It Stains the Sands Red

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- Where is it?

- May I ask what

you're looking for?

- You know what I'm looking for.

- Where is it?

- Goddammit.

- That's the last one, okay?

Just take it easy on that sh*t.

- That's enough.

Put it back.

Can you do me a favor?

Can you save some

for the flight?

- Whatever, p*ssy.

- What?

- You heard me.

- Call me a p*ssy again, see what happens.

- P*ssy.

What the f*** are you doing?

- I don't wanna listen

to it anymore.

- You know what?

It doesn't even matter.

We're gonna be drinkin' 40's

on an island soon.

- Yeah.

- Ugh.

- What?

- Pull over.

- Oh, come on, man!

- Don't f***in' puke in my car!

Jesus Christ!

- Are you okay?

- Get it all out.

I told you to take it easy.

F***in' lightweight.

You good?

- Never better, baby.

- No more stops.

F***.

- Oh, sh*t.

No, no, no.

You're making...

You're making it worse.

Stop!

- Shut up for one second,

please.

- Nick, stop!

- You really are

a f***in' train wreck.

- You're the one that decided

to pull into the sand.

Can we, like... wedge a piece

of wood underneath it?

- Where do you see a piece

of wood anywhere?

Look around.

F***.

- How far is it to the airfield?

- Thirty miles at least.

Can we walk?

- I doubt AAA is

gonna be available.

- Huh, how about you

shut the hell up

so I can make this call

to Jimmy?

- AAA. Very funny.

- A**hole.

- Hey, man.

- Hey, hey, hey. Jimmy.

- Dog, I got a real

problem, man.

- Hello...?

- You got... hey!

- Jimmy, can you hear me?

It's Nick.

- I can't hear you.

- Can you hear me, man?

Jesus Christ.

- Nick!

Nick!

- You don't see me

tryin' to do somethin'?

- Look.

- Who the hell's that?

No, no, no, no, no.

- What?

Who is that?

- F*** you.

What the f***?

I got something for you.

- What the hell are you doing?

- What does it look like

I'm doing?

Oh, Jesus Christ.

- Come on!

Come on!

- Shoot him in the head!

- I'm trying!

Just shoot him!

- I need you to shut the f*** up

for one second!

- Okay. Okay.

You got it.

Oh my god!

That's right!

Down for the count, b*tch!

- Punk b*tch! Punk b*tch!

- Yeah you did!

Oh, baby.

- They're not as bad as they

make 'em sound on the news.

- No.

- If that motherf***er

ain't dead, he dead now.

- Yeah.

- Are you serious, bro?

- Shoot him in the head.

Shoot him in the head!

F***.

You wanna f*** with me?!

- Nick.

Nick, it's empty.

Nick, it's empty!

Nick, come on, let's go!

Oh my god,

it's gonna break the glass!

Do you think it can break it?

Oh my god.

Jesus, look at it.

- Where's the phone?

- Oh...

- I dropped it.

I dropped it.

- Great. Nick,

what're we gonna do now?

- Just wait!

Okay?

Give it five minutes.

He's bound to lose

interest eventually.

Right?

- So we'll just wait, huh?

Great f***in' plan.

- Maybe if you learned to

handle your sh*t like an adult

you would have paid

your own damn phone bill.

Then I could have called Jimmy.

He might be here picking us up

right now.

- Okay, don't give me that sh*t.

You're the one

who dropped your phone.

- Shut the f*** up.

Just shut the f*** up, alright?

- Oh yeah,

big bad gangster here,

you couldn't even shoot it

from ten feet away.

- I swear to god, Molly,

if you keep talking...

- What're you gonna do?

- You're really pushing it.

- Do it.

You f***in' loser.

Where'd it go?

Turn the high beams on.

Do you see it?

- It's too dark.

- Get that flashlight out of my bag.

- Okay.

- Got it.

- You sure?

- Yep.

