Adulterers Page #2
- Year:
- 2015
- 91 min
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What?
What'd I do wrong?
I make enough money.
I work too much,
god damn it, woman,
what the f*** did I do?
I need some answers.
Let's start with you, Punchy.
How long you been
f***ing my wife?
Why you gotta do this, Sam?
I ain't talking to you.
You know what this is here?
Metronome.
As you know,
this here is supposed to
help you keep time.
It ain't never really
worked for sh*t, though.
I used it to put me to sleep.
Thing is, this here?
It's gonna put you all to sleep.
(metronome ticking)
Cause when this
here stops beating,
if I ain't got my answers...
(imitates gunshot)
Game over.
I'm waiting, Punchy.
What you wanna know?
I wanna know how long
you been f***ing my wife!
Okay, I'm working
with you, just...
Sam:
Answer the question.Maybe you need
yourself a drink, huh?
I can understand that.
Well, go on,
I already know where
your mouth been.
All right, that's enough.
Give it back.
Come on.
Well, I'm waiting, Punchy.
The peaches and I met
about six weeks ago.
Ya'll been f***ing
for six weeks?
No, no, no,
it's not like that.
It's not like that.
We only been intimate
about a few times.
Oh?
Just a few times, huh?
That's it, man.
Sam:
Just a few times, huh?Yes, it was just a few times.
So about many
times we talking, hmm?
More than two times?
I don't know.
How many times did you
f*** my wife, God damn it!
It was like,
three or four times,
like three or four times,
Jesus f***ing Christ, man.
- Just let me...
- Sam:
See?Now we getting somewhere,
cause now we communicating.
You always f*** her in my house?
In my bed?
All but the first time.
First time was a hotel.
Stop this, Sammy, please stop.
Woman, I am a fuse that
is fixing to blow.
You do not interrupt me again.
You were saying?
I don't remember.
Well, it was something about
you f***ing my wife in a hotel,
I do believe.
Yeah.
First time was in a hotel.
How'd ya'll meet?
Online.
Online, huh?
"Oh, don't worry, Sammy, baby.
I'm just reconnecting with old
friends from my high school."
You remember that
f***ing load of bullshit.
Hmm?
So, tell me, Punchy.
Did you go to
high school with my wife?
God damn it.
No, Sammy, baby.
It ain't your fault.
I'm just, I'm messed up.
What happened next,
after you and my wife
became internet friends?
Oh, sh*t.
Are you married?
Yeah.
How long?
Ten years.
Ten years?
Yeah.
You got kids?
I got a little boy.
My wife got a girl on the way.
Well, congratulations, Punchy.
See, I reckon,
being married don't
mean sh*t anymore.
You see this little
band of silver here?
Just a god damn
cosmetic, ain't it?
(metal crunching)
(weeping)
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