don't have them.

I told you, I checked.

Believe me, if you had them...

- You've had them before?

- You ask a lot of questions.

- Maybe we should take this to a lab.

- A lab? What for?

- Well, find out what it is.

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