Wishmaster Page #2

Josh, it is Alex,

you are there?

- Josh, something

- Alex

really weird happened to me on the court,

and I really need to talk about it.

Is somebody there?

- Yes.

- Oh my god.

- Is the pain terrible?

- Oh god.

I can help you with that.

I can ease your suffering.

All you have to do is ask.

Tell me you want the pain to cease

Yes.

As you wish.

Oh my god...

Josh!

Computer malfunction. It must

have been one hell of a computer.

- Josh.

- Hey!

- Josh. JOSH!

- Hey. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey miss.

- Hey lady. Lady. Hey hey.

- Josh! Josh!

Is he? Is he?

Get off of me!

I'm sorry.

I'm detective Nathan.

And you are?

Alex Amberson.

Alex Amberson.

Alright? Good.

I take it that you knew the...

um, Josh.

He was my best friend.

I'm sorry.

Look, uh.

You want to have a seat?

No. I want to know what happened.

It looks like an accident.

An equipment malfaunction maybe.

You have any idea what he was working on?

He was analysing...

...a gem stone.

Opal.

For me.

Excuse me lady. Uh.

Help out an old altar boy?

If you ain't got no change, a dollar will do it.

Hell, I'll even take five.

I'll wait until you get back.

Look. How many times do I gotta tell you?

Hey, you left customers in there.

That's not a good way to run a business.

Don't tell me how to run my business.

You're a f***ing bum.

Well you don't tell me how to run my life.

You're a f***ing prick.

I'll talk to anybody I want to.

You don't own this f***ing sidewalk.

You wanna know something?

I do own this f***ing sidewalk.

You wanna know why?

Because I pay f***ing taxes.

F*** you.

No. F*** you.

I hope you die, you sack of sh*t.

I hope you die, and I hope you

float down the gutter

so I can f***'n piss on ya.

Bald headed baboon.

Piss complected afterbirth

to a Chinese gang banger.

Educated idiot!

"I own the sidewalk."

"I pay taxes"

I got your taxes swinging.

I tell you what to do with your taxes.

And I hope they poke a

hole into your kidneys

when they are heading up

towards your throat.

I hope you rot in hell.

And that goes for your...

Who is that?

A friend, perhaps.

Tell me...

Do you really mean those curses

you hurled so freely?

Damned right I did.

What would you do

to have them come true?

A cigarette and a handshake

is about all I got right now pal.

Not quite.

You have a soul.

That, I'd trade for a shower and a jug of Jack.

Then the death of your enemy would consider a bargain.

You really are f***ed up.

You know that?

But I do like the way you think.

Indulge me then.

What would you have happen?

Give it some thought.

Enjoy it.

He should only get cancer.

Should only get cancer and die.

As you wish.

Welfare checks. Food stamps.

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