The Suicide Theory Page #3

Yeah. I suppose it was.

I'm sorry I don't mean to stare.

Sorry, it's just um... that

I'm still getting used to it.

I never really saw myself

as an eye-patch kind of a guy.

That's fine, you...

you look good.

This one, sir...

is on me.

Thanks.

It's Brad, right?

Yeah.

You... you from around here?

Come on.

F*** me. F*** me harder.

Come on.

Stop.

You stop.

Stop.

Oh. Oh!

Stop. Please... Stop.

What the f***?

Get the f*** off me!

What did I do?

You tried to f***ing

strangle me.

- What?

- F***er!

I'm sorry.

What the f*** is...

F*** off!

I'm sorry.

I thought you enjoyed it!

HEY!

I want you to take off your

pants and close your eyes.

Brad?

What are you doing?

What the f*** do you think...

You think this kind of

lifestyle is appropriate?

You faggots, you

f***ing make me sick.

You may know who we are...

we know who you are.

And if you even think about

getting the law involved, mate.

You'll be begging

for us to kill you.

This is what happens when you

go around sucking d*cks, mate.

Think of it as...

What's that? Wait, the

queer's got something to say.

Come on, speak up

so we can all hear.

All you faggots...

can suck my dick.

Hello?

I've locked myself out.

Could you open up

for me please?

Who... who is it?

Apartment 10 Frank Dubois.

INSIDE APARTMENT (MALE Hello?

Who is it?

Do you have any idea

what time it is?

INSIDE APARTMENT Daddy?

You hear that?

I can hear you thinking.

Something's the matter.

I can't do this anymore.

Do what?

You f***ing know what.

You been killing people

your whole life, kid...

and all of a sudden you can't?

Why is Frank Dubois

still alive?

Something's...

Something's happening

to me, mate.

I feel...

I feel different.

No my boy...

I can see right through you.

I know you better than

you know yourself.

Lying to me is

counterproductive.

You don't feel anything.

This is different.

No it's not.

It's different.

I can feel things I haven't

felt in a long time.

Like what?

I don't think I can

do this anymore.

Kill the queer...

and move on.

Why do you hurt people?

I don't know.

You just...

You do it for the sake of it?

I'll never understand it.

Why people can do such...

ugly things to one another.

Why is there so much...

hate and anger in the world?

You remember being born?

First words?

First steps?

Of course not, nobody does.

My earliest memory.

Is of my father.

Throwing me head first through

a plate glass coffee table.

Fifty stitches.

Closest thing to affection

anybody had ever shown me.

Till Annie...

came along.

Your wife?

Where is she?

Is that why you do it?

Goes back to that.

That first memory, you know.

It wasn't what...

It wasn't what happened.

It's what I was

thinking at the time.

I envisioned myself

picking up...

One of those pieces of glass.

And slicing his throat with it.

Watching him bleed to death.

Couldn't have been more than...

Four, five years

old at the time.

And that's what was

running through my head.

This is the kind of thoughts...

kids just have.

Not like that.

So where did it all start.

I don't know, I can't

remember being born.

Can't remember my first...

words, first steps.

I can't remember

when all this...

began but...

it's like it was always there.

I'm no better than the

guys that did this to you.

Five on one.

Just doesn't seem fair.

You from around here?

Just visiting.

Oh yeah, vacation?

Business trip.

Business trip.

Oh yeah, what do you do?

I'm a salesman.

Life insurance.

Ah Yeah.

You in town for long?

No, I leave in the morning.

Oh that's too bad.

Hm... staying at the Grand Royal.

That's a good hotel.

Yeah.

Ah, business must be good then.

So so.

Been a bit slow lately.

Ah, that's a bummer.

I have a feeling

it's going to...

pick up real soon.

This one's on me.

What time you get off?

You want to turn the light on?

I like the dark.

What's with all the newspaper?

You got a dog or something?

Whoa! What are you doing?

Shut your f***ing mouth or

your head is next. Okay?

F***!

Sh*t! F***!

I want you to call...

The three gentlemen

you had come round

and rough up my friend

the other night.

I don't - I don't know

what you're talking about.

You don't f***ing know

what I'm talking about?

Holy sh*t.

I'll give you ten seconds, Brad.

Before I call every

single contact...

in your phone...

and I kill them.

Ten seconds, Brad. Call them.

I did, they - they're

on their way.

Oh sh*t.

So that's how it works huh?

- How long till they get here?

- I don't -

Speak of the devil.

- What are you doing on the

floor? - That's not right.

Whur! Huur!

Oh f***.

Please... please...

Pull your pants down.

What?

Don't f***ing make

me ask you twice.

Okay.

Everything!

Please...

Don't make me do this.

I'm not making you do anything.

What?

F***!

No!

Oh f***!

OH F***!

Come on, it's not that bad.

Sh*t!

Look at that.

I think I missed a spot.

SH*T!

OH F***!

Oh f***.

Oh f***.

Oh f***.

Why is it that you hate

gays so much? Huh?

You a religious man?

Brad?

Fanatic?

Get a little too

much attention?

From your uncle?

Maybe it's just

me... I don't know.

Maybe I'm just incapable

of understanding.

You see, I don't give a f***...

If you're gay, straight,

black, white...

F***ing purple...

I kill everybody.

Please!

Please just f***ing kill me!

No, it's too easy.

I'm going to give you some time

to think about this Brad.

In case you get any bright

ideas. About retribution...

or speaking to someone about

what's gone on here tonight.

I will come back to

finish what I started.

Cheer up Brad.

It's a good day for you.

You're lucky to be alive.

F***.

Just kidding.

So... ah, this is your place?

You did all these?

I did.

So that's what you do?

You're like an artist?

I try to be.

Make money from these?

Here and there.

I have my work in galleries

sometimes and if

someone likes them,

maybe they'll buy them.

Something new?

Work in progress.

That's a face.

Thanks, that's what

it's supposed to be.

You got a name for it?

Christopher.

Right.

Ahem.

Don't worry.

I didn't kill everybody.

What did you do to them?

Let's just say...

He's a changed man.

What?

You gave me his address.

Yeah, so?

So!

What did you think was

going to happen?

Hah.

Tell me something. Be honest.

Somewhere deep down

in your mind...

You wanted me to

kill him, right?

Didn't you?

You want to crack a window

or something, it's er...

These paint fumes are

making me nauseous.

Yeah, I need some fresh air too.

Why did you do it?

Who knows why I do half

the things I do, good or bad?

You're welcome.

Once upon a time.

I used to be afraid of heights.

Not anymore?

Used to get vertigo.

First time I jumped

off a building...

I was scared out of my mind,

I almost didn't do it.

Maybe...

Maybe it wasn't the height

you were afraid of.

Maybe it was a part of you

that was afraid to die.

I wanted to die that how

I overcame my fear.

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