Piggy Page #3

What the hell...

Come here.

Hello there!

Come now.

Shh...

Everything is in order.

Shh, shh...

Look. He smiles, see.

He is happy. Are not you glad?

Ta-da!

- What the f***?

- Hello.

What's going on?

I know, you kill John.

I'm know about it...

cause your friend, Craig told me that.

It was Jamie. It was f***ing Jamie.

It was his f***in thing.There are missunderstood

You can not.

You were there.

Tell the truth.

I was there

but I dont kill him. please!

It was Jamie.

There are always f***in Jamie!

Jamie and Andy Pretson...

Frank Erswell. And Craig. Craig Raaz.

please!!

- Jamie Ritler.

- Jamie Ritler?

Yes, Jamie Ritler. Do not kill me.

I have a little girl!

Okay, okay! It's alright.

Cal Down. Nothing happens.

The finder is not Jamie.

He has bolted..

He ran the next day.

I swear.

I told you that it was not me!!

It was not me. I swear.

For the devil.

Host it. It is fine

It's good.

For the devil then!

Dump his body in the wilderness.

Everything was different

for me, but was still same as before.

I was a different person.

At least on the way to becoming so..

- What?

- I'm just having fun.

- Joe...

- Shut the f*** up!

- Pitstop.

- What?

Jamie Ritler, this Pitstop.

- For what?

- Fabrics, apparently.

- Not related to John.

- Satan.

Custody.

It can last an eternity.

We should perhaps

take it easy.

Yes...

Maybe not.

Now I know everything

Frank Erswell. Come on.

This is fine.

A lovely night.

Do you think you are going to die now?

I will not die, man.

Say you are sorry.

I'm sorry, man.

We would not go that far.

I'm sorry.

Sorry?

- Sorry?

- Damn.

Damn.

No...

Revenge... feels f***ing great.

You probably should not be

so much with Claire.

What? What are you talking about?

What I mean, Joe. You know,

what I think is good for you, so...

Then nothing. It does not concern you.

- It was not nicely said.

- I've done everything you've asked for.

What have you,

what I do?

I just do not think that you need

becoming too involved. Okay?

- You need to focus on the finish line.

- What a stroke?

Our target.

That I do not agree in.

Okay.

I have given my opinion.

Follow my advice or not.

I do not.

But do.

What you f***ing.

Well...! Goddamn it!

It stinks like hell!

Is he dead?

I do not know. Ask him.

Oh, God! God!

What will you do to me?

Oh...

Your naughty boy.

You have sh*t in my pants.

What shall we do now?

We have not given us.

I'm not saying anything to anyone,

if you let me go. I swear!

I swear by my father's grave!

I say to no one.

No, of course.

If my life depends on it...

I will not... I will not die.

- It would be my brother does not.

- Not even John.

Your brother?

I did not know.

Why would you? You asked

he's not a personal question.

- I said that it was not me.

- You were there.

- It was Jamie.

- You were there.

It was them. It was f***ing Jamie.

You were there.

Yes, but Jamie is cooped up.

What? What do you think?

- Custody.

- For this?

- Substances.

- Substances, apparently.

So he is f***ing lucky!

Damn!

It's okay.

We get hold of him.

Listen.

I beg you, I beg...

- Listen to me.

- "Listen."

Let me go.

Let me go.

You know that we can not.

You're like our insurance.

Sadly for you

you must stay here a while.

- Get out!

- Up to the chin.

No... I shall not go.

- Do not leave me, hear ye!

- Quiet.

I ask you. Do not.

Listen.

I shall not go.

Do not let me die like this,

hear ye!

I will not die!

We move him next time.

Playing a little more with him.

- Yes.

- Do not leave me here!

Do not leave me, hear ye!

I will not die...

- Hello!

- Hey, are you around?

- Can you come? Do you remember Justin?

- Yes.

He's outside, very full.

He has been there a long time.

- I can not get him to go.

- Relax. I'm coming.

- Justin...

- Now close up, damn it.

- Who's that little sh*t?

- What the hell do you want? Go. Now.

- Make me. It will be bloody.

- I think you should go.

- Your little p*ssy.

- How to not speak to her.

You are a f***ing d*ckhead!

Let me see.

It's nothing.

I do not know why you...

It...

That's fine. Let me see the other.

Never mind that. Never mind.

Thank you.

- I must go now.

- You just got here.

Yes, but I...

I have something to fix.

- You all right?

- Yes.

Joe! Joe!

Joe. We are finished.

We are finished!

- We're done, Joe! Finished!

- What the hell?

- We have been seen on film.

- How the hell did you get in?

When we took Craig,

filmed a camera us.

We're done, dude. Finished!

We must finish this tonight.

Tonight!

I can not do it here.

We run away immediately.

- No, we take Danny, tonight!

- It is ridiculous.

- No, mate. Let me think.

- The decision was made for us, Joe!

I do not know what to do.

Do you go from me, Joe?

You do not suppose?

I did not say. It's just...

It is much to cope with.

We must be one step ahead.

We take it, we can take in the evening.

We save us, we wait a year,

we'll take Jamie.

But you do it this time, Joe.

You do it!

For your wonderful brother John.

I did not know what thoughts

was mine or Piggys.

By sharing brain with anyone.

to be full of ideas,

which may not be one's own.

I trusted no longer on my

intuition. What food I liked.

Music, clothes...

Who is it? Come on!

Who the hell is that? Come on!

Who the hell are you?

Hell...

Who the hell are you?

What are you in my house?

It did not quite

as planned.

I can not do it here.

- Joe, stay.

- It's over.

- I do not want more.

- How it works not.

- Says who?

- You! This is what you wanted!

Come on!

I knew what I wanted.

My brother's murderer.

I wanted them dead.

But it was imagination.

Now it felt like that when we did

this, we destroyed the imagination.

That's the problem with a fantasy.

As soon as it becomes reality,

It no longer exists.

Do not be afraid.

You can come home after this.

Every day I waited for the police.

When the phone rang, because I up.

When the doorbell rang,

I hid.

I began to hope

killings would stop.

Piggy would travel now,

where we had all we could.

And for a while everything was quiet.

But only one time.

Joe? Joe!

Wake up, Joe!

Wake up, honey,

the food is ready.

Joe?

Joe!

Damn!

Banks never on?

We're going to hunt, Joe.

What?

- What the hell are you doing?

- I told you, she made you crazy.

You know nothing about her.

Do not mix her into this.

We're going out, Joe. Tonight.

What are you talking about?

It is no more left.

Yes, it is.

There are other, Joe.

You can help.

We are finished!

It's over! Okay?

We are not finished, Joe.

We are not finished, Joe!

We are not finished, Joe.

We are not finished.

We are not finished.

We are not f***ing finished.

I have no idea who the hell you are.

I have no idea who the hell you are.

I have no idea who the hell you are!

I have no idea...

Why do you never talk about,

what happened?

- I do not know.

- It's just...

I see no reason for it.

I know you're upset.

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