Parasites Page #4

I'm a freshman at USC.

Oh, so you're a college bum.

These aren't my clothes!

Look, those psychopaths

murdered my friends,

and now they're after me.

Oh, great!

I wish I could help, okay?

I've never been to the

cop shop down there.

And I don't want to go.

Bye.

Well, then where's a

hotel or a restaurant?

Something with a sign of life?

Anyplace I could find someone?

Don't f***ing yell at me.

There's a restaurant,

no, there's a hotel.

You know, back where

we lost your friends?

Go there.

Buses?

[Mona] They stopped

running hours ago.

[Marshal] Do you have a car?

A Porsche?

C'mon.

What about this Eddie guy?

You don't got money?

Eddie don't want you, and

you don't got money, honey.

I just saved you.

Saved me?

Worst they could've done

is tore me up a little.

It's nothing new

down there, man.

You just pissed those

beaners off good, that's all.

You're a real piece of work.

Yeah, that's right.

You know what, I get

f***ed for a living.

That's how I can f***ing live!

That's how Eddie and I get

by, and it works for us.

So don't you dare

look down on us.

Now back off, bum.

I'm sorry.

Please.

Help me.

Fine.

Eddie can tell you where

you can find the cops.

(ENERGETIC MUSIC)

[Swallow] No.

F***, I gotta take a break.

I need to rest.

(COUGHING)

It's hard to breathe.

What now, my lovelies?

You okay?

Just give me a second.

All right.

Quit you're whining, up

on your feet, let's go.

She can't breathe.

I don't give a f***.

Suck it up, sweet cheeks,

or I'll use your head

for a f***in' pinata.

Okay.

Now.

Who's the whore he

was running with?

Beats me.

[Wilco] Swallow?

I think I know who she is.

I've seen her around.

[Wilko] Around where?

By the old Church.

Over on...

(COUGHING VIOLENTLY)

Hey, hey, hey, okay relax.

Breathe, relax.

Slow.

Take a little nip of this.

Good.

I said a little, come here.

There's crystal meth

in here, with tequila.

You feel better?

[Swallow] Yeah.

Good.

This Eddie, where's he crash?

Over at the old Church.

On Fleet.

Near the graveyard.

Alright sugar tits.

On your feet,

we're off to Fleet.

Come on.

- Hey.

- C'mon.

I can't take his sh*t no more.

Well, I'm open to suggestions.

Well maybe we can

just walk the other way.

(INTENSE MUSIC)

Hey spic!

What are you waiting

for, come on, let's go.

Come on!

I'm not a f***ing Mexican.

For two years you've

been calling me a beaner,

border bandit, wetback,

greaser, migger, roach,

Mexicant, taco

jockey, field rat!

I'm Argentine!

Alright burrito

breath, back off.

Get your brown taco ass moving,

or I'll kill you and

her right here and now.

Go on!

Come on, go!

Go!

Motherf***er!

[Swallow] F*** YOU!

[Wilco] Oh, yeah?

(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

(ENERGETIC MUSIC)

This is it.

God, my shoes are killing me.

You live here?

Not supposed to.

Closed down.

They were going to level it.

Dig those graves up?

Tear a church down?

Well, that was five years ago.

Who knows what

happened with that.

[Marshal] Well,

the economy, I guess.

I say the Lord works

in mysterious ways.

Eddie?

Eddie?

Eddie!

Where is it?

There was some trouble.

I don't care,

where's the sh*t, baby?

They robbed me, and

they tried to rape me.

I don't f***ing care.

Where's the sh*t?

You weren't even gone

for f***ing hours.

I don't have it!

What do you mean

you don't have it?

I was f***ing robbed!

Get it?

It was my fault!

[Mona] He's okay, Eddie.

You brought, you brought...

He helped me, he

helped me, okay?

I don't give a sh*t.

You bring a stinking

bum in here?

What the f*** are you thinking?

[Marshal] Hey man, calm down!

It's okay, he just needs a fix.

Tell me to calm down?

Drop the f***ing shovel.

Drop it.

Do you see the gun?

Yes, okay, it's cool, man.

Look, Eddie, I just

need you to show me

where the police station is.

Police station?

Did you bring a

f***ing narc in here?

What the f*** are you

f***ing thinking, Mona?

Ooh, look, that turns me on.

Oh yeah, really, here,

want another one?

[Marshal] I'll

leave guys, alright?

Hey, hey, hey, hey,

hey, oh, no, no, no.

You ain't going anywhere.

Get back here.

Come over where I can

see you, in the light.

Stop right there, right there.

You get back here,

you stay right there.

Now what the f***

are you thinking?

Just put the f***ing gun down,

I'll go get some stuff from Dom.

That's what I just said.

So give me the f***ing cash.

I don't have it!

You don't have it?

I don't have the cash, they

f***ing robbed me, that's why!

Dirtbag, you have any cash

from your bottles and cans?

I got cash back in my dorm.

Your dorm.

Where might that be, Harvard?

USC.

[Eddie] USC, you're

a stitch, hobo.

Listen, I got nearly a

grand back at my place.

You have a car,

we can go get it...

Yeah, I have a car

like you go to USC.

Call my roommate, he'll

bring you the damn cash.

Oh, shut up, shut up.

You bring this f***ing

comedian in here?

Look at his hand,

he's got a gold ring.

Show me, show me that.

It's my father's,

gold, you can have it.

Yeah, I know I can have it.

Yeah, help him, take that off.

Not until you tell me

where the police station is.

Fine, I'll tell you where

the f***ing police station is.

Help him take off

the f***ing ring!

Just do what he says,

just do what he says.

Just do what he says, sorry.

(INTENSE MUSIC)

- It's stuck.

- Sh*t.

Come on, come on,

come on, help him!

I'm trying, I'm f***in'

trying, it's stuck!

I got it.

Alright.

Alright, that's nice.

You got what you wanted.

Where's the police station?

Where's the police station?

Oh, it's two blocks

down, it's on First Street.

(ENERGETIC MUSIC)

Get that puto!

(GUN SHOOTING) - Eddie!

Oh my God you sons of b*tches!

Motherfuckers!

Yeah, take this

you motherf***er!

Pito, you motherfucking whore!

I'm coming for you,

black motherf***er!

This thing ain't over yet,

you hear me you f***ing bum?

Oh, I got you, motherf***er!

You're fast, motherf***er!

Not fast enough.

Hey, you scared?

Yeah, you better be scared.

Know who I am?

I'm the boogieman.

Come on out.

Come on out, puto.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

Ooh, you smell that?

I smell fear, f***er.

You scared?

Hey, come on out, I'm

not gonna hurt you.

Come on.

(LAUGHING)

Eh, you're sloppy, homie.

Come on, I just want

to show you something.

I want to show you something!

(YELLING) (GUN SHOOTING)

Ow, motherfuck f***er!

This is for Mona.

Piece of sh*t.

(UPBEAT MUSIC)

(GUN SHOOTING) Oh sh*t!

F***!

(INTENSE MUSIC)

(GUN SHOOTING)

(SIREN SOUNDING)

Marshal!

You've got a lot of grit, kid.

[Police Officer] Don't

you move, get down!

Get down!

Get down on the

f***ing ground, now.

Alright, don't shoot, man!

Don't shoot, don't shoot!

Don't you f***ing move

or I'll blow your

f***ing head off!

[Wilco] I'm not

moving, I'm not moving!

I beat you, thank

you, thank you.

(GUN SHOOTING)

Did you see that?

Yeah, I saw it.

I saw it, I saw it.

Yeah.

Shut up!

I saw him go for it.

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