Killing Gunther Page #6

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Gunther was a bad idea?

No.

No, if anything, I want to

kill him even more now.

Sorry.

It's Donnie.

Hey.

Yes, where?

- Donnie.

- Hey.

Hey.

- Come on.

- What are you doing?

Just sit down.

Not next to me.

What are you doing?

Donnie, why are you in a dress?

I'm in hiding. It's

a disguise, okay?

I shouldn't even be

meeting with you.

You look nice.

Thank you.

It was on sale.

Is this because of rahmat?

Are things really that bad?

Yeah. Her dad's like an

iranian bloodhound, man.

Donnie, I need your help.

- I can't do it, man.

- No. Yes, you can, okay?

Yes, you can. Please. You're the

only one I have, all right?

- You don't understand, Blake.

- No, you don't understand.

- No, you don't understand. I'm out.

- No, you don't understand.

For good. I'm done killing.

What are you talking about?

I'm in love, Blake.

For the first time in my

life, I'm afraid to die.

- You're in love with Sanaa?

- Yeah.

And it's great, and I

have you to thank for it,

and I'm sorry that I'm

leaving you hanging, but...

then don't leave me hanging.

Please. Donnie,

please, i am begging.

Gunther has taken

everything from me.

Except for your life.

When are you gonna admit

it to yourself, Blake?

- Gunther's the best.

- No.

We are in way over our heads.

We got so many of

our friends killed.

And honestly...

I don't even know if our hearts

were ever even really in it.

- Mine was! Mine still is!

- Really? Really?

What do you mean,

really? Yes, really.

So you've done everything in

your power to find Gunther?

You know for a fact

that I have, Donnie.

You walked up to Lisa, and you

said, "tell me where he is"?

- Okay.

- You held a gun to her head

- and you said, "tell me where he is"?

- That is not fair,

- and you know I can't do that.

- Oh, screw you.

You know exactly why

i cannot do that.

Because you're bullshit.

'Cause you're f***ing bullshit, and

you're peacocking around this place.

It was never about Gunther.

It's about you.

You got a lot of

people killed, Blake.

Okay, well, you are a quitter.

- So enjoy your quitter life, and screw...

- oh, jeez. I will.

I'm sorry.

Oh, sh*t.

Dad! Dad, you have to stop this!

Hey, Blake, I'm so sorry.

Dad!

He's right.

Maybe this was a mistake.

I think I had fooled

myself into thinking

this was some kind of

grand romantic gesture.

I would kill him, and she'd come

running back. I don't know.

But, uh, in reality,

I think I was being petty,

and I just couldn't

handle being dumped.

They're his letters.

Responses to every

letter i wrote to him.

I had stopped sending them,

'cause I didn't want

someone to find them

and use her against me.

Do you know that

she gave me this?

He still has the case?

He carries it with

him everywhere.

It was a gift.

She had it engraved. Here.

"Blake, I'd kill for you."

I never stopped

thinking about her.

And when I found out

about her and Gunther,

I got mad. And, and...

Sorry.

Hello.

Yes.

Yes. Wonderful.

Yes, I will.

Thank you.

Ashley.

There he is!

The man of the hour!

Your timing could not be better.

I can't tell you how

happy I am to see you.

Thank you so much. I

have him. Thank you.

You look like sh*t.

Yeah. Yeah.

Well, it's been a

rough couple weeks.

Ashley, I messed up. Bad.

Gunther has killed everybody.

And... and it's all my fault.

And I don't know what to do.

I don't know what to do, Ashley.

But you're here now.

You're here now, and you

can tell me what to do.

So tell me what to do.

Ashley?

Ashley?

Ashley was a great man.

He was my mentor,

closest thing I ever

had to a father.

His last words were...

"You look like sh*t."

To me. About me.

But I like to think that that was

just Ashley's way of saying,

"i love you."

I know that it wasn't...

But I need to believe that,

because I am barely hanging

on by a thread here.

Love you, Ashley.

Thank you for coming.

Enjoy the cruise.

I'm so sorry, man.

Thank you, Gabe.

- I see you brought Jewel.

- Yeah.

That was a little inappropriate.

Hey, at least you got to

be with him when he went.

Yes, that's true.

- We're gonna lower the casket.

- Okay, thank you.

- Hey, buddy.

- Donnie.

Oh, I'm so happy to see you.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

It's been really hard.

I didn't expect to see you here.

Come on, man. It's Ashley.

I couldn't miss it.

Plus, uh, I don't think rahmat

will kill me at a funeral, so...

Donnie, run! He's coming!

His time has come!

- Enough! Enough, rahmat!

- Blake!

- Not today! Not today!

- Blake! Blake!

- I have too much going on!

- Blake, no! Please stop!

Blake, where's the

reception gonna be?

Go away, Gabe!

Do what you must, but

I will kill him!

Father, please, for once just listen

to me, okay! You cannot kill him!

He's not worthy of you.

I'm pregnant.

Wait. You're pregnant...

no!

No!

No, no, no, no, no!

F*** you, Gunther!

F*** you!

No!

Gabe? Gabe?

No, no, no, no, no.

No, no, no, no, no!

Not Gabe.

Oh, my poor sweet Gabe.

My poor sweet Gabe.

You were useless,

but you're the only one who

stood by me in the end.

And now you're dead,

and it's all my fault.

I'm so sorry. I'm

so sorry, Gabe.

Take me with you!

I'm gonna need a ride home.

Drink it. Drink it. Drink it.

And now we're having fun!

Gonna miss your

place, Gabe. Whoo!

All of this! Never stop.

All of this!

Okay.

I suck!

B-b-b-b-b-b-b-buh!

It's over.

You can turn the camera off.

Are you sure?

Yeah. Go home.

I'm sorry that i

threatened to kill you.

Are you gonna be okay?

Nope.

All right.

I'm sorry, Blake. It's, um...

it's been interesting.

Oh, boy. Oh, boy.

Noise complaint.

I'm sorry, neighbors.

I'm sorry it's so loud.

It was a bad day.

Lisa?

- How are you here?

- Donnie told me.

I'm sorry about Ashley.

Take care of yourself, Blake.

Lisa, do you want...

it's Gunther's address.

No, Blake, no, okay,

don't do this.

I have to do this, i

don't have a choice.

Oh, my god, but he's

going to kill you, man!

Maybe. But there's only

one way to find out.

You can't do this alone!

I'm not doing this alone.

You're coming with me.

Absolutely not. We refuse.

-Under no circumstance...

- okay, we're coming.

- We're coming.

Donnie, it's Blake.

I got Gunther's home address.

He lives in mammoth, California.

Who lives in mammoth?!

I just thought you

deserved to know.

I'm going after him.

Anyway, if anything

should happen to me,

I just want you to

know, I love you.

Excuse me, sir, put your

phone on airplane mode.

- I'm finishing my call.

- Do it right now.

We haven't left the gate.

Yeah, and we can't until

you put the phone away.

Okay, fine, I'm putting it

away. Can I say goodbye?

Donnie, I have to

go. Wish me luck.

I'm gonna go kill this a**hole.

- Uh, excuse me?

- I wasn't even talking about you.

I was trying to finish my call!

Ridiculous.

Someone's trying to

prove something, huh?

I don't even think it's

that nice a house. Do you?

F*** you. Come on.

Gunther?

Gunther?

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