Dirty Page #7

do you know

of any illegal activity

in this department?

No.

Great.

How'd it go? How the f***

you think it went, man?

Huh.

They're just fishing.

They got dick on us.

Woman knows that.

Right, so what

are we gonna do now?

Let's go to that apartment.

Might be missing something.

Man, f*** that place.

He's not gonna go back there.

You got a better idea?

Huh, Einstein?

I'd rather go to Jerry's house.

Hello, detectives.

A**hole.

No f***ing way.

You're dead.

Not quite.

Although I could use

a tan I guess.

Yeah, get on the ground.

Okay, okay.

Wow.

I'm not resisting.

(CHRISTOPHER GROANS)

Keep it calm.

Go smooth.

Go smooth.

(GROANING CONTINUES)

easy. Okay.

Go to piece on him.

You're f***ing dead.

You know, you're really

gonna have to get past that

if we're gonna move

on from here.

Really?

You're gonna blow my brains out?

In front

of a police station no less?

No. No.

I don't think so.

Just take a breath,

and let's be civilized a moment.

There is so much

that we need to discuss.

(COUGHS)

How 'bout we go

for a drive, gentlemen?

Where the f*** are we going?

Gonna get your money, duh.

He really isn't

the quickest one, is he?

East on Ventura,

driver if you will.

What do you think?

If I smell anything

bad back there,

I'm gonna bury you

in the desert.

And I'm not

gonna kill you first.

Oh, f***.

I like that idea.

BERG:
This is bullshit, man.

Where the f*** are we going?

20th and Alameda.

Then why the f***

didn't we take the freeway?

Cause then we wouldn't

have all this time to talk.

Hey a**hole,

nobody here's trying

to f***ing talk to you.

You're pathetic.

I'm pathetic? You are pathetic.

You f***ing moron.

Have you looked at yourself?

You're a f***ing junkie.

You had a family,

you had a life.

Now you're a junkie f***.

What happened

to that wife of yours?

Is she coming around?

She split.

Took my son when I went away.

Hey, that sucks.

Hey, what happened?

I thought you wanted to talk.

Are you guys not even

the least bit curious

how I got here

in the back of this car,

not buried somewhere

six feet under

burned to a crisp?

How'd you do it?

One of the guards took

a liking to me.

GUARD:
You really didn't

think that was the end of it

did you?

CHRISTOPHER:
So, I made

an arrangement with him.

In exchange for protection

and a few extra privileges.

Let's just say

he took his arrangement

a little too far.

I've got a long afternoon

planned for us.

I'm home, Lucy.

Don't worry, sweetie.

CHRISTOPHER:
In that moment,

something came over me.

This is not gonna take

nearly as long

as the last time.

CHRISTOPHER:
You can

only push a man so far.

F***ing die.

(GROANING)

There would have been

dental records.

There would have been

blood type.

There would have been

an autopsy.

How come nobody caught on?

As far as the dental records,

the funny thing about them is

they only really work

when the teeth and the jaw

are at least partially intact.

It was a necessary evil.

But you guys know

all about those, right?

Blood type.

As far as that one.

Turns out the late guard and I

seem to have

the same blood type.

I guess I got lucky

with that one.

Once the fire started

it wasn't that hard for me

to slip away unnoticed.

(SCREAMING)

BERG:
So, you burned your cellmate...

you mean my cellmate

who drunkenly murdered

his four-year-old goddaughter?

That one?

Yeah.

What? Don't be like that,

you guys.

I'd like to think

that you would have done

the same thing

under the same circumstances.

Where to?

Take a right.

Right here.

JACKSON:
So, you just disappeared?

Not that hard of a thing

to accomplish

if you try.

Why are you sticking

your head up now?

Detective, I can't tell you

how much I hate spoilers.

Hey, berg,

this is f***ing bullshit, man.

It's a trap.

Come on, man.

You got a better idea?

Yeah.

That's the spirit.

Come on, let's get this money

and get the f*** out of here.

What? I guess

we're not gonna get

the families together

for a little BBQ?

Oh, come on, berg.

What do ya say?

You got someone special

in your life these days?

Open up the f***ing gate.

Welcome to my humble abode.

Where's the f***ing money?

Where's the money?

Where is it?

Where is...

You're so pushy.

God, relax.

Where is it?

Okay.

Easy.

Is he always this impatient?

BERG:
You know what?

You need to tell me

where the god damn money is.

Where is it?

Okay.

It's over there.

In that cabinet.

Don't bullshit me.

Yeah, all right.

Okay, cool.

Uh-huh. Uh-huh.

Yes, yes. Yes!

(LAUGHING)

ah, sh*t.

Oh, yes.

Oh, f***.

Yes, baby.

Yes, baby.

Huh, told you,

I'd bring you to it.

Oh, my god.

It's a beautiful thing, man.

You're a beautiful dude.

You're a man of your word.

He's wonderful.

And you know what,

I got like a finder's fee

for you.

Yeah, here it is right here.

(GUNSHOT)

(GASPING)

You shot me?

Yes, I did, I shot you.

First you frame me.

And now you shoot me, again.

You know,

I'm really starting to think

that I'm the one

doing all the giving

in this relationship.

Yeah, last time,

I'm sorry, I shot you wrong.

But I got you right this time.

Right in the liver

and you're gonna die.

And I'm gonna watch you die.

Hey, man.

JACKSON:
Huh?

Go and put that sh*t in the car.

All right.

(CHRISTOPHER LAUGHING)

What the f*** is so funny?

It's just, it's just you two.

It really doesn't take long

to see

who wears the pants

in this relationship.

Oh. Well, you enjoy

f***ing death,

we don't have time

for your bullshit.

I guess you don't want

to see the DVD then.

BERG:
What DVD?

(GASPING)

Wouldn't you like to know?

That DVD means sh*t to me

when you're f***ing dead.

No. No.

Not that DVD.

What the f***

are you talking about, man?

Uh-oh.

It's all fun and games

until somebody gets hurt.

You better start making

some f***ing sense.

Or what? Huh?

You're gonna kill me twice?

It's on my desk.

Ah, man, come on.

Blue case. I can't believe

we're dealing with this bullshit.

Come on, we gotta get

the f*** outta here.

Yeah, right there.

Attaboy.

BERG:
Hey, hello, we gotta get

the f*** outta here.

Shut up.

It's only gonna take a f***ing second.

Hey, I can't believe

you're going along

with this bullshit.

You were in my house.

Some detective.

That's my f***ing wife.

I swear to god if you hurt her,

I'm gonna f***ing kill you.

BERG:
(ON VIDEO)

You've been bad, haven't you?

Oh, yeah. (MOANS)

you've been a bad girl.

By George, I think he's got it.

KAREN:
(ON VIDEO) Oh, f*** me!

What? What?

Oh, f*** me! F*** me!

(DVD PLAYER SMASHES)

Hey, hey, whoa.

Whoa. Hold on.

Look at this, man.

Look at a what

he's trying to do.

I can't, I'm too busy

watching you f*** my wife.

Come on, if it's

any consolation, my man,

I can tell you this,

she loves you.

She still loves you.

Shut up!

Shut the f*** up!

You don't get to talk about her!

You wanna put down that gun?

If you f***ing

tell me what to do

I'm gonna f***ing murder you.

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