Serena and the Ratts Page #4

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Same to you.

Hmm. That should

be enough, right?

Yeah, it's fine.

You know,

you're a tough girl.

I bet

this beats sleeping

in an alleyway, right?

Right.

Yeah.

And don't bother trying

to sneak into my room

to molest me,

'cause I keep

the door locked.

Same to you.

I sleep

with my eyes open.

Now, that's creepy.

Yeah, I know.

[ chuckles ]

All right, good night.

I'll be at the end

of the hall if you

need anything.

[ automatic gunfire ]

Serena, pineapple.

[ gunfire continues ]

[ pin clinks ]

[ explosion ]

[ gunfire stops ]

[ engine revving ]

They're tailing us.

I told you to grab the case.

I had the case

in the car.

Yeah, well,

that was last night.

Well, why did

you move it?

Because we can't leave

a case of explosives

in the car overnight.

why not?

Because of people like you

who steal sh*t out of cars.

Never mind.

Start shooting.

[ gunfire continues ]

You see?

Keep one in the chamber.

That way when you

reload, you don't need

to rack the slide,

so you can keep shooting

if you need to.

I'm gonna kill you,

motherf***er!

Like I said,

it's not easy

to fire someone

in this business.

SERENA:
I've had

a lot of time to think.

I've made up my mind,

and if you don't agree,

I'll leave.

I've made it on my own before,

and I can do it now.

Anyways, look,

I'm tired of tagging along

and carrying

your bullets around.

I want to do a job.

The only way I can do that

is with your help.

I want the training

that you had.

Absolutely not!

You couldn't handle it,

not for a minute.

Boss.

Do you even

realize what you're

asking of me?

Yes, and I want you

to do it for me.

No, I can't.

Then I'm leaving.

Look, Serena,

maybe I can get somebody

else to help you out.

No. No,

I want it from you.

All right.

But you're

not gonna like it.

MAN ON TV:

You're not fooling anybody.

Okay, I'm heading out.

When I get back,

we'll get started.

Help yourself

to the fridge,

but leave the TV off

between 12:
00 and 1:00.

Why?

I'm recording a show.

What show?

Stories.

What stories?

It's a prison term--

soap operas.

When were you

in prison?

Ah, years ago.

What for?

Concealed weapon.

How long?

A year. They couldn't

trace it to anything,

'cause I

hadn't used it yet.

It was my first gun.

Does this

explain how you

got into your...

business?

Sort of.

See, when I got out

of the military,

I married a girl

named Lisa.

Her family

was in the Irish mob

based out of Boston.

Uh-huh.

[ sighs ]

So after I got married,

they expected me to do

certain things for 'em,

run drugs

and crap like that.

I wouldn't do it.

Why not?

Because I hate drugs.

They're the AIDS

of society.

Besides, I just

got out of a war,

and I wanted

some peace and quiet.

Anyway,

they didn't appreciate

my not cooperating.

I divorced my wife,

and the Micks put

a hit out on me.

Hey, I'm Irish.

Well, good for you.

You want to hear this

or not?

Yes.

So I got a gun

to protect myself.

It's not like I didn't

know how to use one.

I was used to having

a gun by then.

I just wasn't used

to carrying around

a permit for one.

So after I got out,

they were still

after me.

I had to kill

a few of 'em.

I found it a lot easier

than I expected,

killing citizens.

An enemy's an enemy,

no matter where

they're from.

So it just sorta stuck.

I started killing people

who needed killing.

You mean

you kill people that

needed to be killed.

No. I killed

people who needed

killing done.

You know,

jealous husbands,

maniac wives.

They would come to me

saying they wanted

their spouse dead.

I'd tell the spouse,

make 'em disappear

for a little while,

convince the client

the job was done,

collect my money

and then kill

the client,

then collect

from the spouse.

You killed

the people

that hired you?

Provided the spouse

would pay me more.

You'd be amazed

at how vengeful someone

gets when they learn

their dearly beloved

wants them dead.

And I leave

the situation

with a clear conscience,

knowing

the victim started

the whole problem

and got

what they deserved.

I mean, honestly,

how can you

marry someone

and then hire a thug

like me to shoot 'em

in the back

just 'cause

you're unhappy?

Oh, they deserve

what they got.

That's amazing.

Yep.

After all this time,

I had no idea.

You still watch

soap operas.

MAN ON TV:

Question people

from the meeting...

You a**hole.

BOSS:
The secret

to killing people is...

there is no secret.

People kill each other

all the time.

They're just no good

at getting away with it.

You know how to kill someone

in any given situation.

It's human instinct.

You will react to any situation

without hesitation.

You will shut out

all of your emotions.

You will push yourself

to your breaking point,

and then

you will push further.

[ soft rock music plays ]

[ no audible

dialogue ]

Isolation, advice,

desperation

And it's nice

to meet you both

The name is homeless

Alone

And my fuse

Has been lit

I'll take the moon

to the sun

The less I see,

the more I feel

'Cause it's me,

I suddenly materialize

And we've yet

To find

I got little to offer

And even less to give...

BOSS:
All right,

let's go.

[ grunting ]

Come on.

One.

What's the matter

with you? Like

the taste of mud?

Come on. Push.

That was no good.

One.

Keep your back

straight.

That was

no good. This isn't

high school, honey.

There's

no girl push-ups here.

Look, I've got all day.

We're gonna stay here

until I get tired

of push-ups.

Today is like yesterday

And the mood is

make or break

To keep those demons

At bay

You see, I'm not

Getting any younger

And I feel that...

[ song ends ]

Yeah, yeah. Yeah.

Look, babe,

I'm sorry I'm late.

I mean, sue me.

But I get caught up

at work.

Because I've gotta tell

these incompetent idiots

what to do every minute.

I-I'm breaking up.

Can you hear me?

Can you hear me, babe?

Can you hear me now?

Can you--

What the f***?

[ choking ]

[ gasps ]

Mommy.

Yes, hon?

[ breathes deeply ]

What is God?

God is everywhere.

He created life.

He loves everyone.

What about sinners?

What do you know

about sinners?

I'm a sinner.

You're a sinner.

Everyone's a sinner.

Not everyone's

a sinner, honey.

Then...

who isn't a sinner?

Anyone who's sorry

for the things

they've done wrong.

What if they're not sorry?

[ sighs ]

Well, then,

you go to hell.

What would you tell Him

if you were a sinner?

You know

what I'd tell him?

What?

I'd tell him the truth,

I've never done

anything good

or anything right,

just to get in

to their party.

[ hiccups ]

[ acoustic guitar

music playing ]

You watch as life

goes rambling on

[ coughing ]

You keep on walking

But you'll never know

[ hacking cough ]

Where

your shooting star is

You wake up

in the night...

[ hacking cough ]

If getting into heaven

was that simple

Well, then you'd wouldn't

have to knock so hard

If getting

into heaven...

[ coughs ]

Was that simple

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