The Divide Page #4

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- I'll cut that pretty neck of yours.

- F*** you!

- Keep the f*** back!

- Look at me, Josh. Look at me.

I think it would be a better idea

before we torture someone,

you let your anger pass.

If I have to calm down

and rationalize this,

I don't know if I'll be able to take

a knife and cut his f***ing fingers off.

- Do it!

- No.

Last chance, Mickey.

How about that?

How about that's your

last chance, you f***in'...

- Go ahead. Do it.

- F***ing yuppie.

- Do it. Do it.

- Do it. Do it.

- Go ahead. Go ahead.

- Do it. Go ahead.

Go ahead and do it!

Do it, f*ggot, do it!

How's that feel, huh?

How's that feel?

- How does that f***ing feel?

Oh, God.

It's okay. It's okay.

Look at that. Look at that.

There it is, huh?

- See how easy that thing came off?

- Hey, Josh, let's do another one.

- Another one?

- Yeah. Let's do a thumb.

- You want a thumb?

- Nine!

- Nine, motherf***er?

- No!

- What's the combination?

Mickey, give him

the combination, please!

Okay. Okay.

- Nine.

- Nine. Come on.

11, then zero, then one.

9-11-0-1.

Now he's a f***ing canary.

That wasn't so hard,

was it, Mickey?

Go get the door open.

9-11-0-1 . Go.

Just f***ing go!

You faggots!

F*ggot, you'll never

amount to anything.

What are you looking at?

What are you looking at?

You're a f***ing coward!

- Coward!

- Nice souvenir, huh?

- Yeah.

- You f***ing cowards!

Hey, Mickey, I got you

in my pocket now.

Oh, that's funny.

You're real funny,

you stupid sh*t.

A f***ing brain the size

of a f***ing pea, you f***ing idiot.

You red-headed stepchild.

And you, you f***!

You're a f***ing coward, man.

F*** you!

Mickey.

Mickey.

Won't you play with me?

Ooh, they got beans.

See, I told you

he was holding out on us.

We should still kill him.

Shut up, Bobby.

What did you find?

Nothing.

Hey, Mickey,

you want to see a magic trick?

Now you're not alone.

You f***ing missed.

You missed.

You want it, Sam?

Oh, my God.

Oh, God damn it.

That's disgusting.

Marilyn.

- Don't waste that, Marilyn.

I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry.

- Clean yourself up.

Let me massage you.

No, it just... it hurts.

- All right? Just...

- I can make you feel better.

No, just... just stay

off me, all right?

Marilyn, I don't think

he wants to be touched.

You stink, okay?

Just stay off me.

I said get off of me!

Stay.

Marilyn, why don't you

put some clothes on?

That filthy nightie is disgusting.

I can't even eat.

Well, thanks, Sam.

Now why don't you go over there

and suck on his dick?

You should suck his dick

because we all know

that he's not getting any at home.

What, Sam, her p*ssy like

the f***ing Sahara or something?

All right, Josh, let it go.

Marilyn, let me ask you a question.

Why is it that old women

can't age gracefully?

Your tits are at your waist.

Someone pulled the ripcord

on your inflatable ass.

And your skin

is like f***ing sand...

- Josh, leave her alone.

- Stay out of it!

- I'm not a child.

- No, she's not.

But I like that.

Stop it.

Oh, what?

Yeah.

Oh, you, too, Sam?

Yeah, go fetch her, boy.

Eva.

- Eva.

- I can't stand it in here.

- Shh.

It's okay.

It's okay.

Sam.

- Sam.

- Come on, Eva.

- Sam, please stop. Please stop.

- Please, please, please.

- Sam, just go away.

- Please, please.

- Sam, stop it.

- Eva, please.

Sam, get off of me!

Josh, do I look like

a space alien? Huh?

Holy Mary, mother of God,

pray for us sinners now

and at the hour of our death.

Hey.

Yeah?

How about a drink?

Sure.

- Thanks.

- Yeah.

Cheers.

Thank you.

I should go.

Yeah.

Liz?

I'm so sorry about everything.

Come on, you motherfuckers!

Come and get me!

I got nine more fingers for you!

Hey, Marilyn.

- It's gonna be okay.

- Where are you, baby?

- It's gonna be okay.

- Bring back that sweet ass.

- You stay with us. Don't worry.

- Marilyn.

- You stay with us.

- Oh, there she is.

- She got off the leash again.

- It's okay.

Marilyn. Marilyn.

Come back to bed.

She's gonna stay in here

with us, all right?

Josh, let her stay in here.

- Marilyn.

- No!

Come on, let her go.

Let her go.

- Let her go!

- Eva, she's yours.

Marilyn! Marilyn!

- Let her go!

- Eva, wait, wait.

- Let her go!

- Wait, let it go.

Aah! F***!

- It's okay.

- I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

It's okay. I'm fine.

Sorry to interrupt.

You guys have to Mickey-sit.

And Josh would like

to see you alone.

This looked like your size.

What do you want, Josh?

Decided you should ration

your own food and water.

Is this for the three of us?

No, two.

Mickey's fasting.

Okay.

Of course, Eva, if you want more,

I'm open to barter.

No?

Maybe I'll just take this back.

What's going on?

I'm rationing the supplies.

Yeah, well, Josh,

they're the group's supplies.

It's not your call.

Well, groups break down into

self-interest during times of scarcity.

And someone needs to make

the tough decisions

during times of war.

It's in the DVDs.

So what's next, huh?

You cut off Bobby?

Then me?

Bro...

there is only us.

Let's do it again.

Oh, God, more. More.

- I have to ration it.

- Ration your end.

This is our end.

This is what Josh gave us.

Get me out of this chair.

You held out on us, Mickey.

I was gonna tell you

about the food.

But first I had to make sure

that when this supply ran low,

who I could trust

and who would go bad.

Eva, come here.

- Come here. Eva.

- What?

Come here.

There's something in the storage

room they don't know about.

- What?

- It's a gun.

Sam.

You have to do something.

What the f***

are you talking about?

He told me there's another gun.

He's a compulsive liar

and a f***ing murderer.

If you won't help me,

I'll do it alone, Sam.

What are you gonna do

when you find that fictional gun?

Are you gonna kill them?

We can't provoke them.

I can talk some sense

into them. Yeah.

I was a f***ing lawyer,

remember?

I was a f***ing...

Sam, wake up.

You were nothing, just a f***ing

drug addict living on the streets.

So don't you dare

to tell me to wake up.

You got to be a cowboy.

Cowboys touch penises.

- Do it. Do it.

- No, no.

- I'm not gonna touch it.

- Touch it.

- No way.

- He doesn't want to touch it.

- He doesn't want to do it.

- Do that other thing.

- The big one?

- The big one.

- What did I just say?

- The little one.

- But you said...

Little dog.

The little one.

The little one is a...

The little one choking.

The little one choking.

- Give him a treat.

All right, here we go.

- Eva beaver.

- Wow.

- Come on in.

- No, I just need to talk to Sam.

Well, we're in the middle

of a game here.

Sam, I need to talk to you.

- I haven't finished yet.

- He hasn't finished.

Oh, don't worry about Marilyn.

She's zoned out.

You know what?

You should play.

Yeah, come on.

Come on in.

I insist.

There we go.

There we go.

Get her a drink, Sancho.

Thank you, matre d'.

So, Eva...

truth or dare?

I'm not gonna play.

You're gonna play 'cause

you're sitting at my f***ing table.

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