Butcher Boys Page #4

You ass-Wipe cock junkie!

What business?

What literature?

You're butchers!

[BELLOWS]

Butchers.

Butchers?

Well, maybe in the literal sense

of the word.

You have a point.

Kiss my pekingese ass!

And bring on the marching band!

Whoo-Hoo!

[BELLOWING]

[LAUGHING]

Must we behave like yahoos?

Please.

This is ridiculous.

It's absolutely absurd.

You want to know what this is?

These guys are fiends.

They're addicts.

They're junkies.

No way to live!

Yeah.

It's no way to live.

You know what?

I'm tired of your punk ass.

Little buddy!

Oh, ho!

That's what they call you,

right?

[CHUCKLING]

Interesting.

You're afraid of him,

aren't you?

[SOFT LAUGHTER]

All your f***ing friends

know it.

[SNARLS]

[LAUGHTER]

Even I know it.

[LAUGHTER]

I'll do it!

I'll do it!

That ain't cool.

You f***ed up!

Go ahead.

Do it.

You'd be doing him a favor.

[BELLOWS]

What's the matter,

little buddy?

Too much woman for you?

You got to redeem yourself!

You better f***ing kill me.

Anything for you, sweetie.

[YELLING]

You little b*tch!

I ain't dead yet, b*tch!

[SCREAMS]

[YELLS]

[ZAPPING]

Ah!

Back up, shitbirds!

The doctor is in the house.

This is how it's done.

You can trust me, darling.

I'm a doctor.

[PANTING]

[MAKING KISSING SOUNDS]

Darling?

Darling, now, come on.

You know we was only joking.

Come on.

[CHUCKLING]

Stop it.

Back up, short bus.

[MUFFLED SPEECH]

Why is this funny?

This isn't funny.

It's buffoonery.

Blow it out your ass.

God damn it!

I'll tell you what!

You get your little cookie back

Before I find a way!

[PANTING]

Sh*t!

Tricky, tricky, tricky, tricky!

[HATCH CLANGS]

[PANTING]

[GRUNTING]

[SCREAMS]

[LAUGHING]

[SHRIEKS]

[LAUGHING]

Come on!

[WHIMPERING]

[SNARLS]

[SCREAMS]

[WHIMPERING]

[SNARLING AND JABBERING]

[PANTING]

[GRUNTING]

F***.

[YELPS]

Out of that hole, catfish.

You know I smelled you

down there.

[GUNSHOT]

[COUGHING]

[WHIMPERING]

I'm here to help you.

Carl wayne skrabarcek.

Robstown, Texas.

I'm lookin' for my little girl.

Teenaged white female.

Goes by the name of Rachel.

If you see anybody that matches

that description,

I'd appreciate a heads-Up.

Okay.

I should inform you

That I am licensed

by the state of Texas

To carry a concealed weapon.

We need to call for help.

Do you have a cell phone?

[LAUGHS] wouldn't matter.

I ain't goin' nowhere.

[LAUGHS]

'Cept down that skinny hole.

[GUNSHOTS]

Wait, wait, wait!

You're gonna lost.

It's like a maze in there.

[DOOR CREAKS]

[GUNSHOTS]

[WHIMPERING]

Every man for himself!

Wait!

They have guns!

Please come back!

Fun is fun,

but I don't want any slip-Ups.

[BREATHING JAGGEDLY]

[GROANS]

[YELPS]

[GRUNTS]

[PANTING]

[SCHMALTZY LOBBY MUSIC]

[FLOORBOARD CREAKS]

[MUFFLED CHATTER]

[MUFFLED] f*** you, man.

[MUFFLED LAUGHTER]

[MUTTERS SOFTLY]

[MUFFLED SCREAMING]

Get her up.

Get her up.

Come on.

[SHRIEKING]

God damn it.

Oh, you'll bruise

the goddamn meat, you stupid...

[ZAPPING]

Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

Doc!

You got to f***ing stop, doc!

Doc!

Do not f*** with me, doc!

You pick that meat up!

Get off me.

Get the f*** back!

You're gonna pay,

you little f***!

Yeah! Yeah!

It's my turn, old man!

Come on!

Come here!

Ah, sh*t!

It's okay.

It's all right.

It's just all just

a big misunderstanding.

- Are you Rachel?

- Yeah.

I met some weird man

who's looking for you.

Maybe he can help us.

Ah, f***ing Carl wayne.

