Killing Gunther Page #5

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- Uh-oh.

Yes! You did it!

- Um, so are we allowed to go home now?

- Mmm! Mm-mmm! Mm-mmm!

- Is it okay if we...

- job well done, yes.

First thing in the

morning, i promise.

But right now, a toast,

to dead Gunther.

To dead Gunther!

To dead Gunther!

Everybody I've known in my

whole life has left me.

My parents left me.

Yes, I was an orphan.

Lisa left me. She

didn't love me anymore.

Max left me, moved

to south America,

and then I got him

shot in the head.

Why do they leave? Is it me?

It makes me feel like me.

Does that make sense?

- Am I sounding stupid?

- It does. No, no.

Sometimes it's really hard to know

where you stand in the world.

Exactly. And that is why tonight

I did something that

confirms that I'm good.

Killing Gunther means I'm

good and they're wrong.

All right, everybody!

- Oh, no. Uh-oh.

- Thank you!

Please welcome to the stage...

I'm gonna bring my

friend up here.

- Don't do it!

- He is a criminal!

Oh, now we're in trouble.

That's just a fact, but he

also... also has a beautiful mind.

- No. No.

- Which makes him... wait for it!

- "A criminal mind."

- Okay, it happened.

- He said the magic word.

- Get up here, Blake!

- Blake! Blake!

- You troublemakers.

This is your fault.

Whoa, there's a step.

Ladies and gentlemens, you

don't know me or my friends,

but we did something that

you will never know about,

but we will forever

know about it.

- We changed the game.

- Whoo!

And because we're feeling

so good, my friends

have signed me up to sing the

most incredible song of all time.

Lawrence gowan's

"a criminal mind,"

peaked at number five on the

Canadian pop charts back in '85,

but it will always be

number one in our hearts,

and here it is.

- Should we go out there?

- No.

- Are you guys okay?

- Yeah, we were just about to...

- what's happening?

- I don't know.

I thought you would know.

What do you mean, what...

- don't let him kill me!

- Who? Who?

- You will die!

- I will never speak to you again!

- He touched my daughter! I will murder him!

- I don't care!

No, no, no! Dad!

Whoa, whoa! What happened!

He slept with my little girl!

Donnie and I were just

a little drunk. Okay?

- Oh, sh*t.

- I am a grown woman!

- I am my own woman, dad!

- Defiler!

Rahmat, rahmat! Let's solve

this with words, okay?

But right now, all of us have

to get out of here, okay?

I'm sorry, Blake!

I am so enraged!

It's okay. I understand,

i understand.

Please forgive me. I've

gotten you in trouble.

Of course, no, you're

already forgiven.

But listen, you can't go

shooting my team, rahmat.

You can't do that, okay?

You can't fire at us.

And why are you even here?

I don't understand.

You called me to inform

me of their indiscretion.

- Blake!

- What? I did not.

- Blake!

- No, I didn't. I wouldn't do that.

- Yes, you did.

- How would I know?

I received your

text one hour ago!

- That's impossible. That's not possible.

- Why would you do that?!

Exactly! Why would I? I've

been asleep the whole time!

I walked in to find that

pig on top of my angel!

That is a lie, because i was

the one that was on top!

- No, no!

- I am going to kill him!

- What have you done to my life?!

- I didn't do it!

- Why would you send that text?!

- I didn't send it.

Why would you send it?!

He showed me the text!

I can prove I didn't

send it. Gabe. Get Gabe.

- Get Gabe.

- Oh!

Gabe?

Gabe? Gabe!

I'll break it in.

What is it?

What took you so long? And

what the hell are you wearing?

It's a breathing mask

for my sleep apnea.

- What's going on?

- Mia and barold.

What do Mia and

barold have to do

- with the text you sent?

- Mia and barold!

Blake, you... Jesus!

- F***!

- What!

- Oh, god. Oh, my god.

- What does "eww" mean?

- Oh, I see.

- Who did this?

Who do you think did this?

Hey! No, no, no.

We... we killed him.

- Obviously, we did not.

- Sh*t.

Why did he have to

place 'em like that?

We have to go. Gather

all your things.

- Come on. We have to hurry.

- Okay, come on. Gabe, go.

Get out of here. Get out of

here. Come on, move, Gabe!

Gunther's alive.

How is that possible?

I don't know.

- Can we still go home?

- No.

No, I need you more

than ever now.

You're all I have left.

You still have me.

Donnie is gone, because

rahmat is trying to kill him.

Sanaa is gone, 'cause she's

trying to stop rahmat.

Everybody else is dead.

There is no team.

The mission is a

complete failure,

and things literally

could not be worse.

So I'm going to go home

and, uh... Reassess

the situation.

- Stay low. Stay low.

- What's going on?

- I don't know.

They're in my apartment.

- Who is it?

- I'm not sure.

Let's go. Let's go.

Go, go, go, go.

- Oh. Yeah, it's the FBI.

- What?

- Yeah, you're all

over their system.

- He ratted me out to the FBI?

- Yes.

You don't do that.

You never do that.

That's, like, rule number one.

You never rat another hitman out

- to the FBI, to any authority.

- I know.

I am going to kill him.

Is something funny to you?

No, you're... well, you're

gonna try to kill him again.

Thank you, Gabe.

Well, now I'm going to

need a place to stay.

Okay, come on in, guys.

Welcome to the casa de Gabe.

Couch here does not fold out.

So, Blake, I think

that's just for you.

You guys...

Uh... I guess just the floor.

Um... I'm just trying

to wrap my head around

what my life has become.

I can't travel for

the time being.

Gabe ran an I.D. Wipe

for me, so that helps,

but I still have to be

careful and lay low.

Frizzy! Hey, what up?

Yeah, I just got

back from a gig.

Not well.

I just wish I could get in

touch with Donnie or Sanaa.

A bunch of people got killed,

like, right out of the gate.

You know, boom, boom, boom.

Hey, Donnie, it's me.

Give me a call when you can.

I hope you're still alive.

Sanaa, it's blaker caker.

I know you're busy keeping your

dad from murdering Donnie.

Hope that's going well.

Gunther ratted me

out to the feds.

Pretty much sucks.

Anyway, hit me

back when you can.

Byezees.

I'm so exhausted.

I can't wait to just sleep.

Oh, hey, bro. Um...

this is Jewel.

Hey.

I just need the place for

a little while, okay?

Just, like, a couple of

hours. Is that cool?

I literally have no place to go.

And on top of that, I'm

hiding from the FBI.

Yeah.

- You want me to wander the streets of New York City?

- Mm-hmm.

Uh, Jewel and I will be

having some intimate...

- I don't...

- sex.

- I don't want...

- yeah.

- Hey.

- Hey, hey.

Um, are you gonna

be much longer?

No, I'll just get rid of him.

It's just the energy in your apartment

is, like, really affecting me.

Okay. I will be right in there.

So sorry to have

inconvenienced you, Jewel.

Oh, it's fine.

- Yeah, no, don't worry.

- Okay.

Yeah, so...

how are you feeling right now?

Bad. Abandoned.

It's like anyone who

gets close to me

either runs away

or... gets murdered,

and that doesn't feel great.

Do you think trying to kill

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