Thursday Page #5

It's been four years...

since I've even seen any drugs.

I'm an architect.

[ Laughing ]

I am a happy little Republican...

who spends

the majority of his time...

trying to figure out

how to pay the f***ing bills...

and make his wife happy.

I got to tell you, Casey,

I'm not impressed.

After everything

I heard about you...

I thought you were

gonna be more like... me.

But you are a sheep

like all the rest.

There will come a time...

when even you

can't handle it anymore.

You'll pack it up

or you'll put a bullet...

in that pretty

little head of yours.

Or someone else will.

You are a p*ssy, Casey.

Nick wouldn't admit

it, but it's true.

You just couldn't

handle it, could you?

Nick ever tell you

about that last time?

Sure. Ballpeen's apartment?

- Uh-huh.

- Did he tell you about the girl?

- What's up?

- Why didn't you use

Get the f***ing money.

- Why didn't you use a silencer?

- You wanna go door to door...

and tell everybody

in the building my f***in'name?

- "I forgot 'em", "all right?"

- I don't know what the f***

Get the f***in' money,Jimmy,

and let's get the f*** out.

We got 45 seconds.

Let's go.

- What?

-Jesus.

She's seven,

maybe eight months, pregnant, Nick.

F*** me.

"Come on", "Casey", "we got to go."

She's dead, Casey.

Dead, just like we're going to be...

if we don't move our asses.

We got to go.

Snap out of it, man!

It's clear. We got to jump.

That b*tch was gonna

- What about Jimmy? Is he--

- He's meat loaf, bro.

This is it, Nick.

No more.

That was it.

Oh, that was a real

touching story, Case.

Remind me to submit it

to "Reader's Digest"

So it looks like we're

going to have to wait for Nick.

What should we do

to kill some time?

I know.

- Let's f***.

- That's happening.

Even if you weren't the most

disgusting b*tch I'd ever met,

I'd have to decline.

You see, I'm a married man.

You seem to be under the impression

that you have a choice here.

Ah, let's see.

You'll appreciate the irony here.

" When a boy loves a girl."

" He can't be alone."

" She fills him with joy."

She wanted to watch.

" And the sound of her voice."

" Is beautiful music."

- " A symphony plays"

when his angel is near.

" I don't know why."

- " I can't help myself."

- There's no f***ing way

You want to bet?

- " Slip me some tongue."

- "[ Zipper Unzipping ]"

" An emergency came."

- " Come on and get some"

honey make me aware.

" You're making me crazy."

" In the very best way."

" You're making me dream."

Well, look at that.

Have you done this before?

" I don't know why"

I can't help myself.

" I don't know why"

I can't help myself.

Don't worry.

I'm not going to kill

you till you come.

I'll let you betray

your wife thoroughly.

Maybe if we get lucky,

I'll get pregnant.

[ Panting ]

[ Moaning ]

Oh--

[ Sighing ]

That was one.

Don't worry.

I'm multiorgasmic.

[ Sighing ]

"[ Casey's Voice ] Got it", "honey?"

"[ Christine ] Yeah", "hold on."

- Wait, wait, wait.

- Okay, it's flashing.

Okay, here we go. Here we go!

Whoo! Okay, here we go! Whoo!

[ Both Panting ]

I love you.

- I love you, too.

- "[ Beeping ]"

[ "Shutter Clicking" ]

[ Panting, Moaning ]

Number two.

Great self-control.

[ Panting ]

[ "Gunshot" ]

[ "Shell Casing Clatters" ]

."[ ''Twinkle", "Twinkle",

Little Star'']

Goddamn, did you see the way

that b*tch head explode? Sh*t!

Ordinarily, it would be a damn shame

to shoot a piece of ass like that.

you know what I mean?

but in her case,

I always hated that b*tch.

My name's Billy Hill.

My friend's call me ''Hillbilly. ''

You can call me Mr. Hill.

I hope I didn't interrupt

anything too romantic for you,

but that whore

could go all day long.

Besides, I was getting tired

sitting down in the cab of my truck.

She lost me on the freeway.

Let me give you

a little piece of friendly advice.

I know you're retired. You got

this family thing going here.

But you really ought to have

your name and number unlisted.

Information girl

give me your address.

Your f***ing address, man.

That don't sound too smart.

- What are you looking for?

- "Tequila."

- To your right.

- Mm.

The good stuff.

Fancy.

You got any limes?

No? Just as well.

Oh!

Yeah! Damn!

It always tastes like

old feet to me.

That sh*t'll f*** you up,

though. Mm.

You ever hear how it's made?

A bunch of Mexicans sitting

around this big wooden vat...

chewing on agave, right?

They do this days and days

spitting into this giant vat.

Then when it's full,

then they leave that there

to ferment.

When it's ready,

they scoop off the top layer.

That's mescal.

Nasty, huh?

No wonder that sh*t

tastes so bad.

Well, I ain't going

to sh*t you, pal.

When I leave here today,

you're going to be dead

as Cinderella over there.

- "[ Bag Clatters ]"

- Regardless of what you tell me,

I'm gonna f*** you up.

[ Whirring ]

Ready to get started?

I know you threw out the smack.

And you probably don't know

where the money is, neither.

That's cool.

The truth is...

I ain't got nothing

better to do...

while I wait here

for my old friend, Nick.

"Just so you know", "I ain't"

going to let you bleed to death.

No, sir.

'Cause when I cut you,

I'm going to cauterize you.

I consider myself an artist.

Matter of fact,

I picked up this little girl

"at this club one time",

and I cut on her for 1 6 hours.

That's a personal best.

But I keep hopin'.

You know, in a way,

- "it's really Nick that's"

to blame for all this.

If he hadn't tried

to double-cross me and Dallas,

I wouldn't be here.

All right. Now, let's see.

I think I'm going to start

at the feet and work my way up!

[ "Siren Wailing" ]

What the hell?

[ Sirens Continue ]

[ Man ] Open the door. police!

"Open the f***ing door", "Will!"

[ Asian Neighbor ]

There's no Will here! Go away!

Stupid son of a b*tches.

They got the wrong house.

- "Go away!"

- [ "Loud Banging ]"

- "[ Woman Screaming ]"

- "[ Officer ]"

- "[ Overlapping Shouts ]"

- Don't go nowhere.

-"[ Departing Footsteps ]"

- [ "Shouting", "Screaming" ]

[ Man ]

"Where's the money", "motherf***er?"

[ Woman Pleading ]

- "[ Man Screaming ]"

Where's the money?

[ Man ]

"I mean", "there's no money in here!"

Shut up, b*tch!

[ "Glass Breaking" ]

[ "Woman Screaming" ]

There's a .45 in the fridge...

and you grab

a f***ing frying pan.

I'm must have

some really bad karma.

[ "Car Departing" ]

[ "Chuckling" ]

Stupid cops.

They busted up the wrong house.

They went in,

blew everyone away!

The wrong house!

They got the Wong house.

They got the "Wong" house.

[ Chuckles ]

Sh*t, man. Lighten up.

Where the hell was I?

Yeah.

I think I was, uh--

[ Grunts ]

This piece of sh*t

was going to cut you up.

Now you f***ing do it.

Do it!

F***!

[ "Gun Clatters On Floor" ]

Dallas was right.

- [ "Telephone Moos" ]

- Hello.

- Hey, Case.

- Nick!

Man, it's good

to hear from you!

Goddamn.

I just wanted to tell you...

- how much I enjoyed your visit.

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