D.O.A. Page #7

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with a nail gun.

I thought she found something out.

Don't you see?

I had to make sure that nobody knew

so that it could be mine...

so that everybody knows

that that book is mine!

- That was worth somebody's life?

- Yeah. My life.

Why should that kid

have all the breaks and not me?

Jesus, Dex, he was f***ing your wife,

for Christ's sake!

You should be glad that I killed him.

So, who you gonna kill

for your second novel?

All I need is just

that one bullshit break.

After this book comes out,

I can publish any damn thing I want.

And you can bet that I'm not gonna

rest on my laurels like you did.

Well, at least they were my laurels.

Why does it come so easy

to guys like you?

Big Dex. You just cruise in here,

help out poor little Hal on his outline

and then you waltz out of here.

You don't have a f***ing clue how hard

it is for me, how much I struggle.

I'm gonna have my shot!

I'm gonna know what it feels like!

No, you'll never know.

That feeling doesn't come from money.

It doesn't come from fame.

It comes from doing the work, Hal...

from realizing a vision.

You think you could

steal somebody else's passion?

All you got was paper and ink.

Passion?

Man, where do you get off

lecturing me about passion?

- You lost it.

- No. I got it back.

These last two days, I had it.

You had it, all right.

You had it and you pissed it away.

Man, Dex, you had a talent.

You had a talent others would--

Kill for?

Yeah, that's right. Kill for.

Isn't that what it's all about?

Publish or perish?

Perish.

Just somebody's homework.

That was all.

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