Parasites Page #2

Yeah, c'mon.

Let it out, punk!

Get away from us, you

piss-soaked, disgusting,

take your f***ing

hands off of me,

you f***ing, lice-covered

piece of sh*t!

Choke on this, motherf***er!

Can you spare some change?

Work for food?

F*** you!

F*** you,

you c*nt!

F*** you!

(BUMS SCREAMING AND CHEERING)

Swallow it!

Swallow it!

(GAGGING)

(FRIENDS YELLING STOP)

One, two, three!

C'mon buddy, c'mon!

Breathe, breathe, come on!

C'mon Scotty.

(boys panicking)

[Josef] Stay with us,

stay with us Scotty!

Stay here.

[Marshal] Someone help!

[Wilco] Aw man.

F***!

That don't look good to me.

Yep, hmm.

You murdered him!

(BEATING MARSHAL)

(BUMS CHATTING)

(SCREAMING)

(GUN SHOOTING)

(EMOTIONAL MUSIC)

He's dead!

Had to be done.

Had to do it.

It's either them or us.

Hey Spic!

You find that bullet.

You dig it out of

him if you have to.

Sure thing.

Okay clean it up.

Make'em disappear.

Strip 'em, chop 'em, burn 'em.

Don't leave any trace.

This one's still breathing.

Hey Wilco.

I can take care of it.

Yeah.

You'll do it in

the river, quietly.

This is messed up, Wilco.

How do you figure?

Killing these kids?

I'll take care of it.

I always take care of

you people, don't I?

(BUMS AGREEING)

Sure, but it's

just, it's just...

Hey listen.

We all agreed to

jump them, didn't we?

To push 'em back!

Whether you like it or not,

we're in this together.

Alright?

These punks would bury

us, given half the chance.

What's done is done.

We've just got to get, to

get rid of them that's all.

Come on.

(UPBEAT MUSIC)

Come on, hurry it up.

In the fire.

In the fire all of it.

What's done is done.

Just gotta get rid of what's

left of them, that's all.

(GANG MUTTERING AT SAME TIME)

(TRAIN PASSING BY)

[Swallow] Guys he's

too heavy for me.

(GRUNTING)

(MUMBLING)

[Bum] Come on Chain.

Okay.

[Bum] C'mon chain.

Nice.

Pants off.

Sh*t.

Okay, dude.

Sorry.

Big boy, huh?

I'll get this f***ing shirt off.

I'm sorry, friend.

[Marshal] Stop!

[Swallow] Get down,

you mother f***er!

Get off!

Wilco!

You f***ing pulled my hair

out, you motherf***er!

Get off of me!

Wilco, oh, f***!

Ouch, f***er!

God damn you!

You a**hole!

Wilco!

Wilco!

Wilco, he got away!

He got away!

F***!

Sh*t.

Wilco!

Wilco.

[Wilco] Yeah?

He got away, he went that way!

What the f*** are

you talking about?

You stupid b*tch!

(SLAPPING)

[Swallow] Sorry!

Sorry, my ass!

Mex!

Go get Pecker and his dog!

You're not going anywhere.

You stay right here!

Don't go anywhere.

What's going on?

Sugar Tits here let the

quarterback get loose!

Alright.

Who's fast on their feet?

Me.

Alright.

Stay with me.

The rest of you go

finish cutting 'em up.

Turn everything to ash.

And then dump it in the river!

(TRAIN HORN BLOWING)

Pecker!

Pecker!

(CROWD YELLING)

I'm gonna fix your ass, man!

[Swallow] I'm sorry!

You dumb f***!

He'll bring Johnny

Law down on all of us!

(PLANE PASSING OVER)

Where's Pecker

and that damn dog?

[Bum] He's coming.

[Scamp] He's coming.

[Bum] Pecker!

(DOG BARKING)

[Pecker] C'mon boy.

[Wilco] Here.

[Pecker] Smell it, boy.

Smell it, smell it.

[Wilco] Oh good, let

him go, let him go!

Go get him, boy, go get him!

He's gonna chop him

up real good, boss!

The boy wanted to see hell.

Don't disappoint him!

Alright, the rest of you!

Let's go, keep up!

(SCREAMING OUT)

(HEAVY BREATHING)

(GROWLING)

(MUFFLED CURSES WHILE RUNNING)

(DOG WHIMPERING)

(MAN SCREAMING)

Falcon!

