Seven Psychopaths Page #2
A simple, joyous life
was not what was left to him.
This went on for 11 f***ing years,
till finally the killer went mad.
And one winter night,
while recalling a Catholic tract he'd read,
which stated that
the only people guaranteed a place in Hell
were not murderers, were not rapists,
but were those who had died
by their own hand.
The killer accepted such an idea as beautiful,
for he knew that at least in Hell
the Quaker would not be there.
So he cut his own throat open,
and the last thing that the killer ever saw
was the old man take out
a cut-throat razor of his own,
put it to his throat,
and slice.
Where were you walking him, Sharice?
The La Brea Tar Pits.
Mr. Costello, please don't hurt me.
I promise, I didn't mean to lose Bonny.
I just turned around and he was gone.
If it was a genuine error, Sharice,
if it wasn't your fault and he just run off,
why did you run off,
have us piss away 12 hours
just to find your fat ass'?
You love your dog so much, Mr. Costello,
and you're such an angry-type person,
I didn't think you'd listen to
anything I had to say about losing Bonny.
You'd just think it was my fault
and drag me back here
and tie me up and kill me.
Well, yeah, that was a pretty good...
Yeah.
Yeah.
- You should get a new one, boss.
-I know, but I like the handle, the blue.
I'm sorry about this, Sharice.
What it is, I don't oil it.
Please, Mr. Costello, I always loved Bonny
like he was my own child.
One, I do not want that image in my head.
Two, you shouldn't take advantage
just because my gun got stuck by accident.
Because that's low.
There's been a bunch of dog disappearances
down by the La Brea Tar Pits, I heard.
This Norwegian chick I was banging,
she got her dog back.
Been missing a couple of days.
Gave the guy a big reward,
then she started to think
there was something fishy about it.
She asked around.
Same thing happened
And, I'm sorry, Dennis,
when were you gonna mention this?
I'd have mentioned it straight off
if I hadn't been looking for fat-ass all night.
Dennis.
Could you go make some inquiries?
Get my f***ing dog back for me.
Sure, boss.
What about fatso?
She still lost my f***ing dog, man.
Just kidding, Sharice. You can go.
You think I'm gonna see Wendy again
when I go?
We'll both see her again, baby,
but not anytime too soon.
You ever worry we was wrong all those years,
and there ain't no Heaven
and there ain't no nothing?
Of course I worry, but God loves us.
I know He does.
He's just got a funny way
of showing it sometimes.
Sometimes I think
God's gone crazy sometimes.
Stuff He does, stuff He don't do.
Well, He's had a lot to contend with
in his time, too, you know.
Bastards killed His kid, too.
Don't say "bastards," honey.
It's just a word, Myra.
It's just a word, you know.
"Bastards."
You're gonna have
a nice time tonight, Billy. Relax.
He's your best friend, ain't he?
Kaya ain't so bad.
it ain't her fault she's a f***ing b*tch.
Must be hard coming all the way here
from Australia.
Or New Zealand.
Or wherever the f*** she came from.
Hey, I'm Billy. Billy Bickle.
What's your name? I didn't catch your name.
Hey. Come again?
Dimitri, I like that. Where you from?
Hey, happy birthday.
Hey, Bonny.
We'll get you back to your daddy
in a day or two.
Don't be sad.
That's good. You're not sad.
Oh, you're happy!
Paw.
Paw.
No paw. That's okay, too.
And the last thing that the killer ever saw
was the Quaker take out a cut-throat razor,
put it to his own throat, and slice.
What's up, Bickle'? Don't you get it?
- I get it.
-You don't look like you get it.
Maybe it ain't clear enough.
Maybe I should have
had you write it with me.
Maybe you just drink too much, Marty.
What did you just say?
You're a dog kidnapper, Billy.
from a dog kidnapper.
I ain't a dog kidnapper, Marty.
Stop it, Martin.
- Don't you f***ing start.
-Yeah, don't you f***ing start.
- Don't talk to her like that!
-You started it.
Shut up!
Kaya, that Quaker story,
I told Marty that story
in a bar two months ago.
A friend of mine told that to me.
So there might be copyright issues,
at the very least.
I'm gonna go, okay?
Thanks for... it was a nice party.
You look nice.
What you doing, honey?
Ain't you getting undressed?
If I could massacre every person in this
godforsaken country...
...that helped tear apart mine, I would.
I must focus, however, on the
gruesome task I have in hand.
What are you talking, baby? Chinese?
Vietnamese. Vietnamese.
Vietnamese. Yeah, didn't we have
like a big war with you guys one time?
Yes.
It isn't over.
What am I doing at your place, Billy?
Kaya threw you out.
What did Kaya throw me out for?
You don't remember?
For calling her a f***ing b*tch
in front of all of her friends.
I'd never do that.
At least not to her face.
Well, call her up and see.
Well, call her up and see.
Hello?
Honey, listen, I can't exactly remember
what happened last night.
Do the words,
"My girlfriend's a f***ing b*tch,"
mean anything to you?
Poodles always look like they've been crying.
Maybe they've just got dumped
by their girlfriend
because they've got a drinking problem, too.
I don't have a drinking problem.
I just like drinking.
Of course you do, Marty.
One, you're a writer.
Two, you're from Ireland.
It's part of your heritage. You're f***ed!
F*** off now, Billy!
Seriously, just f*** off now!
I'm not in the f***ing mood!
You were f***ed from birth.
Spanish have got bullfighting.
The French got cheese.
And the Irish have got alcoholism.
And what have the Americans got?
Tolerance.
Shoot, you're reading LA Weekly, are you?
Shoot, you're reading LA Weekly, are you?
No, no, no.
No, no, no.
No, no, no.
Shoot, did I leave any water
in Bonny's bowl?
I'd better go home and do that,
and while I do,
there's something I put in the LA Weekly
'Cause it's possible in the short term
that you might be slightly mad at me.
- What are you talking about?
-Page 163.
Calling all psychopaths!
Are you mental or deranged?
Maybe you've recently been hospitalized,
but are now okay.
Or maybe the world
just doesn't understand you.
Yeah, right!
Well, I'm writing a screenplay with my friend
called the Seven Psychopaths,
and if your story is crazy or quirky enough,
we might use it for our movie.
So please call Billy Bickle at 310-555-01...
F***ing a**hole dog-f***er.
Really? That's nice.
- No, no, thank you.
-Are you sure'?
- Please, really.
-Thank you.
All right, old man, get in the car.
Get in the car. Come on.
- What?
-"What?" Get in the car, man.
Don't make me repeat myself, dog f***er.
Where do you keep the dogs?
What dogs?
- To repeat, where do you keep the dogs?
-1228 Bayside.
Who are you?
- I'm Billy's friend.
-Well, just keep out of our way, Billy's friend.
AI, check the cages.
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