Pushing Dead Page #6
- Year:
- 2016
- 110 min
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Give me your f***in' money!
- [Paula] No!
[CLATTERS]
NO!
[THUD]
- (groans) Ugh.
[LOW TONE]
(grunts, gasps)
- You're lucky I'm nice.
- (heavy breathing)
[MUSIC]
So beautiful...
I'm okay, kid.
Thanks, thanks for your
concern, but go on home.
Okay, you're creeping
me out now. Go away.
- Let this be a lesson to you.
Crime doesn't pay.
- Got it.
And what doesn't kill you
makes you stronger.
- Okay.
[SIREN]
[QUICK FOOTSTEPS]
[CATS YOWLING]
[DOGS BARKING]
- [Mike] I call this
one the Grim Peeper.
- It's horrible. I love it.
It's all, it's all great!
- Wait here.
- Sh-, should I be worried?
- (Mike laughs)
- [Dan] I guess if I'm being
honest, they're a touch darker
than I was expecting.
But uh, I really
do dig them, man.
Is that a meerkat?
- [Mike] (from other room) Yep!
- I would, I would tell
you that I like them
even if I didn't
because that's a
thing that I do.
It's a problem for me but
the truth is, I really...
I'm just really impressed.
I mean, it's all really great.
- Well, I thought it
would appeal to you.
Oh, is, is that,
that's not something
that gentlemen do here,
go through other men's wallets?
- Sure, have at it.
I have nothing to hide.
- Good.
- (sighs)
- [Mike] Who's this?
- That is Kevin.
- An ex?
- An ex.
We were together for years.
And then he died.
- Sorry.
- Yeah, what can you do.
(chuckles)
- Looks like a nice guy.
- Oh, he was a great guy.
- You never answered
my question.
- You've asked me
many questions.
- How long
have you been positive?
- A long time.
- How long?
- Longer than you.
- Tell me. Just tell me.
- Okay.
Twenty-two years.
- Twenty-two years. Man.
Long time.
- Yeah.
- You ever been sick?
- No.
Not really.
Okay! Um,
I know that (sighs)
I know it's a little early
in the proceedings to be
playing favorites, but
he's my favorite.
I love trolls.
- Well thank, thank
you for that but,
that's not a troll.
That's a mini-miser.
- It was the number four best
selling toy in the UK, all-time.
Fact.
- That is, that's a mini-miser.
- Do you not know what that is?
- No.
- [Dan] Oh.
- What is this. What was that?
- Ah. That is a thing
that they used to
do back in the day.
First time it happened to me,
I was in New York at a club.
I was talking to this guy
and then another guy,
who I'd never met, came up
and drew a little
cross on my back.
and he was like "Yo, man.
I just had to warn you.
That guy you were talking to,
HIV pos."
(chuckles)
(sighs)
- That's insane.
- And then I was just super
paranoid, you know?
was walking behind the
person that I was talking to
which was a completely
irrational fear
because the only one who
knew I was positive was me.
Still.
- Look, let me show
you something.
- (gasps)
- [Mike] Yeah.
That's my original model.
- I like him very much.
- Yeah? Do you want him?
- Yes.
- You can have him.
He's yours.
(sighs)
- I shall have you.
- (chuckles)
- I used to have this
recurring dream
when I was a kid.
And inside the trunk, I would
keep all of my magic stuff,
because I was
very into magic.
- (breathes deeply)
- And in the nightmare,
this creepy little puppet man
would jump up on
the steamer trunk
But he wasn't a puppet
because there were no strings.
He could move all by himself.
And he'd stare at me.
And then, his face
would start bleeding.
Usually out of his
nose, but sometimes
it would be an ear or
one of his eye sockets.
And you could tell, like,
He liked bleeding from the face.
And then he would start humming.
- I...
I don't think I
want to hear this.
- And then, his face would
start bleeding more,
and more, and more.
And he's just staring me down,
blood gushing from all
of his facial orifices.
Humming.
And I had this dream
every night for a solid year
when I was like, 10 or 11.
(sniffs)
Do you wanna know
how I beat him?
I'll tell you.
I started thinking about
this creepy little dick
every night before
I went to bed.
I would just start cycling
through all of his
demonic antics in my brain
and the more and more
I thought about him,
the less and less scared I was.
And then one night,
(whispers) Pow. Nightmares just
stopped.
And the young warlock
had defeated
the creepy little
faux puppet f***er.
(laughs softly)
The end.
[MUSIC]
- (sighs)
- I, I don't want to do this.
And why did you make
me wear this f***in' suit?
- Because you look
like a truck driver
who'd been living in a
Mexican motel for a year.
Now just go ring the doorbell
and give her the flowers.
It's gonna be so easy.
- I feel like an ass, okay?
Come on, let's go.
- Stop being such a fag.
- (gasps)
- Yeah. I can say that.
Especially if the
situation calls for it.
Now open your door and
get out of this car.
- (mocking) Yeah, sh*t.
- Yeah, sh*t...
- (mocking) My legs and my ass.
It's a journey just
getting out the f... car.
- Ooh, that's a
pretty suit, Bob!
- Suck it, Donnie!
- Oh, that hurts my feelings.
- (heavy breathing)
- Hey I'll see you over there
at that place next
week, eh, Bob?
- [Bob] Yeah, I'll be there.
Say hi to Linda.
[MUSIC]
Are you shittin' me?
(heavy breathing)
[DOOR OPENING]
She wasn't home. Let's go.
'cause I'm pretty sure I just
saw her through the window.
- Who am I gonna disturb?
It's 3:
00 in the afternoon.- People are napping, okay?
They're nappingat 3:00 here.
Let's drive. Drive. Go.
- It's the neighborhood
nap time?
- Yes, it's the
neighborhood nap time.
[CAR ENGINE]
- Maybe you should date more
often. This place is spotless.
- (giggles)
I just have this extra
skip in my step.
- (blows)
- Hmm.
- (sighs)
I gotta tell ya, it's...
it's been, it's been
surprisingly refreshing
dating someone who's positive
You know after Kevin I just,
there was no way, you know,
I thought I would never
you know, want to go through...
Um...
[TAPPING MUG]
But it's just easier. In a
lot of ways, it's easier.
- Well, Snowball and I
are very happy for you.
- Thank you. Both of
you. And can I just say
I am delighted that
you two are getting
on so well.
- (cartoon voice) Uncle Dan,
I love my mom.
(normal tone) Aw,
thank you, sweetheart.
I love you, too.
(cartoon voice) Yes
I do! I love her.
We're very proud of you!
You're getting out there!
Good for you! (laughs)
But let's, let's
not give up on the
idea of a, of a real man, okay?
Let's keep that ball in the air.
Balls!
[MUSIC]
- (whispers) Don't
listen to him.
He doesn't mean it.
[PHONE RINGING]
- [Mike] Hi, uh, could
I speak to Dan, please?
- Well, um...
I guess that
depends. Who's this?
- [Mike] (laughs)
It's uh, it's Mike.
The only british person
likely to be calling you.
- (chuckles) Well
how's it goin'?
- (Mike) Yeah, good. Um,
good I think. I, I had a
really nice time last night.
- Ah, so did I. I can't
wait to do it again,
like, oh, I don't know...
Tonight?
Hello?
Is this thing on?
[TAPS PHONE]
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