Wolf Mother Page #3

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to help an animal,

but we're unwillin'

to help each other?

'Cause we have it wrong,

we're the animals.

The man who believes

he knows everything

is the man who learns nothing.

Remember that,

whatever your name is.

- Ben.

- What in the world did a

chick have to do to you, Ben,

to make you all, I don't know.

You're like a putz.

- This isn't a Q and A, Zelda.

- So you know.

- I might've seen you

on a couple of those

Hollywood trash rags years ago.

Child star turns street crawler.

They lift you up as

high as they could

before they had their

fun tearing you down.

Your eyes haven't changed.

- So you have a

car or somethin'?

You wanna go back to your place?

- I don't have a place,

so let it be yours.

And we're not hitchin'

together, okay?

You find your own way.

Let's make it 11.

- I believe I was just

promoted from whore to escort.

- No, you're still a whore.

(light string music)

- Well, here we are.

- This Kaitlin, the

one from the movies?

- Yeah.

- I said pigtails.

I wanted pigtails.

- Pigtails.

Well, who'd you speak to?

- I don't know.

- Sherlock, where are the tails?

- I don't know, man.

I mean, is he serious?

- Shh.

Bobby, I can't do tails.

Can you do tails?

- No.

- Momma, can you do tails?

There you go, we got tails.

- Can you make

sure they're even.

They don't look even already.

(laughing)

- [Man] Even.

- Even.

- So is it true what

they say about you guys?

- What's that?

- That you're into

some weird sh*t.

(laughing)

- You got that one right.

- Are we?

- Weird sh*t.

Let me ask you a

question, Bobby.

What does a highly

successful man like yourself

consider weird?

Would you say it's weird

that a distinguished,

married gentleman like yourself

paid us to lick the hole

of a girl as young as his two

sleepin' daughters at home?

Is that weird?

Is that uneven, Bobby?

- [All] Bobby, Bobby,

Bobby, Bobby, Bobby.

- [Ivan] Chantin'

your name, Bobby.

- How do you know

about my daughters?

- Well.

- I just wanna make sure

that she's not

diseased or anything.

I haven't done this before.

- Yeah, me too, this

is our first time.

So we're all in the

same boat here.

(laughing)

- I wanna do things.

I wanna do bad things to her.

Can she hear any of this?

Does she bite?

- She ain't a snapping

turtle, Bobby,

but now if you want her

to bite, she can bite.

- Bobby, she can bite.

Look, she has.

- I don't want her

biting or struggling

or anything that like.

I just want her to sit there

and let me do my thing.

I don't want screaming

or struggling.

- Hey, Bobby, sir.

That little c*nt won't even

know you're in the room.

Bobby, just take it.

- Come on.

- There you go.

To the start of a new

business, Sherlock.

There's a lot more green

in tater tots, you see.

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

(glass shattering)

- What the f***?

- I owe you, you sh*t.

(gurgling)

My bad.

He never felt like he

was part of The Band.

Now I got a confession,

I'm not a real doctor.

We need to clean the house,

make room for all this

new young candy, right?

I need you all to gather up

all this primordial p*ssy

we've been dealin' with

and bring 'em to me.

Let's just say their

snappers are retired

startin' right now.

Hey, remember, no more

hair betwixt their legs.

No, sir.

Give me one of them tacos.

- Sure.

- [Ivan] Bobby,

how's it feelin'?

(shouting)

- [Pimp] You got a

problem with me?

You got a f***in'

problem, whore?

(shouting)

- [Ben Voiceover] Look at

this stupid f***ing idiot.

- It's a f***in' customer, yes?

Let's see the f***in'

merchandise, people.

Stand there on the curb,

that's where you belong.

That's your f***in' playground.

Gonna get a little slim

next week, goddamn it.

- The f*** am I doing here?

- Here we go, here we go.

Come on, prize heifers, ladies.

- Police are still trying

to figure out exactly

what's going on here.

They're not even certain the

nine-year-old Hollywood actress

was being held at this complex.

They did find the Halloween

mask that Kaitlin was seen

wearing downtown with her

abductors yesterday afternoon.

What police did find

was a crime scene.

The decapitated body of a

Los Angeles real estate

businessman alongside the

mutilated body of another victim

with known ties to the

Satanic group The Band.

The Band has been linked

to several murders...

(knocking) And a

prostitution ring

here in L.A. County.

(knocking)

A woman found me lost at sea

Strange words she said to me

Lose yourself,

it'll set you free

Lose yourself,

it'll see you free

- You don't have time to

fumble with ammo with a cock

in your ass.

- I'll take your word for it.

Let me feel your tits. - What?

- [Ben] Take off your bra

and let me feel your tits.

- You know who I am.

I'm not the f***in' cops.

- Well, I don't believe

you, Deep Throat.

Now do it.

Bingo.

- [Zelda] You're a little

paranoid, don't you think?

- I told myself I'd never

do this sh*t again.

P*ssy keeps sucking me back in.

Do you have anything to drink?

- I don't usually offer

drinks to Johns.

- Well, I usually don't

stick around when I find

a loaded gun two

inches from my dick,

but I guess there's a first

time for everything.

- Why are you so paranoid

of the cops, hm?

You on the run or somethin'?

Here, don't get excited,

it's a five-dollar bottle.

- Why do you do this anyways?

I'm a petty thief who thought

he could loot a bank,

and I almost got away with it.

- You're not serious.

A bank, you?

Takin' the American

dream free of charge.

- That's not funny.

- Don't take it personally.

You just don't seem hip

enough to, you know.

- I was brought in

a few weeks ago

for what I thought

would've been my ass,

but it was because I screwed

one of you, no offense.

- Wow, pickin' up a date.

That's bad ass, no offense.

And just look where you are now.

- Well, she really

wasn't a whore.

She was a bank clerk.

So I don't know, maybe

she was a whore.

She just didn't ask

for a deposit slip.

A whore that cared about

my financial stability.

- You're not that bank

guy who shot a cop

a couple weeks ago, right?

I heard it on the news.

- For a second, I thought

about spillin' my beans.

The idea of gettin' some of

this weight off my shoulders

sounded better than a

Hollywood blowj*b.

No.

- So why rob banks, hm?

Why not try to get a

job or somethin'?

- You don't know what

you're talkin' about.

With my record?

And I don't rob banks,

I robbed one bank.

- You could still try,

you know, to get a job.

- Oh, I see.

Advice from a 30-something

street snatch.

You like suckin'

off L.A.'s finest?

Getting paid with street tacos?

- Wow, aren't we two depressed

misfits on a Friday night?

A wannabe whore and a

coward pickpocket.

- Don't kid yourself.

We're no different from the

rest of 'em out there.

You ever feel lonely here?

- In the motel?

- No, here.

(knocking)

- Get in the bathroom.

No, hide, hide.

No, no, no, go in the bathroom.

Get in the bathroom.

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