No!

I'm gonna kill you motherf***er!

(SCREAMING AND GRUNTING)

Oh God!

Oh God, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

(GASPING FOR BREATH)

(ENERGETIC MUSIC)

[Wilco] I think I see them!

Oh sh*t!

(GANG CUSSING)

F***, oh man!

F***!

He killed him, Wilco!

Now keep it together, man.

He killed Pecker!

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

- I'm gonna kill him!

- Wait.

Get away from me.

(SCREAMING)

This is bad man.

I know it's f***ing bad!

We've got to finish

what we started!

Hammer, take the body back.

You know what to do.

Let's go, come on!

(SOFT MUSIC)

(ENERGETIC MUSIC)

(SCREAMING)

(CRYING OUT IN PAIN)

(CHAIN HITTING)

(TRAIN PASSING)

(HORN BLOWING)

(YELLING)

(CHAIN RATTLING)

(SLOW MUSIC)

Gotcha now, boy!

You're all mine!

Hey.

You should have

covered your tracks.

There you are!

You're f***ing head's

coming right off!

(YELLING)

You son of a b*tch!

You son of a b*tch!

You son of a b*tch!

You f***er!

(SCREAMING IN PAIN)

Wilco!

He'll get you, you f***er!

You mother...

Wilco, help!

F***.

F***.

(GROWLING)

(EMOTIONAL MUSIC)

Light the dark for the

meek of the masters

(MUFFLED MUSIC) - Hey!

Hey!

Help!

Hey!

Hey!

Yo!

Wait!

Yes, thank God!

What's up?

What's up guys?

Oh my God, bro!

What's up, I need your help!

Oh my God!

Lower your window, please!

I need your help!

You wouldn't believe the

kind of night I've had, man!

Can you help me please?

(PAINT BALL GUN SHOOTING)

(SCREAMING)

Stop wait.

Sh*t.

Stop.

He's disgusting as sh*t!

Beta Phi Phi, motherf***er!

I'm out!

F***ing bum, get

a job, you loser!

(TIRES SQUEALING)

(ENERGETIC MUSIC)

(SLOW MUSIC)

Ashes to ashes.

Dust to dust.

Good to meet ya, college boys.

[Wilco] Get that f***!

Keep up, ya fat b*tch!

[Swallow] I'm coming!

(SOFT GUITAR STRUMMING)

There is a house in

New Orleans.

They call the Rising Sun.

And it's been a ruin

of many a poor boy.

And God I know I'm one.

My mother was a tailor.

She sewed my new blue jeans.

My father was a gambling man.

Down in New Orleans.

Now the only thing

a gambler needs.

Is a suitcase.

And a truck.

And the only

time he's satisfied.

Is when he's on a drunk.

Oh mother tell your children.

Not to do what I have done.

Spend your lives in sin.

And misery.

In the...

(DOG BARKING)

(CHOPPER FLYING OVER)

(SIRENS SOUNDING)

(SOFT MUSIC)

(GLASS BREAKING)

[Marshal] Come on out!

Who the f*** are you?

I don't want any trouble.

[Wilde] You coulda

f***ing fooled me.

Hey.

It's you.

Yeah.

It's me.

- You're not with them?

- What?

Those two you were

fighting earlier.

Me fight?

In front of my truck!

The silver

Chevy.

Yeah.

Yeah, you think I'm with Wilco?

You think I'm with

that f***ing murderer?

Murderer.

Murderer!

He wishes he was f***ing me!

I enlisted!

Korea!

Purple Heart, purple balls,

purple f***ing everything!

No Vietnam bullshit draftee

sh*t that that f***ing piss-f***

slithered his f***ing

way f***ing through.

You've got to help me.

They're after me.

He killed my friends.

[Wilde] He owns the streets.

Look, you have to help me!

I don't need this aggravation.

They'll skin you alive

just as soon as

f***ing looking at you.

I'll tell you what, son.

You hide.

'Til the sun comes up.

I don't have that long.

Until the sun comes up.

People come out

when the sun shines.

(FAST MUSIC)

Don't leave me.

Look.

I'll give you my truck.

- You like my truck.

- Yeah.

It's brand new.

AC, power everything.

Only 1500 miles on it.

Silver Chevy.

AC.

You got the title?

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