Repeaters Page #4
get some Chinese food.
Why don't you guys come?
- Okay.
- Okay.
We can fit in the truck, right?
- Uh, yeah. Yeah.
- Come in.
What colour?
- Blonde.
- You're gonna go blonde?
- Yeah.
- No... Did not know.
l mean, l love the blonde,
but your hair...
l mean, it goes so well with your eyes.
It's pretty.
-Yeah, well, we already bought the pack,
and we're doing it this weekend, so...
- Should be fun.
(door chimesjingling)
- Oh, ho, ho! Well, well, well...
lf thisjust isn't
too cute for prime time.
You girls want to get more f***ed up
than you've ever been
- Put it away, Weeks.
- What, it's okay foryou to smoke meth,
but it's omlimits
for the rest of the family, is that it?
lf it isn't the friendly neighbomood dick!
- Say that again, Weeks.
- How'd they ever let
a gutless sack of sh*t like you
become a cop anyways?
- Just keep talking.
Come on, Weeks, keep talking.
All right, you know what,
that's not even remotely funny.
Look, you want to think vey carefully
about what you're doing right now.
- Oh, l'm thinking, l'm thinking.
l'm all thunk out.
- Mike-
- Shut the f*** up, Kyle.
l'm gonna give you three seconds
to get your ugly fat ass outta here.
One...
Hand away from the gun, Gerald.
Hand away from the gun.
There you go, there you go.
Two...
(door chimesjingling)
(gunfire)
(people screaming)
F***ing mess with me!
F*** om!
You don't know what you're missing.
- You guys okay?
Hey... You okay?
Charlotte, you okay?
You all right?You okay?
(people sobbing and whimpering in shock)
(pounding on door)
- T:
30, Halsted!- What are you doing?
What the f*** are you doing?
- Hey, eveything that you're doing
is gonna stay with you!
It's gonna stay with all of us!
- No, Kyle!
You do not want to do this, Kyle!
(muMed shouting)
(garbled):
Kyle!(screaming in frustration)
- You have to do this.
- It's not gonna make any dimerence.
Nothing does.
- You have to ty.
You know, it's amazing...
just to score, you know?
Like, l'll take this from my mom,
she'll never know it was gone, or...
steal my sistersATM card...
siphon om some cash here and there.
What's a kid need
with all that money, right?
Then they...
They trashed my house
'cause of the money l owed.
And...
Beat the sh*t out of my little sister
while l was five feet away...
f***ing blasted out of my mind.
- l couldn't let anyone touch me
for the longest time.
- Come on, Mike... You haven't had
anything to eat or drink all day.
Me and Sonia are worried
about you, man.
- Oh, you are, huh?
The mo ofyou, the thoughtful couple.
How nice.
God, she finally got to you, huh?
Did she feed you the line...
What was it?
Uh... ''l couldn't let anybody touch me
for the longest time?''
lt's right before she grabs your cock, right?
How was she for you?
You know,
l wasn't all that impressed, myself.
The biggest challenge is to find
a nice place to f*** around here.
Where'd you do it?
You didn't do it, did you?
What's the matter, buddy?!
- Look!
Mike!
Just... stop, okay?
Stop.
Let'sjust forget about this, okay?
Let'sjust forget about all this sh*t...
And just ty again.
Let's ty to figure this out.
There's got to be
some kind of deeper meaning...
to this.
(laughing)
- l...
l just took a piss in my pants.
There's got to be
don'tyou think?
(laughing)
See, look?
(laughing)
l'll see you this morning!
-Are you tipy yet?
- Maybe.
(girls giggling)
Aren't you supposed
to be locked up somewhere?
- CharIotte, l need to talk to you.
- l don't want to talk to you.
- Charlotte...
- F*** om.
- l just thought if l could talk to her...
lf l could explain...
Maybe there'sjust no point
in me tying to explain the sh*t l did.
- Kyle, she'll come around.
- l don't know.
Are you, uh...
Are you okay about earlier?
- Yeah.
l'm vey okay.
Doesn't a part ofyou wonder
if maybe he's right?
l mean, if evey good thing we do
gets erased...
Evey bad thing we do gets erased...
What does it really matter what we do?
- l guess...
l just need for it to matter.
(pounding on door)
- T:
30 Halsted!(tray clattering)
- Nice one, loser!
- Hey...
Bob, where's Mike?
- What?
- Sonia? You know where they are?
l don't know, Halsted, having a smoke?
l don't know.
(whimpering in fear)
- Drop the club.
Come on, Kyle, it's a f***ing club.
Drop it.
You think you can decide
how l spend my repeats?
lt's only fair that l retum the favour.
Take the knife.
(cying)
The knife on the table, take it.
- What?
- Come on, Kyle.
Good.
Stand over there.
- Mike, what-
- Now...
Cut his throat.
(whimpering and cying)
- Mike, please don't do this.
- Cut his throat,
or l'll put a bullet in her leg.
l kid you not, Kyle.
l will put a hole in her leg
the size of a f***ing grapefruit.
(gunshot)
(screaming)
Do it, or l'll put a bullet in her head!
-You're f***ed!
- That's right, get angy!
Get motheucking feral!
Cut his f***ing throat!
(muMed cying)
(strangled choking)
Welcome to the club, Kyle.
- You're okay...
(moaning in pain)
Come on, come on.
(whimpering)
All right...
- We'll have fun...
- l'm okay.
Come on, what's wrong?
Come on...
- No, l'm okay. l'm okay.
- F***!
- Get the f*** up!
Get up, you f***ing piece of sh*t.
- l knew you had it in you.
l'm gonna give you three seconds
to get lost.
- F*** you.
(gunshot, girl screaming)
(voice echoing):
See you this morning, Kyle.
(pounding on door)
- T:
30, Halsted!(panting in terror)
- Do you want me to come up?
- No.
l'm fine.
-You're gonna die tonight.
Don't ask me how l know, but it's true.
l've thought about what l wanted
to say to you so many times.
l don't hate you anymore.
l don't, but l have to move on from this.
l have to,
or else nothing's gonna change...
For any of us.
(dooell ringing)
- What do you want?
Are you in trouble?
- No, l...
They let us out for a few hours.
Can l-can l come in?
l really need to talk to Charlotte.
- l-l really don't think it's a good idea.
- Mom, l really need to talk to her.
-Are you clean?
- Yeah, Mom.
Please let me talk to her.
- Okay.
- Residents are reeling tonight
over the death
in what's shaping up to be
a double homicide.
The suspect is described
as a Caucasian male
in his early 20s...
- CharIotte?
- What are you doing here?
- l need to talk to you.
- Get the f*** out of my room.
- No.
Charlotte, no, l'm not going anywhere
until you and l have talked, okay?
- We've got nothing to talk about.
Who's in the ca
- Her name's Sonia.
Yeah, l met her in rehab.
l've been thinking a lot lately...
Just about...
About what l did to you and to Mom.
- l don't want to hear this, Kyle.
-And l can't let another day pass
without telling you...
VMthout telling you how sory l am.
- Fine. Are we through now?
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Submitted on August 05, 2018
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