The Domestics Page #4

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the red better.

Man, a lot of memories

in this car.

First real date.

First ticket. First accident.

First roadie.

Goose'n down the on-ramps.

And what about back here?

Uh, yeah, I was pretty cool

back then,

but no, not that cool.

So you never ever?

Not even in the backseat?

Never in a car.

That makes two of us.

And here we are.

Oh, my God. My God!

Come on!

No!

F***!

Yo, Wanda, you got my money?

Oh, baby, baby.

-Vanilla latte.

-Whoo! Baby!

Oh, baby, they smell like

sweet Kool-Aid.

Special cream.

Check out this dame.

-Kick his ass, Scratchy!

-Cheating, motherf***er!

Names?

What's the money for?

Names, please.

What's the goddamn money--

Money's the only God

you have left.

Names?

Mark and Nina.

West.

Mmm.

Married.

Take them

to the Snake Eyes Suite.

Yo, this is bullshit.

- F*** you!

Stay the f*** out of here

with those manners.

-Eat it!

-Get out of here,

you f***ing creep.

Relax.

No!

No!

All right, bets are open!

Bets are open! All right!

Get in there.

Now, bets are open!

Bets are open!

Big money now! Come on now!

F***!

No! No!

Bet them up! Bet them up!

Bet them up! Yeah!

Let's see some gambling now,

we got fresh meat here.

We got some live ones, come on!

Come on, let's see it!

All right, bets are closed.

Mark.

I don't know.

Now,

after my count down from five

I want you both

to pull the trigger.

If you both fail to pull

the trigger on my count,

I will be forced to add

two bullets to each gun

thus making the total

bullet count three.

I think you see

where I'm going with this.

So, do yourselves a favor

and pull the f***ing triggers.

I heard you two are married.

You make it six rounds,

and you get to go home.

Capisce?

Hey, give me my money.

Yeah!

Count down with me now.

Nina, point the gun down

as far as you can

and pull the trigger.

- I can't.

- Three...

-It's our only chance.

You have to.

-Two...

Wait!

You got a kiss for me,

little sweetheart?

A wager.

I'm listening.

You put three bullets

in his gun...

And we walk in two.

Nina, what are you doing?

Playing along.

Higher stakes. Bigger take.

Ladies and gentlemen,

the stakes have just risen!

Three bullets

in his gun

and one in the little lady's.

Three and one!

This was a good idea.

Count with me.

Five, four, three,

two, one.

Round two!

Place your bets!

We got a marriage

on the line here!

Count down with me.

Five, four, three,

-two, one.

-I'm okay.

No!

There you have it!

A short game but a good game.

Pay up, b*tch! Come on!

Calling me b*tch!

Whoa, ladies!

Wanda! Goddamn it...

I'm gonna kick your ass

out of here!

Sit the f*** down!

F*** yeah! B*tch is hardcore!

Somebody stop her.

Stay the f*** back!

B*tch, you better have a plan

because we're coming

to get you.

Shut your f***ing mouth!

Ooh, I'd run as fast

as you can, girl.

Jacket.

Give me the f***ing jacket!

This b*tch is crazy!

Let's rush her.

She can't kill us all.

Then I'll just have

to kill you first.

It's okay. Let her go.

This is gonna be fun.

B*tch, I'm gonna give you

to the count of five.

Guns!

M-3 grease gun.

The f***ing gold grease gun,

motherf***er!

Give me my f***ing Uzi!

Goddamn it!

Come on!

Come on!

Shoot those motherfuckers!

F***ing c*nt!

Yeah!

Yeah! Come on!

Somebody get my Stutz.

Who's coming with me?

Who's coming with me?

Huh? You?

I just painted flames on my car

so I don't really want to...

F*** you! Let's go.

I don't understand.

Your father was very ill.

This was in her hand

when I found her.

I think your mom just wanted

to be with him.

-Hey.

-Hey.

How you feeling?

I've been better.

Are you okay?

No, I'm not.

But that's okay.

I'm sorry.

No.

I never would have made it here

without you.

Mom wrote me a letter.

What'd it say?

Don't shoot your husband.

-How you doing, sweetheart?

-Hey.

I didn't think people mowed

their lawns anymore.

Well, normality.

Uh, routine, home life.

-Keeps us going.

-What about out there?

The gangs.

We get a Gambler or two

every so often.

That's why we have

the car barricades.

That's why it took so long

to get you in here, hon.

Thank you.

And we do lookout shifts

on the rooftops.

Javier is up there now.

Why don't you leave?

Find some place safer.

Safety doesn't exist anymore.

You have to fight for it.

Hey.

You want to see something cool?

What am I looking at here?

Well, basically,

it's a trip wire on steroids.

Instead of stopping a man,

in theory, it should

stop a tank.

Mark's gonna love this.

See, someone has to turn

the crank on the

boat lift here,

and that picks up

the slack in the line.

Once the line is taught,

whatever runs into it

takes the brunt

of that little bad boy

right over there.

And inside,

enough explosive matter

to level a house.

I made that.

Well, look at this beautiful

ray of sunshine.

Phil.

Hey.

Welcome home.

We'll talk later.

-Come by for a refill.

-I will.

Phil, I need you to

reset that barricade.

Roger that.

I'm sorry about your folks.

They were good people.

Thank you.

-Hi.

-Hi.

Welcome to the neighborhood.

-That's so sweet. Thank you.

You shouldn't have.

-You're welcome.

And what's your name?

Cynthia.

You can say hi.

She's shy.

Well, that's a very

pretty name.

I swear I'm looking

at it right now.

All right, thanks, Phil.

We're coming.

Nina?

Phil, a minute from your place. What's your 20?

Oh, my God.

Cynthia! Come here.

Come here. Jump up.

Run with me. Good girl.

Well, sh*t.

-Whoa, whoa, what's going on?

-Gamblers.

What? They followed us?

No. Phil sold us out.

-What? Who's this?

-Cynthia. It's the

neighbor's daughter.

Hi, sweetie.

Whoa, what are you doing?

- What does it look like

I'm doing?

Nina, no. We should go.

-We should leave right now.

-We can't just leave

these people, Markus.

This is all they have.

Nina, wait.

Cover me.

F***ing suburbs!

Remind me to come back here

and burn this whole

motherfucking place down.

That's it.

Radio Jerry,

tell him we found

his brother's car

and that b*tch

who popped a cap in his ass.

Where the f*** is Phil?

Sh*t!

Shoot that b*tch!

Machine gunner at nine o'clock!

Here we go.

Hey, hey,

should I get the wheel?

F*** the wheel!

There are people trying

to kill us. Kill 'em back!

Oh, f***! Go! Go! Go!

Cynthia! Cynthia!

Oh, sh*t!

F***ing shoot!

Oh, f***! Mike!

Holy buckets!

No.

Plowboys!

Gamblers? What the f*** are

Gamblers doing here?

Who gives a sh*t!

Kill the whore.

F***ing Cherries.

Let's go, motherf***er!

Come on!

Oh, sh*t!

There.

What do you wanna do now?

You hold the street.

I'll handle this b*tch.

Goddamn it!

For her.

Thank you.

Typical.

F*** you.

One more.

Cynthia. Cynthia!

Hurry up!

I love you, Markus.

Here's another safety update

for all you domestics

out there.

Just when you thought you've

heard it all, something

like this comes along.

Rumor has it,

there's a husband and wife

that just took out a platoon

of Gamblers in Milwaukee,

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