Girls Against Boys Page #2

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to talk to you.

Who is it, baby?

You can't just...

Come on.

What the f*** are you doing?

You can't just show up like this.

Okay, what?

What's going on?

What'd you wanna talk about?

- Never mind.

- I can't do this anymore, Shae.

I've told you already.

I have a family back there.

It's not fair on them.

It's not fair on you.

You okay?

Come on, I'll take you home.

No, Terry. Stop.

Hey, come on.

This is what you wanted, no?

You wanna fight me?

You wanna fight? Come on.

Go, please. Stop.

Stop it! Stop!

Get the f*** off me!

I don't know what you

want from me, Shae.

I really don't.

I'm sorry about the table.

I'm...

I'm sorry.

Hi.

I've always been interested...

I need to speak to someone

to report a crime.

Well, you've come

to the right place, sweetheart.

What sort of crime

would you like to report?

I was assaulted this morning

by a man.

Did you call 9-1-1?

- No.

- Why not?

I don't know.

Well, you look fine to me.

You need to fill out

some paperwork

if you want to file a report.

It's down the hall.

Processing. Room 112.

Can I help you

with something else?

He told me

to fill out this paperwork.

Excuse me?

Come with me.

Marshall, number 73.

Ahem.

Hi.

Can I help you?

I was gonna ask you

the same thing.

Sorry?

Don't be sorry.

Sorry's a sign of weakness.

You should project strength.

Do you wanna f*** me?

What?

You heard me.

I asked if you wanna f*** me.

You're married, right?

So what were you looking at?

- I'm sorry, okay? I was just...

- I asked you a question.

What if I said I want you

to take me someplace

and f*** me?

Someplace with a little bit

of privacy.

I just wanna f***.

So this Simon fella...

you met him at the bar

and you took him

back to your house with you.

Did this guy have a last name?

Come here. Come here.

Come here. Come.

Yeah?

Where you going?

Come back.

Where'd you go? Come back.

What are you doing?

Hey, come back.

Hey, why don't you

take off the cuffs?

Whoa, whoa. What was that?

- What was what?

- What are you doing?

What are you doing?

Um...

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

No. Don't f*** around.

- Come on.

- You come on.

I'm serious.

This is not a game.

I'm serious.

What... what do you want?

What do you want?

What do you want?

I'll do... f***...

I'll do anything you want.

No, I'll do anything you want.

F***.

Please, please.

Please, please, please,

please, please don't hurt me.

Please, please, please.

Aw, f***.

God, no.

No! God, no.

God. Please.

Please, please,

please don't do this.

Please, please.

I'm begging you,

please don't hurt me.

Please. I have a little girl.

I have a little girl.

We'll need

to deal with it ourselves.

- "Deal with it"?

- Get our own justice.

- What do you mean?

- Close.

For starters...

we go back to those guys' house

and find out where he lives.

Men are easy to manipulate.

It won't be hard.

Besides,

if they don't cooperate,

I have a gun.

You have a gun?

I thought it might be useful

to have one.

Where'd you get a gun?

From a guy I met who was a cop.

You met a cop

and he gave you a gun?

I can be very persuasive.

So, we go visit Eric and the Duncan guy

and find out where he lives.

Then we just go to his house.

Piece of cake.

Hi.

I have to go to the bathroom.

Ls your friend Simon here?

We're looking for him.

No, he went back to Brooklyn.

Ls that where he lives?

Red Hook.

Do you have an address?

- An address?

- Yeah. I'd like to talk to him.

Talk to him?

What are you, a f***ing parrot?

So you gonna tell me

his address or what?

I don't know his address.

Eric might,

but he's not here right now.

Should be back in a bit.

So...

Why do you want

to talk to Simon so bad?

We don't want to talk.

You think that's funny?

Simon said you two

got freaky last night.

Maybe you're looking for...

a little more action?

What?

He's dead.

Are you okay?

Shae?

I'm fine.

You sure you're all right?

What do we do next?

Wait for Eric, I guess.

You sure you're all right?

Riboflavin.

Thiamine?

B-12.

Vitamin A?

Folic acid?

Hundred percent.

No sh*t?

From now on,

I'm only eating Cap'n Crunch.

Four bowls a day and you got

a well-balanced diet.

Crunchinate me, Cap'n.

You might need a steak

every once in a while for protein,

but for vitamins and minerals,

the captain's got you covered.

Guess how much vitamin C

is in a bowl of Cap'n Crunch

as a percentage of

the daily recommended allowance?

Wrong. Hundred percent.

They must add that.

Are you kidding?

They add all that sh*t.

Unless it's

in the Crunch Berries.

Do you have an address

for where your friend Simon lives?

He lives in Brooklyn,

in Red Hook.

Yeah, we got that much already.

We're looking for an address.

Your boyfriend

thought you'd know it.

He's not my boyfriend.

Well, it's none of my business,

really, is it? Fag.

What the f***

is wrong with you?

Just f***in' with you, Ric.

So, do you have an address

for Simon or not?

Ricky.

Focus. Over here.

I asked you a question.

You're totally weird.

He lives in a warehouse

in Red Hook

down by the water

at 609 Halleck Street.

- I don't know the zip code.

- That's okay.

Ls... is that a gun?

I mean, is it... is it real?

Jesus f***ing Christ!

No, please, wait...

- What the f*** are you doing?

- We're gonna cut you up.

Okay, okay. Stop f***ing around

and untie me.

See, the problem is bleeding.

Once we hit a major artery,

the party's over.

Are you f***ing crazy?

Untie me.

We need, like,

a tourniquet, right?

Like, if we tie it tight right up here,

we cut it anywhere down below.

Okay, stop f***ing around

and untie me.

Okay, all right.

You've made your point.

All right?

Look, why don't you just untie me now?

You can just walk away.

Okay? Just untie me now

and we'll call it even.

All right, you are f***ing crazy.

I don't know what you're thinking.

Look, just let me go now

and I won't press charges.

I won't... we won't...

I'll just let it go.

Just untie me

and we can talk about this

like rational f***ing people.

You're not gonna f***ing

get away with this sh*t, okay?

So just untie me now

and you can leave.

I swear to f***ing God,

if you don't f***ing untie me...

you f***ing untie me right now.

You f***ing untie me right now!

F***.

Let me go! No!

No! Let go of me!

Let's get this show

on the road.

What the f***? God, no!

No, no, no!

Don't f***ing do it.

No, no, no, no.

Don't f***ing do it.

No, no, no.

No, don't f***ing do it!

No, no!

That's it for the feet.

You wanna do the arms?

What's the matter?

What?

- Please.

- Please?

- Please.

- Please what?

- Please don't.

- Don't what?

Please let me go.

You got someplace

you have to go?

By all means go.

- Come on, Shae.

- Wha... what?

- Thank God.

- Simon has someplace he needs to go.

Go on, now. Run along.

Aw, you look beautiful.

What do you need

those feet for, anyways?

I could use a chicken parm hero

right about now.

How about you?

F***ing b*tch.

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