Deadgirl

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Hey, yo, JT. Man, what word

starts with "F" and ends with "U-C-K"?

Come on.

Fire truck, man.

What are you, eight?

Man it's too hot for this sh*t.

F***in' drills.

Hey, Bar go long. Come on.

Whoa!

What are you staring at?

Johnny.

Rickie, she's just a

waste of your time, man.

No, man.

She's not so bad.

Sorry. Here you go.

Hey, let's blow this. C'mon..

Nobody will notice.

Let's get outta here.

Alright.

Rickie's cuttin' class, man.

I can't hardly believe it.

Well, you better believe it now.

Sh*t, man, I just keep thinking all the

fun stuff you're missing, you know.

You're missing uh,

the f***in', gay coach Hankens.

And f***in' f*ggot gym showers and f***in'

queer jock motherfuckers

f***in' with you all day long.

You missed all those things.

I know you do.

- Yeah?

- Yeah, you miss that, right?

Joann Skinner.

Oh Rickie!

Rickie, Rickie, Rickie.

Come on, man! Let that sh*t go!

Come on, man, let it up!

Rickie!!!

Rickie you got to get

over that sh*t, man!

Fourth grade's a long time ago.

You lost Joann to puberty

and you ain't gettin' her back.

You should have f***ed her when you were

nine when you had the chance, boy!

Look, man, what are we gonna do?

All right, all right,

all right, all right.

Quit you're whining.

Look, I brought some brews.

- Oh yeah.

- All right, but not right here.

Let's go to the nuthouse.

Whaddya say?

What, the nuthouse?

The nuthouse, man?

Why would you want to go there?

'Cause it's f***in' hot out.

You've got a better idea?

I guess not, man.

JT, man, aren't there any

security guards there or something?

There's no f***ing

security guards, man.

The place is dead.

The place is deader than dead.

Come on.

We always talked about goin' in there.

Lets do it.

The place is f***ing huge.

Think of all the crazies that lived here.

You trying to scare me?

Oh, man. I'm just saying.

All the drugs they used to serve out here.

Sh*t.

Keep us floating for a lifetime.

- Hell yeah.

- Right!

Hey!

I think it's time for some warm beer.

Yeah!

Alright, Rick.

It's not as scary as

it looks on the outside, man.

- Uh-huh.

- Kind of like it here.

I bet you would,

f***ing padded walls and all.

F***ing dick.

Well, it sure beats hangin' out

in that parking lot. That's for sure.

You want to see real scary though?

You gotta go down to the tunnel.

These tunnels, they go to all

the other buildings, that way

they wouldn't have to take the

real dangerous patients outside

to get them to a different cell or something.

They never went outside?

Not the murderers.

Or the real f***ed-up ones.

They kept murderers in here man?

JT.

C'mon man, where'd you go?

Boo!

Ha ha!

What are you, eight?

Oh, come on.

You were scared just a little bit.

Quit f***ing around, JT.

It didn't work a second ago

and it ain't working now.

JT.

I'm not doing anything.

What the hell is that?

Oh, sh*t.

I thought you said there

weren't any guard dogs.

That ain't no guard dog.

Run, run!!!

Holy sh*t!

Sh*t!

Man, I haven't been that scared since those

cop chased us down on the Fourth of July.

Yeah, well I'd rather deal with

pissed-off pigs than pissed-off dogs.

Come on.

There's gotta be a way out of here.

There's got to be.

I think I see a door down here.

Man, it looks like a dead end.

Oh yeah. There's definitely

a door back here, Rickie.

Where do you think that goes?

I hope it goes out of here.

Darn it!

Come here and help me move this stuff.

It's locked JT. I -

That's not locked, just rusted shut.

Come here and help me, man.

Push.

Push boy.

Push harder, man.

Put your back into it.

JT, what the f*** is going on, man?

Hey.

What is it?

Holy sh*t!

JT, what the hell, man?

What's going on?

What is it?

Holy sh*t.

What?

You're never going to believe this, Ricky.

Holy sh*t, man.

Yeah, I told you.

What the f*** is she doing down here JT?

- She...you think she's f***in...

- There's one way to find out.

Holy sh*t.

Holy sh*t, man.

What the f*** is she doing out here?

Oh my God.

She didn't just tie herself to that f***ing bed.

Man, that's for sure.

Well, we better get out of here, man.

- We gotta -

- Sh-sh-sh.

We got to get the f*** out of here.

Just hold on a second, bro.

Hold on a second.

There's a f***ing naked woman, man.

Lets go.

Oh sh*t.

We gotta get out of here JT!

Hold on a second.

All right.

Now, we had to pry

that door open, right?

You saw it yourself.

- Yeah.

- It was rusted shut, remember?

And we've been out here all day.

There ain't nobody here but us, right?

- Right?

- Alright. Good man.

Good. Now, let's free the f***ing girl and

get the f*** out of here, man. Please.

Don't.

JT, cut it out!

Cut it out.

Hey!

JT, man, maybe some girl

has been missing, right?

I mean, there could be some kind

of reward or something, you know?

We could keep her.

What?

Keep her, man?

What?

JT, man. Keep her?

Just till tonight.

Tomorrow.

JT, keep her?

She's like someone in a magazine.

What are talking about man?

Let's go!

Look at her.

I can spend all day

looking at that body.

Jesus f***ing Christ!

She is beautiful.

I mean... Jesus, JT, this is stupid, man.

We gotta free the girl and

get the f*** outta here. Please, man.

I'm begging you.

What are you doing, man. Come on.

Well, that's nice man.

You got come here and

you're going to feel that.

Come here and feel it.

Come here and feel that.

Come here just feel it man.

There's no way I'm gonna f***ing...

Your loss.

JT cut it out man, seriously.

Just f*** off for me, man.

No, man.

What you're doing man?

What the f*** JT!

What the f*** has

gotten into you, man?

What the f***'s gotten into you, man?

Look, man. Look at that chick.

You're f***ing sick, man.

You don't want any of this

just go and get out here.

You were never here,

as far as I'm concerned.

Go on.

Just get out... get out of here.

Ma, you home?

- 911 what's your emergency?

- Damn, what happened to your face?

Where is my mom at?

Well, she picked up an extra shift today.

She said she'd be home

around midnight.

Yeah. Well, what are you doing here, Clint?

Your mom said it be all right,

if I stick around for a few weeks.

Man, I hope you gave as

good as you got, man.

You got to stand up to these bastards and give

it to them worse than they gave it to you, hmm?

In this world, you can't let

other people fight your battles for you.

It's called TCB, Rickie, huh?

Taking care of business.

That's great f***ing advice, Clint.

I mean, thank you.

Especially coming from a f***ing alcoholic

who can't even pay his f***ing rent.

Hey, why don't you drink

some more of mom's beers

and then tell me about being real man, huh?

You know what Ricky?

Why the attitude, man?

I'm just trying to help you.

Well, gee whiz Clint, thank you.

You know what? It was your god damned mom's

idea for me to talk to you in the first place.

I know all the talking in the world

is not going to make you be a man.

You got to do it yourself.

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