I'm sorry.

- I think he's gone.

- What do you wanna do?

- I gotta get the phone.

- Are you crazy?

- What choice do I have?

We've been here the entire time.

There hasn't been a car,

a person, nothing.

At least if I get the phone

maybe I can get a hold of Jimmy.

He can pick us up.

- Okay.

- Hey.

We have to do this.

- Okay, fine.

Okay.

You with me?

Alright.

- Oh sh*t.

God, it's freezing.

Do you see it?

- Do you see it?

- Oh my god.

Nick, I found it!

- Do you got any service?

Molly!

- Oh my god.

Oh, yes.

Oh my gosh.

Yes.

- Hello?

- Hey, Jimmy.

It's Molly.

- Hold on a second.

Shut up!

Who?

- Molly.

Nick's girlfriend.

- Uh, yeah.

Where's Nick at?

- He's...

He's just takin' a piss.

Yeah, he just told me to

give you a call, actually.

Tell me that you

haven't left yet.

- No, no.

We haven't left yet, okay?

We're still...

We're on the road.

We're gonna cut across the 95

to shoot the sh*t in the sand.

We're not gonna be there

until like midday tomorrow.

You guys alright?

I thought I heard Nick say

there was a problem last night.

- No, no problem.

No, um, we're just...

You know, running

a bit behind, too.

We probably won't be there

until, like... tomorrow night?

Maybe the next morning?

- What?

- Car trouble, okay?

Just... wait for us.

- Yeah, okay.

Whatever.

You better get here fast,

okay, sugar tits?

- We'll be there, okay?

Just please, wait.

- Tell Nick no promises...

- Jimmy?

Hello?

Sh*t!

Desert it is.

One foot after another.

One foot after another.

One foot after another.

One foot after another.

One foot after another.

Oh no.

Oh my god.

Come on.

Come on.

Oh, thank god.

Hey! Hey!

Hey!

- [Snarling intensely[

- Can you smell me or something?

F*** off!

- Maybe you're like a dog.

Do you want it?

Okay.

Go fetch!

Go fetch!

Get the stick, stupid!

- Listen, okay?

Get the stick.

Fetch.

Fetch!

Go get it!

F*** you!

F***.

Oh my god.

- Yeah, you like that.

Mmm.

Oh, so good.

You wanna taste me?

Oh, yeah.

You want some of that?

Oh, that's good, isn't it?

Mm, yeah.

- That smells so good.

You want my blood?

Go fetch!

- Sh*t!

Really?

- Too slow, old balls!

- I don't really mind

walking through the desert.

You know, it's good Cardio.

I gotta get that beach body

ready for Mexico, right?

You're never gonna catch me,

man.

You're never gonna catch me.

Leave me the f***ing hell alone!

Sucker!

- Oh, for Christ's sake.

Great.

Oh come on!

- Motherf***er!

Leave me alone!

You're driving me crazy!

- You're a f***ing stalker,

you know that?

I have to kill you.

Do you ever stop making

those stupid noises?

Close your mouth or something!

I bet you were a real

ladies man before this, huh?

Obviously, you enjoy the chase.

- You're just like every guy

that I've ever met at a bar.

Girl says "no",

guy can't take a f***ing hint.

You're all f***ing gross.

And you think that suit

impresses me?

You look like a used car

salesman, f***in' douchebag.

- Your hair looks stupid, too.

And you smell like sh*t!

God, you were probably,

like, a f***ing idiot

when you were alive.

I bet your whole family

was retarded.

Inbred, misogynistic

f***-ass f***er!

Small dick.

You know what?

I'm gonna name you.

From now on you'll be known

as small dick.

Smalls for short.

Come on, smalls,

why you goin' so slow?

Don't you want this?

You want it?

Yeah?

Come on, smalls.

Yeah, you do.

I guess you have

one good quality.

At least you don't talk back.

Mmm.

- You are one persistent

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