The Revenant Page #5

Yo, so suck him off or, you know,

drink his blood. You know, do it.

I...l don't know, man.

(GROANS)

F***ing drink his blood, Bart.

Do it.

You're wasting it.

He's bleeding all over the seat.

Jesus Christ. You know, he shot you!

You know he shot you, right?

He tried to kill you.

It was us or him!

Seriously, Bart!

Dude, you're decom-f***ing-posing,

are you kidding?

You're wasting away.

Don't you wanna get better?

Dude, you have no choice.

Drink his blood.

(GROANS)

(GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

There you go. That's my guy.

Look at that. Oh! Oh, Jesus Christ.

(VOICE FADES) Holy Sh*t.

(DARK MuSIC)

We're gonna need more rocks.

No, we got plenty of rocks.

No, we got enough rocks to sink him

but we don't got enough rocks

to hold him down

once his putrefying flesh

starts to swell up with gas.

Then he becomes a big, white

fermented meat bobber

bubbling up on the surface

for all to see.

We're gonna need more rocks.

Where the f*** do you find this sh*t?

I retain odd little titbits

of information.

Up and over. (GRUNTS)

(SPLASH!)

This is crazy, dude.

(BIRDS CHIRP,

CHURCH BELL TOLLS)

(GRUNTS)

God. (PANTS)

OK, here we go. Yup, yup, yup.

Oh, hi, Joey.

See ya.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

WOMAN:
Joey?

Joey?

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

Joey!

(KNOCK AT DOOR) Joey!

Hey, Joey.

Joey, I can see you in there.

I'm naked.

Oh, come on!

From the waist down.

Oh, come on, Joey, open the door.

Hold on! (GRUNTS) Coming!

Coming.

Are you f***ing kidding me?

(KNOCKS AT DOOR)

(GRUNTS)

Joey, what are you doing? Come on!

(BANGS ON DOOR)

Oh. OK, you should knock more.

Matty.

Janet

The police came to my house.

They said Bart's body's missing.

My God, you're kidding?

Save it, Joey. I already told her.

(SNIFFS)

What's going on?

I wanted to tell you, I did, I did,

but he didn't want me

to tell anyone.

I thought...l think maybe

he was embarrassed.

Are you sure you wanna do this?

(DOOR CREAKS)

(WHISPERS) oh, my God.

(SOBS)

it's a bit stuffy in here.

Oh, my God.

I don't believe it.

(SNIFFS)

Why?

Why? Why are you doing this to me?

You f***ing arsehole,

I loved you. Why?

He's cold.

We have to stop this. it's too hard.

There are dark forces at play.

We have to end this, now.

Dark forces?

And what do you mean, 'end it"?

She means cut off his head.

What'?!

It's the only way, Janet.

The...the only way to what?

The only way to put

his soul to rest.

No! I wanna see him again.

Has he killed yet?

What do you mean, 'killed"?

He has to drink blood

to survive, Janet.

Has he killed yet?

You're not cu...

You're not cutting off his head.

This is insane.

Has he killed yet, Joey?

Joey'?!

A...a little bit.

What?

It was in self-defense.

And did he drink his victim's blood?

Um, yeah, he did do that.

See?

Janet, we have to

put his soul at peace.

(SOBS) You understand?

He can't do it himself.

It's up to us.

No! You're not f***ing touching him.

You never liked him and

you never wanted us to be together.

Get out of here now!

Go!

All I wanna...

Go! (SOBS) Go.

Oh. That went well, I thought.

That's...that's my room.

So, did you come clean

with your best pal?

Beg your pardon?

Perhaps there's more than one reason

to 'give him peace'.

Do the right thing, Joey.

F***ing blow me, Matty.

(SOMBRE MuSIC)

(GASPS)

(WOMAN SINGS) .J' They say

It must have been

Surrender

They cannot see how

I could love a man like I love you

I tell them

All that there is to remember...

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

And I don't recall...

Oh, my God, it's so good to see you.

It's so good to see you too.

How did you find out?

I couldn't believe it

when Mathilda told me, I...

Oh, my God, look at your eyes.

Oh, yeah. That's f***ed up, right?

I usually wear sunglasses.

What the hell's going on?

Oh, sometimes, I guess,

people just rise from the dead.

From the dead?

Yeah.

From the dead!

Angels are there just for lovers

And gently they guard us

each day...

I can't believe you'd do this to me.

Baby...

I had to bury you!

I had to say goodbye.

They say

You're not the lover for me

Hoping for proof they don't see

Somehow awaiting your crime

I fall

into your arms

With my heart

Open as wide the stars

I know that your love is mine.

(TELEVISION PLAYS SOFTLY)

So you're still not hungry

or are you basically, like, nervous

you're gonna puke everything up

in a damned bloody mess?

I'm not feeling very rubicund lately.

Rubicund?

Nice. That's a pretty gay word.

Oh, you got your

cell phone back, huh?

Yep. Janet gave it back to me.

What?

She sent me a bunch of voicemails

when I was dead.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

Said she wanted to hear my voice.

She pissed that you're not accepting

her calls, sending her to voicemail?

You're so f***ed, man.

(LAUGHS) Sorry.

You just send her to voicemail.

Where's the Quick-E-Mart man?

I don't know.

Oh, there he is. Yes.

OK.

You alright?

That's a nice shirt.

Great shin.

Did you steal it from a Gypsy?

(LAUGHS) Cowboy Gypsy?

That's a great hat.

BOTH:
Ohhh!

Hey!

What are you doing?

You stupid white motherfuckers,

you just walked into the wrong

motherfucking liquor store.

Put your white motherfucking heads on

the motherfucking counter now!

Get the f***ing money

out of the f***ing machine

and put it in the f***ing bag!

I hate f***ing square-ass, tight-f***

white people like you.

And I can't stand no slant-eyed,

Chink-Nip motherf***er

like you neither.

Get the f***ing money!

Think I'm playing with you'?!

Give me that.

Get your ass over there.

What the f***'s wrong

with you f***ers?

On your knees! Put your hands

behind your f***ing head!

Skimpy-ass yellow bastards.

Anybody moves, I'll shoot 'em.

Anybody makes a sound, guess what?

I'm gonna shoot 'em!

I'm glad you a**holes

came up in here.

I didn't plan on busting up

no white folks tonight, just gooks!

But I always do over the white man

when I get the opportunity.

Fork it over, motherf***er!

Put that f***ing sh*t

on the counter! Now!

Yeah.

Isn't that a little racist?

What?

Wh-what-what...what the f***

did you just say?

You always do over the white man

when you get the chance,

that what you said?

F*** you! Look what you

white folks did to my people.

Look how you force down

the black community!

You specifically target someone

based on their race, that's racism.

(CLERK WHIMPERS)

Back me up on this, Joey.

Yeah, back him up, motherf***er.

Sh*t, are you kidding me, man?

Are you f***ing kidding me?

Moral consciousness

implies a kind of scission,

a fracture of consciousness

into a bright part

and an opposing black part.

In order to achieve morality,

it is essential that

the black, the dark, the Negro

vanish from consciousness.

Hence a Negro is forever in combat

with his own image. Frantz Fanon.

Louis Farrakhan said,

Anarchy may await America

due to the daily injustices

suffered by the people.

I'm doing my part to manifest

that anarchy, brother,

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