Super Page #6

What do you mean?

It's okay.

I have the finest brown.

I mean, if the guys start thinking

your girlfriend's a whore,

it's time to move on,

right?

Yeah, right.

You're a jerk.

What the f***!

Dude, don't f***ing touch me.

No!

Get the f*** off!

No! No!

No!

- Yeah!

Hey, over here.

I'm a little bird.

No, no!

No!

No!

Please!

No! Please!

You're that dipshit from the news.

What's in your hand,

you f***ing retard?

Boom!

Oh, man!

What the f*** was that?

Frank, the bombs worked!

The bombs,

they really worked!

Frank!

Libby?

Did you get him?

Yeah, I got him.

Hey, he's up!

F***.

What the f***?

It's him.

He's back.

Who's him?

Who's him?

It's Darbo!

What?

We'll get him.

Wait! Whoa, whoa!

Oh, hey, hey, Mr. Range,

how you doing, man?

Everything's fine.

Totally under control.

What is it?

It's just, this joker's running around,

calling himself The Crimson Bolt.

You called the goddamn Crimson Bolt on me?

No-no-no-no...

What the f*** is wrong with you?

Pack up, Tim.

- Yes, sir.

No, no, no, no.

Hey, come on. Come on.

It's just this crazy guy.

I mean, it's funny.

Right, Abe?

Yeah.

I don't want to die.

No, he's just some guy whose wife I boned.

Come on.

You can't do this to me.

I spent a lot of f***ing time

setting this up, all right?

Mr. Range.

Mr. Range, sir.

Please, will you listen to me,

you f***ing a**hole?

Move!

Give me this f***ing thing.

- Whoa!

Nobody can blame me for this.

All right?

I mean,

we had a f***ing deal.

I'm just doing what's fair.

He's up there now.

God, dude,

this sh*t is messed up.

Oh, shut up, man.

If that motherf***er gets in here, Abe,

I swear to God, you're fired.

Sarah!

Here, you want her?

Here, take her.

There you go, fuckhead.

She's yours.

You win.

Hey, I didn't do that

to her face, by the way.

That was that fat n*gger

down there,

but I took care of him,

all right.

Guess that kind of like, what,

makes me, like, your assistant

or something now, right?

Anyway, take her.

Sarah.

I'm so sorry.

It's okay, pumpkin.

I mean, what are you thinking?

You think you're some kind of f***ing hero?

Hey, who the f***

do you think you're kidding?

You f***ing stupid son of a b*tch.

This is not about good and evil.

This is about,

I had her, and you didn't.

This is about,

she loved me more

because I am f***ing interesting.

Shut up, crime.

What are you gonna do?

You gonna execute me for my sins?

Don't think you're better than me,

you f***ing psycho.

You f***ing almost kill people

for butting into line.

You don't butt in line!

You don't sell drugs!

You don't molest

little children!

You don't profit on the misery of others!

The rules were set a long time ago.

They don't change!

All right,

just take her, then!

Take her!

You really think that killing me,

stabbing me to death,

is gonna change the world?

I can't know that for sure...

unless I try.

No.

No!

No, Frank!

Frank!

So maybe you think

something's wrong with me.

Maybe you thought I was gonna learn

what Jacques said was true,

that I was deluded...

That I was as evil

as the rest of them.

But maybe you're the one

who needs to learn something.

I know how it looks.

But sometimes how it looks

and how it is

are two different things.

The truth was in my heart.

I followed it...

You okay?

And I saved Sarah.

She stayed with me

a couple months.

They were not bad times.

Though, they were most likely

out of Sarah's sense of obligation.

But one morning,

she moved on.

I thought it was me at the time,

that I was the chosen one,

but it was Sarah all along.

And that's why I needed to save her.

She needed to finish school,

to study anthropology,

because Sarah knows something about people.

We're not able to even feel

the love that...

She needed to go back to her meetings,

where she had insights

that struck others uniquely.

"FINE" means,

"F***ed up, Insecure,

Neurotic, and Emotional. "

And sometimes she needed to have nightmares

of those ugly times at Jacques' ranch.

Because a kind man,

a man who was good

and didn't know it,

needed to learn how to comfort someone.

And maybe most of all,

Sarah needed to have

Patrick and Trevor and Laura and Joy,

four children who probably

wouldn't be at all

if Libby and I hadn't gone

to Jacques' ranch that night.

Maybe,

if all of us are lucky,

they're the ones

who are gonna change the world.

And me?

Well, I got that rabbit after all.

That,

and something much more.

Sweet Jesus.

Bathe my hand in the power of God.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes