Mute Page #4

Oh... The f*** knows.

I...

Besides, Maksim's being

all rapey about it.

"Do this to his ass.

Do this to his ass. Do that..."

When did torture get so gay?

Jesus. You know, I've had training.

Years have gone into these hands.

Now, I'm wasting it

on this Spanish Inquisition bullshit.

That mute bartender was with Nicky.

They were probably just making

very small talk.

That's funny.

You know, I think that freak

is looking for Naadi.

Good luck with that.

What do you mean?

Nothing. Just...

I hope he finds her,

so everyone can mellow the f*** out.

- What do you wanna do about Nicky?

- Well...

I say, we just slice the guy

a new f***ing Jap's eye

and see what the son of a b*tch

has to say.

Hold on just a second. Lady,

why don't you stare at your f***ing tea,

because the next time

you give me that stink eye,

I'm gonna take that cup

and ram it so far up your snatch,

it'll look like you grew a third ear.

That way.

Jesus. People are so f***ing rude.

You sure you want our help with this?

You seem to be doing a fine job

beating the sh*t out of him without us.

- You want him on the table, babe?

- Yeah. Put a sheet on it first.

Thank you very much.

Cactus!

How are you?

Maksim. Where are my f***ing IDs?

Tomorrow.

What is it? German Valentine's Day?

For your daughter.

It's Trippies Sugar Bombs.

Come on. I know how much you miss home.

Trippies!

I feel bad.

I didn't bring anything for you.

So, this is where you work?

Not much, but it's home.

- Who's this?

- This is Duck.

We used to sleep together.

Don't give him

the wrong impression.

We were in Kabul together.

Did a tour of duty. Shared a bunk.

Where we touched penises.

- Duck, how are you, my friend?

- Nice to finally meet you.

- Do you need papers too?

- Oh, no. No, sir.

No, I served all my time.

How are you?

This f***ing mother-sucker...

Nicky has been sending girls out

on personal business.

I want to know what the deal is

Nicky has with this crazy bartender.

This kind of thing hurts my reputation.

You know what, Maksim?

I don't care how many discos you own,

- you're still a dirty communist to me.

- Hey!

You are a bitter man, Bill.

Like the world owes you

something so much better.

But you live pretty good life.

You have a beautiful daughter,

a nice house, women, friends.

I pay you good money.

You are living the dream. Trust me.

Be a little more courteous, Cactus.

I make your life possible.

Don't take it personally, boss.

Cactus has been a dick

to everybody lately.

Then take it out on this a**hole.

Duck, do whatever you have to.

Whatever Nicky says,

record and give to Gunther.

He'll stay with you.

It's your money.

And, Maksim,

I want those f***ing IDs in the system.

Passports,

new birth certificate for Josie.

Certified data in the f***ing net.

No problem. No problem.

"No problem."

"No problem."

"No problem."

Think I'm giving that poison to Josie?

They're called Sugar Bombs,

for f***'s sake.

What an a**hole.

This is all

just about finding Naadirah.

We know why the Mouth

was hassling this guy.

He's not gonna tell us anything new.

Maksim needs to hear

what he needs to hear.

He's got some cockamamie story

in his head? Let's give him just that.

Well, that's kinda harsh on slick here,

you know?

Maybe give him a shot. Take the edge off?

No.

Not with the book club over there.

It's gotta sound real.

Well...

- I haven't done anything.

- It's been a blast, Nicky.

You are one unlucky son of a b*tch.

My daddy always did say,

"Girls are nothing but trouble."

Ducky boy!

Hey, Duck, where you at?

Hey.

When did you get here?

"Itty-bitty titties," huh?

Jesus Christ. Are you high?

Stay the f*** away from my daughter.

Don't talk to her.

Don't touch her. Don't even look at her.

As far as you're concerned,

she doesn't exist. Got it?

What the f***, Bill?

I know what you are,

you sick son of a b*tch.

And I got a good idea

what was going on in Kabul too.

- What the f*** are you talking about?

- I saw your cameras.

Oh, come on, man.

The f***ing cameras are for patients.

I use them for work.

How long has it been going on?

I...

I just installed them.

I haven't even recorded anybody.

Don't lie to me.

I just saw a little girl...

Ow!

...naked on your screen.

You gonna lie to me now?

I... I was... I was just messing around.

Like, as a game...

"A game"? No.

Basketball's a game.

Tiddlywinks is a game.

Bowling is a f***ing game, Donald!

- Well...

- This is gonna stop, right now.

The minute you're thinking,

while you're thinking of something?

You're thinking of it.

But the second you do something,

that is a world of pain, my friend.

I know. I...

No, you don't. Clearly, you don't know.

Here's what's gonna happen.

You are done treating kids.

There are plenty of other doctors

that can do it.

No child is going to step foot

in this f***ing room ever again.

Okay.

You wanna know what else?

Now I know.

What does that mean?

Means it ain't a secret anymore.

The second that you do something,

or the second that I think that you're

even thinking about doing something,

I am going to break your f***ing arms.

From your shoulders

all the way down to your fingernails.

- Jesus, Bill.

- Got it?

What the...

- Got it?

- Yes, I...

- Got it?

- Yes. I... I... Yes.

I will. I will try.

F***.

Don't. I'll do it.

I'll stop. I promise. I promise I'll stop.

I promise.

And I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Come here.

F***. I love you, brother.

All right? I won't let anything happen.

Yeah.

Talk to me, Maksim.

Mmm-hmm.

Yeah.

Yeah. Yeah, yeah.

Huh?

Tell me when and I'll pick 'em up.

All right.

Yeah, thanks, Maksim. Thank you.

I got my papers.

Josie's, mine.

Everything.

Well, that's great.

Yeah.

It's great.

We're gonna celebrate.

Grab your sh*t. We're going to the mall.

F*** you!

DOCTOR ON CALL:

Oh, my God! I'm so homesick.

Oh, I'm gonna have a burger, baby.

A real f***ing hamburger

with real f***ing red meat.

Stop hiding.

You are so beautiful.

Leo?

Leo.

Leo.

Leo, Naadirah. Leo, Naadirah.

There's someone I need to tell you about.

Cactus. Cactus.

Cactus. Cactus.

Leo, where are we going?

It's freezing cold.

Judy, Judy, Judy! More beer!

I got 'em.

Stand down, Judy.

There you go, darling.

Thank you.

I got a plan.

Lay it on me.

I wanna give you the house.

Cactus, no.

The house, man. It's yours.

Cactus...

It's perfect. Look...

Get rid of the surgery.

Get rid of that whole kids cyberwear deal.

Ah, yeah, all right.

Give yourself a little perspective

on things.

- Hey, I have to make money, babe.

- Exactly, from Maksim.

- That f***ing Russian prick? No way.

- He needs a surgeon and I'm gone.

He's met you.

He knows that I trust you.

Come on, man.

It's pulling rounds and sewing tears.

- You could do it in your sleep.

- I don't know.

You'll be doing the same amount of work,

but getting paid double.

Look, you sell the clinic?

You got it made in the shade, buddy.

I can't believe you're really going, babe.

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