To Hell with a Bullet Page #5
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- 2013
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Uh... You know what I mean?
Why don't you elaborate?
Okay. Look, Doc, I can't deny the fact that
recently I've been on a lot of f***ing drugs.
And...
I can't decipher what's real,
and what's not now...
You know my girlfriend
recently died, so now, I'm...
What kind of drugs?
Amyl-f***ing-nitrite.
Well... Meth.
Mostly meth.
You got me harder
than a f***in' rock!
And coke. Some coke.
Methamphetamine, cocaine?
That'll do it!
Let me put it like this Billy...
Those drugs...
Tune you into the dark side...
And before you know it...
There's a thousand pound monkey
clinging to your back.
Or the proverbial devil
whispering in your ear.
Your life's not your own any more.
Ultimately...
Part of you is gone, forever.
Hurts to hear you say it, Doc.
Look, I'm not here to tell you
what you should do, Billy?
As we've discussed...
You have a choice.
Or should I say...
Had...
A choice.
I know.
F***!
What's going on here, man?!
Billy!
My pecker!
F***! Dude, you're bleeding
all over the f***ing place, dude!
No, sh*t!
Well, what the f*** happened?!
My f***ing penis, man!
What's wrong with your penis, man?
It's gone...
Where the f*** did it go, Cobb?!
She bit it off!
F***! Alright, let's find it! Sh*t!
God, I mean don't worry, man. Y'know,
they can f***ing sew 'em back on these clays.
Sh*t, we'll put it on ice, okay?
And get you to the hospital.
She chewed it off!
Wait, wait.
Look back up, man!
It just hit me.
Are you saying that my girlfriend
chewed your f***ing penis off?
Is that what you're saying?
Yes!
VVell, what the f*** was your dick
doing in my girlfriend's mouth, man?!
I thought she was dead.
You thought she was dead?
Yes...
Well, that doesn't change the fact that,
that corpse over there is my f***ing girlfriend!
F***!
I've done bad things...
God!
What is that?
Rape of a f***ing corpse?
That's gotta be illegal.
Not in California, Billy.
I Googled it.
It don't make it right, you sick f***!
Come on Billy, can we
please do somethin', man?
I'm f***in' bleeding to death, Billy!
God, you always were f***ing
mean in the sack, Dallas!
Mean in the sack? She's a little
more than mean in the sack son.
She's like a Rabid Dog!
That being f***ing said...
We gotta wrap this up before
it spirals out of f***ing control!
Hey, are you awake in there?!
I'm am now.
Did you bite his dick off?
Yeah, in self defense.
Would you swallow it?
Hell no!
He's not my type.
Well, where is it?!
That's his penis?
Yeah.
Sick, huh?
Alright, Cobb.
Don't freak out, man.
I don't think they're gonna be sewing
your dick back on anytime soon, man.
Wait, hey, I got an idea.
Bro, you're not gonna like this.
What is it?!
Don't leave me, Billy.
Don't leave me!
Here, bite on this, man.
It's gonna hurt like
f***in' hell, man, but...
It's gonna stop the bleeding.
No!
Dude! What a rush, man!
You still doubt that I can do this?
Alright, alright!
You win.
Well, you know what?
I just want to thank you guys...
For giving me another chance, man.
Aw, it's cool man.
Yeah, no, I know bro, but...
I just haven't been a hundred percent
lately, y'know and...
I'm not just talking about my voice, man.
I'm talking about...
Me getting high. And...
I mean you guys knew
about that, right?
Oh, yeah.
Look, I'm done with
that sh*t for good.
Dude, whatever you've done
to turn your life around...
We've all talked about this...
Right, guys? / Yep!
I mean it's made us all remember why
we got in this band in the first place.
I mean, to actually look forward
to coming to rehearsal...
And hanging out with your best bros,
doing what we do best.
And to see there's potentially
a future in all this.
I mean, dude, it's the best thing
in the world.
And we have you to thank for it, bro.
Right, fellas?
Absolutely.
Guys, that means a lot, man.
Here's to Quantreaux!
And the last gig we play
as an unsigned band!
Quantreaux. /
Cheers brothers!
Hi.
Hi, there.
Hey...
Are you William?
Quantreaux?
I am.
Why, who's asking?
Oh, I'm sorry.
I'm Elizabeth Treadwell.
Am I supposed to know who...?
I'm sorry, I'm your neighbor.
Apartment 3.
Oh, yeah, hey. Nice to
finally meet you, Elizabeth.
Likewise.
I'm, sorry. Um...
Can I help you with something,
Elizabeth?
Um, well, um...
Actually, I...
Well, yes.
Okay.
Did you hear what happened
today, here, William?
Billy.
Call me Billy.
Billy.
Right.
Well, you've heard about
the horrendous banging coming from...
Somewhere in the building?
I'm sorry, I mean, Mr. Cobb
must have said something.
Right.
Well, originally we thought it was
coming from your apartment.
Yeah, he had said
something about that.
But is wasn't.
Okay.
It was coming from
Mr. Cobb's apartment.
Why do you say that?
The Police.
Police? What, er, what do the Police
have to do with anything?
They found him this afternoon.
Dead!
He'd hung himself.
Wow.
The stench coming from his apartment
was unbearable, so I called the Police.
Right. Uh...
Good. Uh, good.
They think that it was
a lover's quarrel.
Definitely wasn't a lovers quarrel, um...
Cobb, did not have a girlfriend.
I know this for a fact.
No, no.
They think it was his boyfriend.
Boyfriend?
They found Mr. Lumley
dead as well.
And where?
In the trunk of Cobb's car.
And that's not the worst of it!
Oh, yeah?
Well not only did Mr. Cobb
hang himself, but...
Well...
We think that Mr. Lumley...
Severed his...
Penis, in some sort of heated exchange.
Okay, well, sounds like the Cops
got it all pretty well figured out! Right?
Well I came to that conclusion
myself, but...
However, I will tell them of
my theory when they come back.
Wait, crap, when are
they coming back?
Tomorrow.
Tomorrow?!
Yes. I gave them your name.
They wanted to talk to you.
My name? Wha...
Talk to me, why?
Why'd you give them my name?
Well, they wanted everybody's name.
Everyone in the building. With Mr. Lumley
being one of the victim's there's...
There's no one else they could
get the information from.
F***!
Sorry, I...
Mr. Cobb, either killed the Vic.
Oh, I'm sorry, Vic means victim...
Yeah, I know what Vic means.
I watch TV.
In self defense, or because
of the severing of his, um...
Um... Only then did he
take his own life. Um...
He was probably heart-broken
about losing his lover.
Trust me, Elizabeth,
when I tell you this.
He was not upset about
losing his lover. Alright?
He's probably pretty well f***in' pissed...
That he's no longer the proud
owner of his own genitalia.
Just a thought.
That is one scenario that
could possibly hold water.
God, you watch a lot of TV,
don't you?
Well, I'm quite partial
to Law & Order.
Oh, yeah!
Which one?
Don't tell me!
All of 'em. Right?
Oh, my Lord!
Oh, sh*t... yeah, we have cats. Um, yeah,
I gotta clean the cat box, sorry.
You have a cat?
Babe?!
Gotta get some sleep tonight, baby...
Get up early and find a place to hide
your ass, before the Cops get here!
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