Little Deaths Page #3
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- 2011
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It is, and a very
f***ing potent one,
one that opens
up the thlrd eye.
Know what that Is?
Only the blggest trlp a human
belng can have and stlll be allve.
Takes the drug experience
to a whole new level.
N ice.
It's more addlctlve than
crack and It ends up
wiping your brain so much you
can't even remember what day it is.
But blitzed out
people are happy people.
And as long as Doctor Reese
gets his money, who cares?
Let the N H S
take care of 'em.
And I wouldn't want to be on
that partlcular waltlng llst.
Not a street
drug neither.
This is going to
be very exclusive.
Anyway, I'm off.
Our boy's on his last legs
so he needs watching 24/7.
So stay awake
and do your job.
Any problems,
give me a ring...
but I mean
real problems, yeah?
F***in' hell.
[Cell phone rings]
Look, Oarla, I've told you I
'm not doing the stuff anymore.
Well, I'm sure he'd
be happy with Paula.
Okay, how much?
Yeah of course
I need the money
but no.
No, okay?
Everything all right?
U m, yeah. Okay.
Nothing to report really.
Organic decaf
soy latte.
I got allergies.
What's this?
M m. Yeah, some bloke
dropped it off earlier.
Oh.
[Sighing]
Ah, bloody people.
No, this dose
is just wrong.
Don't know what Reese is up... Hello?
Listen, we make the spunk
here and send it to you.
You, send it
to the lab.
The lab makes
it into tablets.
With me so
far? Good.
Then you send it
to Reese,
not back here
llke you keep dolng.
Now come and collect
it before Reese
has your f***ing
kidneys removed.
Hey, Dr Reese likes his
sterilized toys to stay sterilized.
He's got big plans for our boy
here when his time comes up.
That's why I
brought his toys in.
For some reason it's the one
thing that keeps him going.
Hold this, will you?
[Electrical buzzing]
[Electric humming]
Wakey, wakey.
Good boy.
Here we go.
[Squirting and
sucking sounds]
Always gets him
started. Sweet.
(nephew) Why the light
thing in his eyes?
I n lts eyes.
It's not a person.
It charges it up.
Stops its sleeping,
keeps the
neurons firing.
Good, lad.
[Moaning]
[Electric humming]
[Gasp]
[Groan]
You okay?
[Female volce screams]
Yeah. What time is it?
Nearly eight.
You were out like a light last night.
Yeah, I had one
of those new pills.
Weird dreams.
You must've had a good night's
[U N I NT E LLI G I B LE] though.
Your eye looks better.
I've got a couple thlngs
to take care of.
I should be back later
this afternoon, yeah.
Okay, yeah.
I'll get a nice take-away
or something, all right?
[Cell phone ringing]
[Knocklng]
[Man groaning
and moaning]
Oh, oh. Llke that,
do you? Oh, yeah.
[Odd loud nolses]
H uh, who
rattled your cage?
You passed out on me.
I didn't pay good money
to f*** a sack of potatoes.
I'm sorry.
I'm going to ring the agency about this.
I'm giving
you half, okay?
Sh*t.
(Jen) The pills made me
feel better for a while.
But now I keep on
getting headaches
and these strange white
flashes in front of my eyes.
Anything else? How
are they strange?
I can see a man
hanging in a cage.
It's like I can feel
how he's feeling.
He wants to die.
These hallucinations
are quite normal.
Your body needs to
adjust to the medication.
It's important that
you look after yourself.
How are you
feeling otherwise?
Good. Good.
I've been
working again.
You found a job?
From my old agency.
I see.
They kept ringing.
Why did you do that?
Was it the money?
Yes.
No.
It used to be
for the drug money.
But now, I
can't explain it.
I just feel sexual...
but it's not normal.
I feel like I'm
hungry all the time.
But I feel really good.
I'm so confused.
I'm just trying
to understand, Jen.
How can you? I
don't even understand.
Of course.
(Dr Reese)
Hello, Frank?
Yes, yes the last dellvery
was flne, very fresh.
You assure me they
are from separate donors?
Good. Good.
I'm calling
about Jennifer.
It's most important that she keeps
taking the tablets I gave her.
She's entering a critical
stage of her treatment.
She may behave strangely,
become more detached and distant.
It's quite normal.
When you touch her
she may pull away.
The drug makes
people very sensitive.
Do let me know if she
seems in any way unwell.
I'm worried about her.
She's been through so much.
[Door opens
and closes]
(Frank)
Jen?
[Footsteps coming
down stairs]
Babes? You okay?
I 'm tired. I've
got a headache.
Where've you been?
Out with Pam.
Looking like that?
Like what?
All tarted up.
F*** off, Frank.
It was a job interview if you must know.
You didn't
mention it.
So what?
Maybe it's those that's
giving you the headaches?
Doctor Reese said the headaches
are just a side effect.
And besides
I feel better.
You're back with the agency, aren't ya?
Oh, leave me
alone, Frank.
Answer me.
Did you not hear me
the first time?
I said I've got
a f***ing headache.
Now will you please just
f*** off and leave me alone?
Get off me.
Not till you
f***ing answer me.
Oh!
Yeah, go on.
You think I won't?
Why should you be any
different from all the rest?
Weak, you
always were.
Don't.
You don't care
what I do.
That is not true.
It was different when I was
turning tricks for you, wasn't it?
No, things are
different now.
We are together.
We're doing okay.
You don't need to
do that anymore.
[Woman screaming]
Frank.
[Gasping]
What is it?
God.
Jen.
Jen?
[Gagging]
Stay away from me, Frank.
J ust stay away.
There we go, your
favorite time of the day.
[Door opens
and closes]
[Knocklng]
[Cheerfully]
Hello.
(male volce)
HI.
M ichael?
Yes. It's, uh,
Karen, is it?
Yes.
Oome in.
Thanks.
Make yourself
comfortable.
Oheers.
Oh, I uh, brought a bit of the
old em' Bolivian marching powder.
Oan I tempt you?
Great idea.
So I've just been down
for an interview
and I got
a promotion.
I'm, you know, it was
my birthday so I thought,
well, hell, go to town,
treat myself to a nlce lady.
I'm not a regular user.
More of an
occasional dabbler.
It's my flrst tlme
wlth thls agency.
They seem nice people.
Yeah. Yeah,
they're good.
[Sniffing]
[Groaning]
Oh, God.
Oh, Ohrist!
Oh, f***.
[Footsteps
climbing stairs]
Where the hell
have you been?
Jen?
Jen, what...?
Jen?
Will you please
talk to me, babes?
I'm not angry.
I just want to help.
[Knocklng]
Jen, please
open the door.
Let me help you.
It's Frank.
It's your Frankie.
[To himself] Ohrist, why
won't you let me help you?
[Shouting] Jen, open the door!
Open the f***ing door!
(older man)
Oh, sh*t.
J ust hold the f***er down, will ya?
Get the choker.
I 'm with you, babes.
I'm with you. Hang on.
We're going to get
you some help, okay?
Oh, now, listen,
we need you to throw that sh*t up, okay?
So I'm going to
get you some saltwater.
I'm just going to give you
a little drink. Hang on.
Jen.
Oh, God, Jen.
Oh, f***.
Doctor Reese,
it's Frank.
No, please, listen you've got
to come here now. It's Jen.
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