Crank: High Voltage Page #2

Are you talking about Johnny Vang?

Do you know Johnny Vang?

I know his ass.

He's got that box with him all the time.

That box. I need it.

I can bet on my grandma's coochie he's

at the horse track.

Dude, you gonna put Johnny Vang on ice?

Maybe.

That's so f***in' sexy.

F***in' dead.

Didn't they cuff you?

Damn it. Do me.

I'll do you.

B*tch.

I got to get a hold--

I've got to call Doc.

I need a cell phone.

Why didn't you just say it?

I have a cell phone.

Here.

You got a cell phone.

I got you.

Okay?

You've got to work for the things that--

Chevy?

I lost the belt battery, Doc.

How long ago?

Over an hour.

Jesus Christ, that's not f***in'

possible, Chevy.

You should be dea-- F***, never mind.

Look...it's a wireless system,

so any kind of low-level electrical

shock to your skin should juice it.

At least temporarily.

Hey, Chev I'm a certified heart surgeon.

Well, I... I was.

I lost my license after I f***ed up

my ex-wife's vaginal rejuvenation

procedure in our basement.

That's irrelevant right now.

The point is if you can get

hold of your heart,

I'm reasonably sure I can

put it back in for you.

Okay, Doc.

I'll be in touch when I find that

Chinese cocksucker that's got me pump.

That you even had to choose

between Phyllis and me.

Chinese?

Sharon, I just shut down, okay?

I couldnt think.

I couldnt feel.

Hey, Chocolate would you get off your

fat ass and get dressed?

Why?

Do you have any idea...how silly

Is Doc Miles gonna have to choke a b*tch?

Do you know that I was waiting for

those results, too?

I needed to put things in perspective.

Oh, you needed? I see, you needed.

I think I know who we're dealing with.

That's how you do things now.

''Hell, no, we won't blow!''

For f***'s sake move!

Jesus. Sh*t!

What the f***!

Sh*t!

That's right!

You're gonna pay me by the inch, b*tch!

You make a living!

We want to make a living!

You carry a weapon!

We carry weapons... in our pants.

Sick and tired of this!

Pay me my f***in' wages, mother f***ers!

Droppin' loads on all of

your silly wages!

They need their money.

What, do you want me to f*** this car?

What, do you want me to f*** this car?

Suck my f***in' tits!

Get off the car.

I'm gonna bang that b*tch in the back!

Hi.

We're just sick and tired of this!

Just because it's porn

doesn't mean we all

want to do it! We like to

get paid for it!

This is a weird scene.

We've got pissed-off beaver everywhere.

We're on pursuit.

Whoa!

''Oh!''

C*nt!

Sit!

Good--

I'm just makin' sure. Whatever.

Dude, he's totally doing

what he's supposed to.

Well, he's got to know who's in charge.

Dude!

Come on!

He's gonna eat somebody's baby

and you're gonna be in--

No, dude, chill.

Uh, you're gonna get sued.

He's totally doing what he's supposed.

to be doing. Come on.

Whatever. I wanted a cat.

F***!

See? Way better than a cat, man.

Whatever.

Who's this f***in' a**hole?

You pair of sausage-Nigels.

How do you sleep at night?

Who is this guy?

I'm from PETA.

This is animal cruelty, you f***ers.

Hello, there.

Hey, give that back, you liberal freak.

Yeah-Yeah-Yeah-Yeah.

Um... Dude.

F***in' shame on you two.

That's two hundred and fifty dollars.

I tell you.

You pair of c*nts.

Press the f***ing button.

Well, take it back.

Hit him.

Not so bad.

Disgusting.

Morning.

Mom would be so proud.

Sorry about that.

Give me that thing.

No.

Yeah, there you go. Go on.

Ruff, ruff, ruff ruff, ruff ruff!

If you don't press that f***in' button,

you're goin' in the pond.

I'm pressing it. Press it!

Come on, what's the matter?

F***in' wake up!

Make him press the button you--

Give him the f***in'--

What are you, f***in' useless?

Hey! No problem.

Stop right there!

Stop!

Oh, sh*t.

Oh. See, that's what I told you.

My f***in' nuts!

Get him off!

It's all right!

Will our insurance cover that?

Stop it!

Freeze! Get down! Get down!

Turn around! Get down!

What the f*** is that around your neck?

Get down on the ground!

Show me your--

Are you f***in' kidding me?

Kaylo?

Get on!

Both of you down on the ground now!

Get down! Get down!

Get off that f***in' moped!

Kaylo, I thought you were dead.

My name's Venus.

I'm from Hollywood.

Kaylo was my brother.

Brother?

No sh*t.

Hey, what the f***

did you hit me for, anyway?

I have a condition.

FBT, Full Body Tourette's.

I can't control myself.

Jesus!

F***!

What the f***?

Hey, listen, I'm sorry about your brother,

but I need to get to the

Hollywood Park racetrack.

And I mean right the f*** now.

What's the matter,

are you hurIln' or something?

Is that where they're at?

Who?

The ill suckers that killed my brother.

You're Chev ''The Cheese'' Chelios, right?

The sickest, most wickedest motherf***er

that ever vaporized a motherf***er

in cold blood, right?

Yeah. That's me.

Yeah. So we're gonna get those suckers--

Get a grip on yourself.

It's already done.

Huh?

It's done.

I already took care of

the ones that did Kaylo.

But... AII of them?

AII of them.

D-E-A-D. Brown bread.

Right Said Fred?

Simply Red.

I see.

Well, don't look so gloomy, Elvis.

I can assure you they did

not die pleasantly.

No...you don't understand.

It's a matter of honor.

It should have been me to

avenge my brother's death.

Well...so long, Chelios.

My brain hurts.

There is one I never got to on account

of I could never find him.

The one that calls himself ''The Ferret.''

EI Huron?

You know him?

No. It means ''The Ferret'' in Spanish.

Right. Yeah, I knew that.

Listen, you want to find the dude that

made your brother dead, you find him.

Chev?

Racetrack.

You're here.

That you, Chelios?

I'm runnin' on empty, Doc.

Same here, buddy.

I think I need to stick

my dick in a socket.

I don't recommend that.

But friction...

Friction?

Yeah. Skin-on-skin contact

creates static electricity.

You're f***in' kidding me, right?

Dude...the friction of two like objects

causes a transfer of electrons.

Science one-oh-one, Chevy.

You probably ditched that class. I did.

Find someone to rub against.

It's gonna help.

Well, it's not gonna hurt.

Terrific race.

That's a great horse, mate.

What the f***, man?

What the f***?

What are you doin'?

Mate, that was all you.

Yo, man!

F***in' Doc.

Hey there, mister!

Somebody stop him! Stop him!

Chev? Oh!

Look, my horse! My horse!

Get out of there!

Scram!

Please.

Hey, oink-oink, chill out.

He's just had too many drinks.

I got him. Okay? Go about your business.

AII right, then.

Honey, let's go.

My heart.

Oh, I love you, too.

Honey, come on, over here.

Are you okay?

Is it the Chinese poison?

Friction.

Doc said, friction.

Chev.

Friction. Friction?

I'll give you friction.

Yeah.

Oh.

Babe.

Babe, what are you doin'?

Yeah. I know how this game works.

Oh, yes, work it, baby.

Okay.

Yeah. F***!

Keep goin', doll.

Rub it, baby.

Yeah rub it!

Okay good.

Rub it!

Oh, my God.

It's gross.

Hey!

No!

Oh!

Oh, baby.

F***, it's workin', Eve!

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