It has to be.

The only reason

he wants me back

Is so him and my mom

can molest me.

Do you know how

to get out of here?

Oh, no, no, no.

It's okay.

All we have to do

is find my boyfriend.

I just have to explain to him

that it wasn't my fault.

I mean, I'm practically

like their daughter-In-Law.

It's because he thinks

I had my miscarriage on purpose.

But really, he's very sweet.

Oh, this is impossible.

[LOUD THUMPING]

Look, just let me

just find him, okay?

Shh!

You do anything stupid,

Open your mouth,

I'll rip your f***ing tits off.

Shh!

Shh! Shh!

Okay?

Okay?

Let's go.

[CLUCKING TONGUE]

Napping on the job, are we?

[SPITS]

Government piece of sh*t.

[CRUNCHING]

[MUFFLED CHATTER]

Sh*t!

No, no!

[LAUGHTER]

[YIPS SOFTLY]

[MOANING]

[YELPS]

Forgive the disturbance,

chairman.

It won't happen again.

The f*** does he think he is?

"Not a taste"?

F*** that.

I want what I want.

I want it now,

And I want a shitload of it!

[BREATHING JAGGEDLY]

Guess what, little buddy.

Crack!

[DOOR THUMPS]

[URINATING]

[SIGHS]

[DOOR BANGS SHUT]

[BREATHING JAGGEDLY]

[SHRIEKS]

[SOBS]

[WHIMPERING]

[SQUEALS]

Me?

I'm for lighting

the f***ing fuse.

Hey, we have something

in common.

Why the f*** not?

'Cause that's when

it's all gonna get real.

And you don't want to miss that.

Right?

[GASPS]

I get the munchies sometimes.

It happens.

What are you up to,

little buddy?

F*** are you?

F*** am I?

The f*** are you?

[GRUNTING AND THUMPING]

I said no!

[GRUNTING AND THUMPING]

[PORCELAIN SHATTERING]

[MUFFLED MUTTERING]

[GASPING]

[PANTING]

[MUTTERING]

Junk on the run.

Junk on the run!

Junk!

[THUMPING]

[RECORD PLAYER CRACKLING]

[MELODRAMATIC CLASSICAL MUSIC]

[WHIMPERING]

You better run, b*tch!

Here I come.

I'm on your ass!

[WHIMPERING]

[LAUGHING]

[PANTING]

Junk on the run!

[PANTING AND YELPING]

[CHAIN SAW ROARING]

[SCREAMS]

No!

[CHAIN SAW REVVING]

[GRUNTS]

[SHRIEKING]

[GRUNTS]

[SOBBING]

[COUGHS]

[MUSIC STOPS]

[MOANS]

Go to sleep, little b*tch.

Her eyes bugged out her head.

I cranked that b*tch.

Fun's over.

We got a business to run.

Now, you didn't think

we didn't have any security,

Did you, darlin'?

We was just funnin' you.

Stumbled upon a mass grave

in an abandoned rock quarry

West of san Antonio

early Thursday morning.

So far, no fewer than 300

badly burned

And mutilated bodies

have been recovered.

Precinct four

sheriff Jesus Maldonado, junior,

Said the killings

appear to be the work

Of a Mexican drug cartel.

According to Maldonado,

The cartels have merged

with Texas prison gangs

And control large swathes

of south Texas...

[GLASS SHATTERS]

Along the Mexican border.

There's a guy on the roof.

Look!

Oh, my god.

Think he's gonna jump?

What's he doing?

I'm calling the cops.

[BELLOWING]

[MONITOR BEEPING]

No, wait, wait!

[SCREAMING]

Wait, wait wait!

Wake up, wake up, wake up!

He's wakin' up.

- [SNARLS]

- Wake him up.

Told you it wasn't over.

What did you think,

That we were really

gonna let you go?

[BELLOWS]

Shut up!

Shut the hell up.

You junkies make me sick.

Can you hear me?

Get me out of here right now!

[BELLOWS]

I apologize.

I am terribly sorry.

Stop talking to her.

It's not supposed

to be like this.

[ROARS]

Not like this.

It's impossible.

I give up.

[POUNDING]

They're animals.

The f*** you think you are?

You ain't sh*t,

you junkie fudge packer.

He thinks he's charming.

About f***ing time too.

[BELLOWS]

Please, you have to do

something.

Oh, he's gonna do something.

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