Carnage Park

- The world's a funny place, you know?

They say a man ain't a man

until he's found a purpose.

Created a routine.

Finds somethin' worth livin' for.

Few years back

Commander-In-Chief put forth an initiative.

Sumbitch claimed that the

psychiatric institutes

across this great nation

didn't have to honor certain

obligations no more.

Not even to the folks that gave their lives

and bled for god's country.

They say the American dream's dead.

Well, sir, some folks might get mad..

...some folks might even

wanna take a little revenge.

'Cause idle hands..

Well... They're the devil's playground.

The Bible says so, so it must be true.

But... Either way..

...out here..

...there's one thing that's certain.

God don't pick no favorites.

- Oh, no.

No. Please stop.

No, no, no!

- He f***ing killed me and shot me, Joe!

I'm f***in' dying, Joe.

- Nobody's dying in here.

- They f***in' killed me.

- They didn't kill you.

- Don't let me die, Joe.

- It's gonna hurt like

hell but you're okay.

- He f***in' killed me.

He f***in' killed me!

They didn't kill you.

It f***in' burns, Joe!

- It's alright, Lenny.

F***, f***in' just stop it!

It's all there, we did it, Lenny.

- Let me out of this f***in' car, Joe!

We ain't gonna make it, man.

- Hey, stop talkin' like that, you hear me?

- This wasn't f***ing worth it, Joe.

- We're sticking to the plan, Lenny!

- Can't feel nothing, Joe.

- I can't feel nothing, Joe!

- Just breathe.

It's 'cause you're not breathing, Lenny.

Breathe, breathe and talk to me.

- You feel that?

- Come on, now..

- Damn it, Lenny, just do it.

- I'm f***ed. Oh, f***.

I can't see sh*t, Joe.

- It's okay.

Just talk to me, talk to me, Lenny.

- F***, this wasn't worth it, Joe.

This just wasn't f***in' worth it.

- Stop talking like that, alright?

I'm gonna get you to Darcy's.

He's gonna call his girl.

The one with the veterinarian

tattoo on her ass

and she's gonna fix you up, alright?

Okay?

She gonna set you straight, okay?

Okay, len?

Len..

Oh, god.

Damn it, len.

F***!

Let's go, buddy.

Get out.

- Please, please.

- Get out.

Come on.

Get out of the goddamn car, sweetheart.

- Please don't, no, no. Please don't

hurt me. Please, I'm begging you.

- Come on, come on, i need your help, okay?

Okay? I need your help.

- Oh, Jesus Christ.

- Oh, Jesus Christ!

- It's okay, it's okay.

There's a first time for everything.

Come on. Come on.

Shh.

Hey! Shh, shh, shh.

F***in' help me.

Don't hurt me, I'll hurt you.

Oh, sh*t. Just grab his other arm.

Right, right here, alright?

- Pick him up. - Yeah.

- Come on, grab him. Grab him.

F***! F***!

- Come on back now, you hear?

- Please, you don't need me.

- You heard me, woman.

- I'm begging you. - Huh? You see this?

- Just.. - You see this?

Fear not, this is your Bible

and it's only got one verse.

Do... Not... Run from me.

You understand? You understand?

- Yes.

- Good.

Don't make me hurt you now, sweetheart.

Come on. Let's go.

You pull that again..

That's how f***ing easy it is.

- F***ing a.

- What do you think?

- I think every second we stall

another person joins that crowd.

It's our time to shine, baby.

The world is ours.

It's our ticket, buddy.

- I'm not going back, Joe.

- You ain't going back, Lenny.

We ain't never going back.

That's why we're doing this.

Now, an old guard's immediately

to your left when you walk in.

You gotta take him out fast.

Sock in the gut will do it.

Don't kill him if you don't have to.

You ready?

- You sure about this?

- Yeah. It's now or never.

They're gonna get suspicious.

Now, debt documents lie right

next to the money vault.

I want you to stash as many as you can.

We'll be town heroes.

- Now them big corporate banks send out

those crazy motherfuckers to fetch

their f***ing stolen property.

Maybe these guys do it too, man.

Maybe it's not worth it. Maybe

it's just not cool right now.

- That's all hogwash.

We'll be long gone, anyway by

the time they get wind of this.

- You ready?

- F***ing a, Joe.

F***ing a, Joe. F***ing a, Joe.

F***ing a, Joe!

Are you ready, Joe?

- Laissez le bon rule! - Hoo! Lenny!

- Ready?

- Whoo!

- Good afternoon, everybody.

- Get on the f***ing ground!

- This here is a stick-up.

- Come on, let's roll him.

- What?

- Now.

Like your life depended on it, sweetheart.

Come on.

Okay.

Hard part's over. Get in.

- No.

- You gonna make me f***ing do this again.

I just threw my best friend

off the f***ing cliff!

- Just leave me.

- Get in the goddamn car!

Get in the f***ing car.

Why are you giving me

such a hard time, huh?

Let me get that for ya.

Yeah.

Worse than my f***ing ex-girlfriend.

- Goddamn!

Hotter than hell out here, ain't it?

They say it gets hotter the

closer you get to Mexico.

You ever been to Mexico, sweetheart?

- No.

- Well, Mexico..

It's a sight to see.

They got men down there

that'll follow you around

with guitars and trumpets

for a dollar a day.

It's like your own private marchin' band.

It makes things just..

...pleasant, just pleasant.

- I don't wanna go to Mexico.

I wanna go home.

I have to go home.

- Well, I'm afraid that's a

no-can-do type of situation, sugar.

We're on a tight schedule.

- You can just let me out here.

We're... Miles away from town.

I won't tell anybody, i

don't even know your name.

- Joe Clay.

Go on, take it.

Then we ain't strangers no more.

Oh, hell.

Now you can see the predicament we're in.

You know my name.

You know where we're goin'.

I'd be a fool to let you out now.

- Coward.

- What's that?

- You think you're charming?

You're a coward.

What kind of man would you

be without that gun, huh?

I know men like you, you

only know about Mexico

'cause you ran in there when

your number got called up

like a little p*ssy with

the tail between its legs.

You're a disgrace.

- What men?

Come on. I know you heard me.

What men?

You said you know men like me.

What men?

- My brother.

- Is he a runner?

- He left us, me and my daddy..

...with all the farm debt.

My daddy's old.

He got real sick.

- That's a real sad story.

- It's not a story. It's true.

- Well, I ain't no f***ing

draft dodger, sh*t kicker

like your good-for-nothin' brother.

You understand?

They call me scorpion Joe in the pen.

You know why?

- Why?

- Scorpion doesn't know why it sting.

It just does.

It's in its nature.

You make me mad, I'll sting ya.

You know, I gotta be

some kind of sick f***..

- Stay down.

Shh.

You hear anything?

- No, no! Get off of me!

- You son of a b*tch!

- Think this is a f***in' game?

F***ing cute, ain't it?

- No! No, no, no!

Get that off of me, get that

f***ing thing off of me.

Get it off of me!

Help! Help!

- Shh.

- Get it off of me!

- Don't go nowhere now, you hear?

Hey!

You think you got me, huh?

You think you could pitch scorpion Joe?

Come on, motherf***er, i know you're there!

You ain't getting the jump on old Joe Clay.

Not today.

Scorpion Joe's the greatest

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