Mr. Right Page #6

No, no, I'm fine.

Okay, don't do that.

Don't do what?

'Cause later you'll say...

I'm not doing anything.

Trust me?

Yes.

You look hot.

You look beautiful.

Hold my hand.

Okay.

Oh-ho! Nice shot!

Yeah! Nice, baby.

You all right?

Huh?

How'd you do that?

Some people waste time

with the fighting.

I skip straight to the winning.

We'd better get out of here.

Oh, my god.

F***.

Oh... eh...

F***!

Was that even a shotgun? What the

hell was that? What just hit me?

You okay?

Fine. Fine.

- Is it bad?

- You look handsome.

Thanks.

How's my hair?

Hey!

Aah! Aah!

F***, it hurts!

F***, it hurts!

That was great. That was really...

I totally didn't see that coming.

You... you really got me.

What's your name?

Steve.

Too many things

happening, Steve...

Martha. Trying not to kill anybody.

I went add for a sec.

Why didn't you grab her?

Take her hostage?

I didn't think

that'd be cool, man.

Didn't that'd be cool?

Get a load of this guy.

You got talent. Why the f*** did they

give you that piece of sh*t shotgun?

I don't know.

Baby.

We should go.

Thank you

for not taking me hostage.

Baby!

Who the f*** are these guys now?

Seem super pissed, right?

- Yeah.

- Where the f*** is Johnny?

I'm gonna kill one of these guys.

Fine.

It's the last one, I promise.

No, I don't care.

You say that now, but later

you'll be, "why'd you have to..."

no, I don't care!

Okay.

Son of a b*tch!

Okay, fellas.

So you saw that I could basically kill

all of you guys from here, right?

Was that dude your buddy? I mean,

look at that guy. That's game over.

Imagine Christmas with his parents.

Maybe he's got kids.

Oh, what if he's got a cat?

Maybe he's got a cat.

Who's gonna feed his cat?

Who's gonna feed your cats?

I know they're paying you, but is it worth

it? We all know how this is gonna go down.

No shame here.

Good?

Anybody?

Hey! Where the f***

are you going?

We paid you for the day!

F*** this, man!

Okay.

Anyone else?

Go f*** yourself!

Oh.

That wasn't very nice.

Hey, we got some chips here. We

got some pitchers of lemonade.

Why don't we hang out and

talk about this for a second?

- What are you doing?

- Just give me a little push.

It's gonna be okay.

Ready?

One, two, three.

How you feeling, fellas?

I had fun.

Nobody got hurt.

Well, a little hurt.

You should call an ambulance.

Hey, you.

Wanna call an ambulance?

Okay, look, don't...

Don't shoot.

This was just a big mistake.

There you go.

- Have we met?

- Kinda.

New Jersey, right?

The Poconos, the Pinocchios,

or something?

Yeah.

Th-the Pirrellos.

- Pirrellos! Yeah.

- That's right. Yeah.

- Vinnie, right?

- It's Von, but don't...

Yeah. You were the guy

hiding under the table.

It was my first big gunfight.

It was scary.

- Vinnie, what did I tell you? Stay out

of trouble, right? - Stay out of trouble.

This isn't staying

out of trouble.

I'm not the one that hired you.

That was my brother, Richie.

He is the one that you want.

I literally don't care.

Okay, that's enough.

Get away from him.

Steve, is that you?

Good for you, pal.

You got me again.

Martha!

Clown nose. Wow.

That's a cute gimmick.

You know, one time

I was gonna wear bow ties.

Then I decided to be the guy who

just killed all your friends.

I don't get it, man. Why we taking this

girl? Just shoot that motherf***er.

Steve, just do what you're told.

Okay?

Johnny, let's go!

Wait a second, Vinnie.

You want her, you come and get her.

Fremont and Oleda.

This is a bad call.

- Hey, what about us, man?

- F***in' bums.

That's what happens

when you Craigslist criminals.

Wait a second.

Bad move. Bad move, man.

Bad move.

You're awake.

You having fun making a fool

out of yourself, Francis?

Don't call me that.

Wh-what happened to you?

You used to be

like the grim reaper.

I remember there was a...

A guy, he was

a Yakuza twat, I think.

And he literally pissed himself

just 'cause he heard

you was on the way.

What?

Clown nose is tacky. Is there some

kind of joke I'm not getting?

Knock knock.

- Who's there?

- The joke you're not getting.

Get it?

That's hilarious, Francis.

Well, now it's time to go home.

You should smile more.

You'd be more popular.

That's a nice smile.

See?

Police! Put your hands where I can see 'em!

Stay on the ground!

What took you so long?

I was waiting for backup.

- Nobody's here yet. - You're here

now, so relax. He's in custody.

Why are you talking like that?

Why is everything

such a problem?

Oh, bollocks.

It's actually a very simple plan.

All right.

The girl is exactly where we want her.

She's in Richard's office.

So the bait is set. We wait

for that maniac to come here.

He kills everyone

that stands in his path.

We find an excuse, any excuse,

to get the f*** out of here.

And then, blip-blap-blop, Richard's

gone, I'm king of the castle.

What doesn't make sense about this?

I don't know. All of it?

Richard is waiting for you.

Thanks, d*ckhead.

Peace to you too.

No.

Just him.

You're telling me that you

shot this guy in the face

and he just survived?

It was your guys that gave me a

900-year-old f***ing shotgun.

- Really?

- So with all due respect, mister,

I don't understand

what happened.

Just give me my f***ing

money and I'm out the door.

I apologize.

What was your name again?

Steve.

Steve.

Steve, what do you like

on your pizza?

Uh, cheese, man.

Yeah?

Yeah?

Cheese?

How about some extra cheese?

Still working.

It's a good phone.

Now... you.

No, listen. This is what me

and Johnny are gonna do.

We're gonna go out there,

get the word out.

Then we're gonna throw up

a 100-grand reward.

$100,000? That's your plan?

That's my plan.

That's a stupid idea.

Bruce, what the f*** do you

even do around here, man?

If we don't know

where this guy is,

no one can afford

to leave this house.

Honestly, I think the safe bet

is to just let her go.

- Hmm?

- Let her go?

Really?

That's your f***ing idea?

You know what? You have no

idea what you are doing.

You have no balls,

no... oh, yeah?

F***!

Son of a b*tch!

I'm going to work much harder

to control my anger.

But people are dead.

The bodies are piling up

and dad is kinda gonna notice.

And the fault is yours,

you piece of sh*t worm-f***.

I have been defending

your worthless coke-head ass

for years...

For f***in' years.

And now I realize...

I was wrong.

You should've died

with the Pirrellos.

- F*** you, Richie! - Take the girl

and get the f*** out of this room.

And I don't give a sh*t if

you tell mom I beat your ass.

Bruce.

Nobody else leaves.

No more f***-ups.

If that cocksucker has the

balls to show up here,

we hit him

with everything we got.

Okay, okay.

I lost track of my dumb

decisions a long time ago.

You guys had an automatic m-16

military issue with a laser scope,

and you give me

a f***ing Elmer Fudd shotgun?

F*** this sh*t.

Motherfuck,

we are totally f***ed.

We're gonna be stuck here

when that psychopath shows up.

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