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That's how it was for slaves.

- Which slaves?

- My ancestors from Africa.

- Are you still stoned?

- There is I. What the hell?

It is he who perverts. He fled

probably because idiot blew up the car.

- It's like it is in Arizona.

- I heard that he was hiding in the woods.

- He has a flamethrower.

- What? It comes on TV!

- All over the world!

- We're on TV.

We do it!

Damn.

Handcuffs gotta hurt.

All is well.

Let me help you up.

I just want to help you, you

it has been not so good.

- Come on, people! Share you up.

- Six here, three in the middle.

Officer down!

- Hey, you're at the mall?

- Yes.

What is this? They do not say much.

A cop is killed, maybe more.

- Yes, I have also heard.

- Hope it's not someone I know.

Well, anybody know him.

What are you drinking?

Beer.

- On the house.

- Thank you.

I came here often with my

parents before they divorced.

My dad always ordered steak,

light pink.

My mother always ordered fish,

as if it would improve her.

She was always in the process of self-help.

I never noticed any changes.

Are you okay?

I just saw a man on a stretcher.

I think he's dead.

It's damn hard.

Yes.

So why are you sitting here for yourself?

People are bad,

I hate people.

- Yes, especially the masses.

- I hate them also separately.

Hate is a strong word.

I do not hate anyone.

Are you okay?

Your eyes are quite... you know, weird.

Yes. I'm fine.

I just hang out, you know.

Relaxing.

Hanging you out?

You look pretty serious,

I think.

Do I?

He smiles.

I enjoy hanging. Relax.

We relax together.

- I thought you did not like people.

- You're not people.

- What's your name?

- Jeff.

Hi, Jeff.

- What's your name?

- Never mind. Are you a student?

- I go to college, yes.

- Jas, what are you reading?

- Literature.

- Jas?

- What is your favorite book?

- Steppeulven.

Steppeulven (Steppenwolf).

Band?

No, it was written by...

- forget it.

- I love me anyway for movies.

But I think about that book...

... about vampires in New Orleans.

- Anne Rice?

Yes!

I really... New Orleans

is a very sexy place.

And I love

it is crazy voodoo stuff.

- I'd better be careful.

- Yes, you may.

Sure you feel good?

Yes! I'm fine,

I have just drunk a lot.

You need to see a little air.

Life is a bad joke.

A brutal abortion of urmoderen.

A hopeless, barbaric

natural disaster.

Wake straight up!

You act antisocial.

Sorry.

Can I ask you something?

If you could travel anywhere you want,

where would it be?

- Vienna.

- Why?

This is where Freud and Beethoven

hung out.

I would like to go there

and feel the history.

I think about.

Brand history.

Cool.

Intellectually.

My husband would never say that.

Are you married?

You should look for a girl

a ring when you talk to her.

- Sorry.

- It's okay.

He's not here,

he is at home with the kids.

- Do you have children?

- Yes.

Are you surprised?

No, it's just...

You look so... young.

I'm maybe too.

Maybe I'm younger than you.

Yes.

Do you think I'm attractive?

Yes.

What are you thinking?

That I might... kiss you?

It's funny.

I thought the same thing.

Do not worry, soldier. I am married.

Sorry.

- I'll call in ten minutes.

- Where are you going?

Just answer when I call.

Hello.

It is Alonso. Who is it?

Hi, Sheila. I'm coming.

Okay.

You must be Alonso.

- Yes.

- I said room 302

Jas.

Why did it take so long?

- Elevator.

- Well, hurry up.

Do you want beer, vodka, wine?

- It's probably not so good.

- What about chocolate?

It gives you a lot of energy...

It disappeared quickly.

Yes.

Are you nervous?

Bit.

- Do you watch porn?

- Porn?

They have it in every room,

to all the lonely sellers.

I do not like porn.

That's sick.

Well, Alonso...

Do you like it here?

- Si.

- Si.

Now you're talking my language.

You are a very naughty pool boy.

F*** me, Alonso.

I have seen how you look

at me from the cabana.

Yes, with your sweaty body.

You own me. Yes, you do!

- Is this your car?

- Yes. The keys are in my pocket.

- Thank you!

- You're welcome.

I open for you.

Here.

If you drive me to the police station...

... so they can help me

with handcuffs.

If you are not on the run?

No, they let me go.

- Do they hurt?

- Yes.

- Do you have a pin or something?

- It only works on film, fool.

Yes, true enough.

Oh, damn!

- Is it too tight?

- Yes, it hurts!

Why did you do it?

Move them back.

- It is not.

- Move them back.

I can not.

It hurts.

Why do me harm?

Why would I hurt you?

I can do much better things.

What would you do?

- What do you want me to do?

- Take the handcuffs.

And if I can not?

So just let me be.

Go away.

Do not you think about me?

Yes, I do.

What should I do to you?

I...

You are my slave now.

Is not it amazing?

You probably bought whores.

- No, never.

- Nonsense. You're a businessman.

You are often associated with prostitutes. I know

guys like you. I know what you're doing.

I never do anything with hookers

or masseuses, or something!

- I have not hurt you!

- Jo.

No!

What are you doing now? Damn!

Damn!

I do not think that you're lying.

- Will you kiss me?

- No!

Do you want to kiss me?

Okay, okay.

It hurts! My arm!

You're breaking my arm!

Take me! Yes!

A wild longing for strong emotions

and experiences sizzles in me.

Anger against this tone loose, / i

fall, normal, sterile life.

I have a wild impulse

to smash things.

Maybe a stock or a cathedral.

Or myself.

To make outrageous things.

To destroy worshiped idols.

No, stop! Do you hear!

- It's too late for that now, right?

- Stop, do not torture me.

Do I make you come?

Stop...

Yes.

Stop now.

Say:
I am a pervert.

Say it.

No!

- I'm a pervert.

- Say it again and again.

I'm a pervert. I'm a pervert.

I am a pervert.

I'm a pervert.

I'm a pervert.

I'm a pervert.

I'm a pervert.

Disgusting.

- Where are you going?

- Hello! It was nice.

Those who loved him,

so that only one side.

They loved a fine, educated man

and were disappointed when they saw the wolf.

Harry wished that all thinking

beings to be loved completely.

So it was for those he loved most, / i

he could at least hide the wolf.

Would you do it again?

Well, give me your phone number.

- I mean now.

- I'm going home to the husband and the kids.

Hello.

Yes, I'm stuck in a traffic jam.

Yes, it's very painful.

Yes. No, that's fine.

What did you give him?

Fried chicken has

many nutrients.

Do not close Nacho into.

He ??has been in the swamp and sucks.

I'll do it tomorrow.

Okay. Love you.

What happened?

I should probably figure it out.

- Eight people have died.

- Oh dear!

They strapped him into the woods.

He ??may have a tuxedo on.

It's f***ing weird.

Okay...

I must go.

I paid by credit card,

so do not ruin anything.

- Why would I do that?

- I do not know.

You... dusting maybe

an innocent girl up at the bar.

Or... ravaging the bed.

I'll just lie here.

You are a very naughty boy.

I will not be able to go tomorrow.

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