Scarewaves Page #2
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- 2014
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Not yet.
He might not give me
the gift anymore.
I thought it was over
when you found that ladder.
I thought you would
just leave.
Stupid girl.
(smack)
It's gonna be
It's gonna be beautiful.
What gift?
I'm sorry?
You said he
gives you a gift?
What gift?
Art.
More beautiful
than I could've
ever imagined.
Now be quiet.
I need to concentrate.
(sobs)
I'd prefer
without the ropes,
but this'll be
something different.
(chanting)
Shut up!
It's part of the cost.
Just like you.
One for every
full moon.
Murderer!
I've never killed
anyone in my life.
Stop squirming!
Ugh!
No!
This is part
of the deal, isn't it?
The painting?
Just, just put it down.
Go to hell!
That would be a gift
compared to what will happen.
(canvas tears)
What have you done?
You...
(clock tolls)
(Linda gasps)
(growling)
(clock tolling)
(Linda gasps)
(growling)
(screaming)
(crickets chirping)
(clock ticking)
(camera shutter clicks)
How about this one?
Perfect!
Now, turn your head
a little bit.
(camera shutter clicks)
Excellent.
Perfect.
You look beautiful.
(giggling)
(chanting)
(clock tolls)
Now, I don't want
you to think
that I see all artists
as selfish and heartless,
in such broad strokes.
(laughs)
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry,
I couldn't resist.
You know what,
I'm not sorry, okay?
This my show tonight, folks.
But to placate you all,
my lovely listeners,
the phone lines
are indeed open,
and clearly you already
know the number.
Hello, caller,
you're on the air.
I wanna f*** you, Amos!
Well, while I certainly
appreciate the sentiment
of your comment,
I've no doubt
that the validity
of what you have to say
may be lost
on the FCC.
But what the hell?
It's our last night
on the air.
They can just put it
on my tab.
Are, are you still there?
Hello?
Yeah...
So, what can I do for you?
Uh, I thought you would
hang up on me.
I, uh...
(phone clicks)
Well, fair enough.
You know, my grandfather
was a man of few words himself,
although I never hope
to see him naked.
I appreciate you,
sweetheart.
Hello, next caller.
Amos Satan?
That's me,
what can I do for you?
Well, for starters,
you can start paying
your debts
like a grown man.
'Scuse me?
Don't you get
your mail, Amos?
Or should I call you Eric?
Listen, buddy,
this is neither
the time or the place
to drudge up
whatever it is
you're selling.
You can't hide.
Goodbye, dickweed.
For some people,
they can never have enough.
Their sense
of entitlement
will forever redefine
what "fair" means.
I'm not trying to get
political or anything,
I mean, whether you're
talking about a politician
or just simply a friend
who's grabbing
the last piece of bread
while you're waiting
for your entree,
it doesn't matter.
Everyone has
their own idea
of what fair means.
This story is
about two men
who draw a line
in the sand,
but as the waves
crash in,
that line begins
to erode.
Is blood really
thicker than water?
I know one thing
for sure,
someone is about
to get their fair scare.
Don't let the puns
stop you, folks,
it's a good one.
Crying,
tugging on my jersey,
pulling my tail,
puking on my shoes.
Yeah, it's a hard knock
life, Pokey.
Don't call me Pokey.
Nobody is ever gonna
call me Pokey again.
Yeah, whatever.
Good evening,
this is Ronnie Reynolds
with a news update.
Our Pilots
won the ballgame,
but it was the entire
team that lost
as a bandit robbed
the ticket booth
at gunpoint tonight.
Although exact totals
have not been released,
the armored car
was at the end
of a long circuit
and may have been carrying
upwards of $2 million.
More information...
That ain't right.
That bag was awful heavy.
You left a candle
burning in the window.
Did you get the money?
Of course!
They didn't even notice
me coming up on them.
Of course they didn't notice.
You aren't anybody.
I ain't the one
But could you two
keep it down a bit?
Relax.
There's no neighbors
for 15 miles.
Moons out, goons out.
You didn't think
we'd need three glasses?
I told you
this was foolproof.
It was even better
than foolproof.
Turns out that armored
truck that came
to pick up the gate
at the ballpark,
well it was the last haul
of a long day.
We ain't just got
a couple thousand in there.
I think we've got
a million.
That's a hell
of a three-way split.
Who said anything about
a three-way split?
Ole Pokey here did all
the shooting and the robbing,
and I drove
the getaway car
and was the brains
behind this operation,
but what exactly
did you do?
This is my
grandmother's old house.
It can never be
traced to us.
And did you kill
your grandma
for this place?
No!
Then you ain't
done nothing.
We could've found the keys
to this place ourselves.
They're probably under
that concrete frog out front.
Do you have something
to say to your cousin?
What'd I tell you
about calling me Pokey?
Hey, your husband got
a little salty tonight.
Seems he gets a crawl
up his butt
about that mascot thing.
I thought that was
just to scare people.
Oh, it scared 'em all right.
A few bullet shots
to the chest
would scare the hell
out of anybody.
They didn't
take me serious.
Nobody takes you seriously.
You're the mascot.
Well, that's why
I had to pull the gun out.
Oh, Jesus.
That's why it was
foolproof.
They were unloading
the gate.
They never imagined
the mascot
would come up
on them.
But they laughed at me.
Again, mascot.
People are supposed
to laugh!
Well...
they ain't laughing now.
You know, I ain't had nothing
but my uncle's shine
out of these old
ball jars.
We had wine glasses.
We broke 'em
in a fight.
There's been
a change of plans.
See, since your husband
decided to go all O.K. Corral,
I probably won't
be leaving till the morning.
Let things
settle down a bit,
so if you could
just point me
to a guest room.
Upstairs.
Thank you.
Now, I'm a might
tired myself,
but your husband
might have some adrenaline
from all the gunplay.
If my Tommy John
surgery had took,
I'd be in the majors
right now
instead of being
the mascot.
But that's how it
went down.
And here we are.
Tommy John?
That sounds like a salon,
not an operation.
I mean, I was in Iraq
pulling shrapnel
out of my leg
from an IED
with a KA-BAR,
and you hurt yourself
throwing a ball.
Tommy John was only
in the top ten
of left handed pitchers
of all time is all.
And I'm sure when they run
the bottom ten of that list
your phone will
be ringing off the hook.
Now, half of that
is mine,
and the other half
is yours,
and whatever you do
with your half
ain't none of my concern.
So...
You gonna pour me a glass?
(crickets chirping)
(door creaks open)
Mitchell's asleep.
I didn't think
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