Self Storage Page #6
WHAT'S THAT ABOUT?
LET'S TAKE A WALK.
- SARA-MARIE!
- YOU CRAZY? HE'S GO A F***ING GUN!
HANG ON!
LET'S JUST FIGURE THIS OU FOR A SECOND.
- WE KNOW WHERE THEY'RE GOING.
AND GO AROUND.
- SEE? THAT'S WHAT THE F***
I'M TALKING ABOUT.
THAT'S THE SHI THAT I CAN'T F*** WITH.
[grunting]
YOU KNOW THAT?
[giggles]
clang!
- OH!
- DON'T MOVE A MUSCLE.
- COME ON, JAKE!
AW, COME ON, JAKE.
TO GO HOME.
WE DON'T NEED ANY PROBLEMS,
OKAY?
[flare gun clicking]
WE LOVE YOU, BRO.
SO NERVOUS.
- [exhales sharply]
SINCE YOU WERE A KID, RIGHT?
[flare gun clicks]
[flare whooshes]
- F***.
smack!
[grunting]
AH!
[thudding]
[groaning]
I'M SORRY, JAKE.
- [panting]
[machines hissing and beeping]
[ominous music]
GOT TO BE.
- [clears throat]
[dramatic music]
TREVOR.
[sighs heavily]
[clears throat]
HELLO, BABYCAKES.
OBJECTIVE COMPLETE,
MY BROTHER?
HO!
OR I SLIT HER THROAT WITH THIS
VERY SHARP SWITCHBLADE.
WALT?
ANY MAN DOES ANYTHING.
[machine beeps]
PUT IT DOWN.
- [grunts]
[grunts]
- IT'S OVER, OLD BUDDY.
DEATH BEFORE SURRENDER.
TREVOR?
WALT.
TOO MANY CASUALTIES.
HAVE BEEN LOST.
BUT THAT'S THE COST OF FREEDOM.
YOU THINK PEACE:
- WRONG, TREVOR.
MURDERS IS THE RESUL OF F***ING WITH ME.
HUH!
[grunting wildly]
YOU ARE RELIEVED
OF YOUR DUTY, SERGEANT.
THIS THROUGH, KID.
YOU GOT AN AWFUL LO OF BLOOD ON YOUR HANDS HERE.
BUNCH OF KIDS.
DRUGS, ALCOHOL.
THESE PARTIES GET OU OF HAND SOMETIMES, HUH?
- IT'S OVER, WALTER.
I'M TAKING HER,
AND WE'RE GETTING
THE F*** OUT OF HERE.
- IS THAT A FACT?
[chuckles]
THE BALLS TO PULL THAT TRIGGER.
AND WHO THE F***
IN A PARKING LOT?
YOUR FINGERPRINTS
ALL OVER THE WEAPONS.
AND THESE ARE ALL YOUR FRIENDS,
GOOD BUDDY.
WHY THE F***
FOR YOU, JAKE.
- F*** YOU, WALTER.
- BEFORE I BLOW HER BRAINS OUT,
ONE TIME.
YOU SEE THIS PHONE?
IT RINGS;
YOU ANSWER;
NOT BAD, HUH?
[echoing] HEADS UP...
[Trevor groaning]
- [moaning]
[grunts]
JAKE, JAKE...
ONCE.
HE GAVE ME A KIDNEY
IN WADE CITY.
[giggles]
HE--HE DID.
WALT DID.
HE SAID THAT'S WHY
WE HAVE TWO KIDNEYS.
TO ONE,
WE HAD...
A SPARE.
[groans]
AWAY!
GODDAMN!
IT'S REDUNDANCY.
[chuckles]
[choking]
YOU WIN, JAKE...
[gasps]
[snorts]
[lively dance music ringtone]
[heavy rock music]
NOW I AM INCLINED
FEELING LIKE:
THEY'LL NEVER UNWIND...
TOO SOON:
LOOKING FOR MORE
ASKING ANYONE:
EVERYONE:
JUST SLIDE:
WON'T YOU SLIDE
FEEL WHAT IT FEELS
TO BE USED:
FEEL WHAT I FEEL
TO BE USED:
- ROUGH NIGHT.
- WHERE'S THE MAJOR?
- THE MAJOR...
HE GOT FIRED.
- REALLY?
- YEAH, WE'RE KIND OF...
UNDER NEW MANAGEMENT.
ME AND MY GUYS.
IN TOWN.
WHAT?
THOUGHT THOSE CAMERAS
YOU KNOW, UH...
MIGHT WANT TO PU THOSE GUNS DOWN.
THE GUYS,
THEY DON'T LIKE GUNS.
THEY SEE GUNS...
THINK, UH...
HARD WORKER.
YOU CALL ME.
LET'S MOVE.
- FEEL WHAT I FEEL
TO BE USED:
TO BE USED:
FEEL WHAT I FEEL
TO BE USED:
[gun clicks]
[gunshots]
- [gasping]
[man grunting]
[gunshot]
[car door chiming]
[engine turns over]
[dramatic instrumental music]
- AUTHORITIES ARE STILL BAFFLED
BY THE CARNAGE DISCOVERED HERE
ON POST ROAD.
YET THE BODIES:
OF THREE NOTORIOUS EX-CONS,
AND FOUR LOCAL COLLEGE STUDENTS
WERE FOUND SLAIN.
POLICE UNCOVERED
COMPLETE WITH:
LIFE SUPPORT SYSTEMS,
REFRIGERATION UNITS,
INVESTIGATORS BELIEVE
THIS CHILLING CASE
TO BE PART OF:
RIGHT HERE IN OUR OWN BACKYARD.
TONIGHT AT 11:
00.FROM WOODHAVEN,
I'M PAMELA WILLIAMS.
[upbeat guitar music]
[seagulls squawking]
- YEAH, I'D LIKE TO TRANSFER
SOME FUNDS.
ACCOUNT NUMBER 77654.
TRANSFER NUMBER 8543.
PASSWORD:
REDUNDANCY.
- HERE'S YOUR DRINK.
HEY, HEY, HEY,
NOW:
OOH, AND SO
WHICH WAY TO GO:
'CAUSE THEY GO ANYWHERE
I DON'T THINK I'M SCARED
'CAUSE THEY GO
LEFT AND RIGHT:
BUT, NO, I DON'T FIGH 'CAUSE I'M JUST INHALING
YEAH, 'CAUSE THEY GO
SIDE BY SIDE:
AND I DON'T DECIDE
BECAUSE I'M THE ONE FAILING
I'M FEELING
A STRANGE WAY:
BUT I'M FEELING LIKE
LIKE EACH RUNAWAY
RUNS INTO ANOTHER
EACH PATH I CHOOSE
HEY, HEY, HEY, NOW
OH, OH, OH,
AND SO:
'CAUSE THEY GO
HAND IN HAND:
'CAUSE THEY GO
LEFT AND RIGHT:
BUT, NO, I DON'T FIGH 'CAUSE I'M JUST INHALING
YEAH, 'CAUSE THEY GO
SIDE BY SIDE:
AND I DON'T DECIDE
I DO ALONE:
AND I SPIT IT OUT
AT LEAST I TRY:
BUT THEY'RE SIDE BY SIDE
HEY:
'CAUSE THEY GO
SIDE BY SIDE:
AND I DON'T DECIDE
YEAH, YEAH, HEY
WHOA, WHOA
AND I DON'T DECIDE
'CAUSE I'M THE ONE FAILING
YEAH, HEY, HEY
WHOA, WHOA
WHOA, WHOA, WHOA, WHOA
HEY, HEY
[music slows]
[pensive rhythmic music]
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