Order Of Chaos Page #4

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You've got one that's

going to look at a red line.

You've got another one

that's going to look

at the other side of things

and think something's wrong.

You know what?

Give me a minute.

I thought

you were honest.

I haven't lied to you

in any way, John.

No, but you lied in your

proposal for the Browning's bid.

$147,000?

That's a lie, and I know what

that number represents.

You know, I don't have to

justify myself to you, John.

Are you all right, man?

Am I "all right"?

Yeah, you just seem

a little stressed out.

I'm worried about you.

Jennifer's worried

about you.

How do you know

what Jennifer's worried about?

Because I've been f***ing her,

that's why.

Say it again,

motherf***er!

Say it!

Say that again--

Get off of me!

Hey, get off of me!

Hey, are you out

of your f***ing mind?

He's talking about

f***ing my fiance!

What the hell

is going on?

He stole

my information!

He's talking about

f***ing my fiance!

And I want him

out of here!

Get him out of here!

Get him out of here!

Wait a minute!

Listen, listen to me!

I am the victim here!

Listen to me!

Open your eyes!

Open your f***ing eyes!

I am the victim here,

Cynthia!

He's a f***ing

snake!

Woo!

I am the victim!

... More use

of chemical weapons.

This is how they give

their statements

to the public

and into the world.

I don't know how they came to

this conclusion or anything,

or the think tanks

that are paid millions

to go through these scenarios.

He then goes on to say...

...information chips

implanted in the brain...

...electromagnetic

pulse weapons...

Come on!

The middle class

is becoming revolutionary.

You're making me sick.

...population of countries

in the Middle East

increasing by 132%...

F***.

...Flash mobs...

What the f*** are you

looking at, motherf***er?

...flash mobs, which are groups

rapidly mobilized

by criminal gangs

or terrorist groups.

Now, let's just go over

this little paragraph here.

As I say, look at how this

is presented to the public.

This is standard predictive

programming...

...that's giving you fear,

on one hand,

without explaining

exactly why...

If you're going to sit here,

you have to feed the meter.

I'm sorry, I'm just

on the f***ing phone.

Thank you.

You're kidding me.

Hey!

Are you kidding me?

I warned you.

Come on,

are you kidding me?

I said

I warned you.

This is bullshit.

Come on, stop writing my ticket.

I'm taking down

the numbers--

Just stop writing

the f***ing ticket!

Stop writing

the f***ing ticket!

Are you

a f***ing machine?

I'm just

doing my job.

Are you

a f***ing machine?

Stop writing

the f***ing ticket!

Fine, whatever.

That's less money for me to

spend on immigrants, right?

We were here first.

No, no, no.

The Indians

were here first,

and we came and raped you

and you became a Mexican.

Have a good day,

seor.

You're a

f***ing parasite.

F***ing bullshit.

Come on, pick up,

Steph.

Hey, it's Steph.

Leave a message

and don't bore me.

Hey, it's me.

Hey listen, there's some

crazy sh*t going on, Steph.

You remember that a**hole Rick

you were flirting with?

He just--

He just stole my f***ing job

and I'm freaking out right now.

Do me a favour and run his name

through the DMV system there.

He should have a criminal

record.

I know of one incident--

I know one incident for sure

in Texas that did happen.

I just don't buy that

he happened to move in

across the hall from me

and happens to work

in the office

across the hall from me

and then

steals my f***ing job!

And I'm going to kill him

or something.

His last name's

Carlson.

There are probably

a million Rick Carlsons,

so I'm going to find out his

middle name and kill...

God, I wish

you'd answered.

He's trying to break up

my engagement.

Ha!

I'm sorry.

This is the longest message

in the world.

Listen, I'm cool,

Steph.

A little nervous breakdown

on the phone.

I'm fine.

Listen, I'll call you later.

All right? Bye.

I've just...

God!

Rick, you scared me!

What did you

just say?

I said, Oh God,

John, you scared me!

What are you doing?

Who were you

talking to?

My dad.

Do you lie to me?

What?

Do you lie to me?

No.

Do you love me?

Of course.

Which me?

Hm?

Which me?

I'm worried about you,

John.

Jonathan.

I know.

Rick told me.

Why are you so worried

about me?

Um...

Hm?

What do you want,

Jennifer?

Huh?

Hm?

Hm?

Tell me

what you want.

What do you want,

Jennifer?

I want to be

like we were.

I've been a mess

since you first met me.

Let me ask you something,

and think before you answer

because if you lie,

I'll know it.

Did you ever show Rick any of

the papers I've been working on?

God, no, John!

Did you ever talk to him about

my business in any specifics?

Be honest, now.

I did.

The other day,

in the garage,

I was saying that

I was worried about you

and we started talking.

You and Rick

started talking.

Say his name so you can

hear it, Jennifer.

Rick and I started talking

about you.

And we did talk

about your business,

but only in the context

that it was bothering you.

Well it sure as f***

didn't bother him

because thanks to you,

I lost my contract!

What?

You cheated

on me.

You defied the trust

of this house.

I only told him

that I was worried

about how stressed out

you are!

And why am I

so stressed?

Because I'm working my ass off

to keep the sh*t

that we already have

because we're in debt!

Because I'm the one f***ing

person on this planet

who doesn't rob and steal

and lie and cheat!!

And for that,

I'm considered weak?!

Okay, maybe you're so used to

being a victim, John,

that you can't see when people

are genuinely trying

to help you!

You're crazy!

Did I hurt

your feelings?

Want to know

the truth?

Rick's been trying to get me

to f*** around behind your back

since the moment we met

and I didn't

because I treat people

the way I want to be treated.

And if I treated you

with the kind of disrespect

that you've been treating me,

I hope to God

that you'd throw my ass

over this f***ing railing!

Now I'm giving you 3 seconds to

get the f*** out of this house!

One.

I see you.

"Richard Vellum Carlson."

Vellum Carlson.

F***ing Carlson.

Ha ha, very funny.

What are you doing?

What are you doing,

huh?

Huh?

You miss me already?

Rick,

what are you doing?

Talking to

my other girlfriend.

Deep down in the mud

where the dead f***

I'm calling your name

I bow my head to the ground

where my lips suck

Till our breath

is the same

There's a moment

I'm crawling like an animal

Something tells me

this is the time

There's a moment

I'm crawling like an animal

Will you come

for me?

What's so funny?

Just looking

at all the drones, man.

You know

what I'm saying?

Not really.

Then you yourself

are a drone.

I did my time

I threw it away

I followed the signs

so I could look in your eyes

Where have you been?

Tara, my love.

I haven't seen you

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