Catch Hell Page #2

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I'm Diana's husband.

I have no idea

what you're talking about.

Oh, you'll remember.

I'll make sure we remember...

together.

Please!

I didn't do

what you think I did!

I don't know any Diana!

Are you listening to me?!

I don't know her!

What are you doing with that?

These are bolt cutters.

They'd cut through anything.

They'd cut you

free of them chains

or snap through

your bones like twigs.

But I'm gon' use 'em to

chop off something a lot softer.

Oh, no, no...

I'm gon' take something

from you now, boy!

No, no!

Yeah!

No, no, no!

No, no!

No!

Mike, I got it.

What are you doing?

I'm gon' cut his

f***ing balls off!

Oh, you don't

wanna do that, Mike.

He'll bleed to death

right there on the floor.

I thought you wanted to keep

him alive for a little while.

Get the f*** off me!

Junior, hand me

that gator thumper.

Which one?

The big 'UN,

right there! Get it!

F***. What the f*** is that?

Now you ain't never gonna

touch what ain't yours again.

Oh!

Sh*t.

Thought you was dead.

You ain't moved in a day.

Here, take this.

Take it.

Don't-don't spit it.

Go on, swallow it down now.

If you don't,

pain's gonna

kill you 'fore he does.

It's just an Oxy.

You made it.

You remember her yet?

No, man, I swear.

I've been really

f***ed up the past few years.

There's so much sh*t I don't...

Bullshit!

Dark hair, 5'6,

worked on your movie!

In wardrobe?

Even if I did

do anything with her,

I would have had no

idea she was married, man.

I wouldn't do that.

I would never knowingly

f*** another guy's wife!

Oh, yeah?

What's your password?

What?

Junior?

"2259."

You know, man,

you work together

with somebody

on a movie set

for a couple months,

you don't know

their whole life.

You don't erase your sh*t, huh?

"Okay, sexy,

just tell him you're out with

your girlfriends." Tell who?

I don't even know when

I would have written that, man.

"Last night was insane.

I want more."

That's not what it sounds like.

"That was the best..."

Oh...

Who's that?

It's that actress...

buck naked.

You know the one.

He used to date her.

Look, there's another.

Now, I have seen

her in something.

Oh... lookie here.

What's that one?

It's him...

naked like a "B."

Hey, what's your

computer password?

"Evolution."

What?

"Evolution."

How do you spell it?!

"E-v-o-l-

u-t-i-o-n."

Come on.

Get some. It's good.

I don't want any, bro.

It's good.

It smells like sh*t.

Come on,

get you a couple.

No, thank you.

You should at least

get another Oxy in you,

maybe some water.

Come on. Go ahead.

What the f***

are you doing?!

You feedin' him?!

He don't need nothing!

You were right.

They lookin' for you.

About 100 missed calls,

texts.

"Regan, it's Caroline.

Where are you? Butch said

you left with a friend

before your pickup time.

Please get back to me."

Well, I'll be...

You really are

something special.

Or maybe all the attention's

'cause, see, what we did,

while you was

having some quiet time,

we're sending them

pretty pictures

from your cell phone

out to a couple big websites.

Junior knows 'em all.

He is a halfwit,

but one half knows

computer sh*t somehow.

Anyway, they loved 'em.

Look at this. It's everywhere:

Radar Online, TMZ, Perez Hilton,

even CNN, Huffington Post.

"Another celebrity

cell phone hacked."

Hey, they saying it was

his cell phone got hacked.

They don't think it was him.

Well, get on his

Twitter and tell 'em that way.

He got one.

You twitter, f*ggot?

Don't worry, I'll make sure

you get the credit.

Time to feed the gators!

Mike, get in here!

Look, come check it out.

Oh!

We got us a tree shaker!

"Pearce tweets

responsibility for photo leaks.

Tells Hollywood Jews

to go f*** themselves."

I added that.

Why do you even f***ing

care about doing this sh*t?

Why don't you just kill me?

Oh, not yet.

First, I'm gon'

destroy you,

the way you did me.

I'm gon' take your life

and reputation from you,

humiliate your ass publically,

make sure the world thinks

you're the biggest

piece of sh*t on the planet.

Then I'm gon' kill you.

You gon' die

knowing you hated.

I mean, it's working so far!

They think you lost it!

Saying you committed

public suicide.

Guess it won't be a surprise

when you turn up dead.

But first,

I wrote you a little something

for your outgoing

cell phone message.

It's a kind of, um...

script.

And you gon' read it

and you gon' make me believe it.

Or I'm gon' split you...

and watch you die slow.

Nobody talks like this.

Come on, man,

you can do better than that.

I'm f***ed anyway.

You wanna make

'em think I'm crazy,

let's get f***ing crazy.

This sh*t is weak.

Junior, give me

that f***ing phone.

Hey, hey, hey!

I'm not as dumb as you think.

What is it?

"2259."

Go on.

Yo, this is Regan.

Don't bother calling

this number anymore.

I'm out. Basically,

f*** you to everybody.

Kristy!

Especially the Jews,

for all the sins you

committed against the world.

Praise be to Allah.

I die an enlightened man.

Yeah!

You workin'

for me now, boy.

A major Hollywood scandal

unfolding this afternoon.

Actor Regan Pearce,

best known for the Oscar

winning ensemble drama Volume

and the hit dark comedy

Crimes Against Us,

allegedly posting naked

photos of his famous exes

last last night

on the internet.

Then today, Pearce

took to his Twitter feed,

claiming responsibility

for the leaks,

and then later, unleashing

an anti-Semitic tirade

against Hollywood.

Now, Pearce is

no stranger to bad press.

He has a minor arrest record,

including a DUI,

destruction of property,

and most recently

concluded an extended stay

at a Montana rehab facility,

where it appeared that

his life was back on track

and he was back to work.

But today's behaviour

indicates a meltdown

of Sheen-like proportions.

Pearce, who was in

Shreveport, Louisiana,

to start filming his

new movie Flashpoints,

has not reported for work

and has not been

seen since Wednesday.

Pearce's publicist Nicole Perna

issuing this statement

just moments ago:

"The person responsible

for these actions and comments

is not the Regan Pearce

his family and friends know.

We hope to be in

contact with him shortly

to get him the help

that he needs."

You done real good

with that message.

You should be an actor.

But now you gon'

tell me a real story.

Of course you'd be a cop.

Ex-cop.

I work in security now.

Got dismissed from the force

about a year and a half ago.

Don't you want to know why?

Got me on a heavy domestic.

They took my badge.

I did a year.

Lost my house.

Can't see my kids no more.

And almost everyone I knew

turned they backs on me.

And that's all

because of the story

you gon' tell me right now.

Story of the first time

you f***ed my wife.

You hearin' me, boy?

I want every detail!

Each and every

thing you did to her

and every thing she did to you.

You hearin' me, f*ggot?!

F***ing p*ssy.

Whoo-ee!

I do got to say,

they always got you

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