Bullet Head Page #3

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STACY:
Get the f*** out of here.

GAGE:
F***, f***, f***.

What the hell

do you think you're doing?

I'm f***ing sick.

And?

And my dope's in the other room.

Did you...?

Did we not almost get eaten

by a giant f***ing dog?

[coughs and retches]

Jesus, man.

F*** you.

WALKER:
Hey.

Calm down. What the f***'s

the matter with you?

[grunts]

You broke my f***ing nose.

I should've thrown you out

of the f***ing car,

is what I should have done.

Jesus Christ.

See, now I feel bad.

And he was going for you.

Jesus.

Just try and get in between

a junkie and his stuff.

F***ing hell.

Walker.

[tinkling]

[loud crash]

Jesus.

HANDLER:

Said you had him six months now?

BLUE:

Mm-hmm.

Been letting my little niece

play with him.

HANDLER:

You making a pet?

BLUE:

Could do it.

Big paws.

Mm-hmm.

Raise him right,

could be a wrecker.

If he's game.

You going

to roll him?

Only way to know.

I'll start the work.

[whimpers]

WALKER:

You think I'm helping you carry

that kid down that fire escape,

you're out of your f***ing mind.

STACY:

I can f***ing carry him.

WALKER:

Bet you wish we had pieces now.

STACY:

Listen, man, I've done

plenty of dirt,

but I ain't shooting

no f***ing dog.

[Walker laughs]

This sh*t's funny to you?

Well, it's just that I've always

known you to be a cat person.

F*** you.

Back at you.

I'm not.

Not, what?

I'm not a cat person.

You just switched?

I like cats.

I still like them.

I just-- I got a preference

for dogs now, that's all.

It's all right

to be a cat person.

I know it is.

I mean, they're smart,

they're independent,

you don't have to pick up

their sh*t.

I just-- You know, I had a thing

happen on a job that,

you know, made me re-think

the thing. That's all.

You had another dog thing

happen on a job?

Long story.

Yeah, well, it's not like

we have a paucity of time.

It's personal.

What kind of job?

I told you,

it's personal.

Listen, you know,

being a cat person

doesn't necessarily

make you less of a man.

Will you stop?

You had to be there.

I mean, it doesn't make you,

like, a giant p*ssy.

Truffles.

It was a truffles job.

Truffles...truffles,

like chocolates?

No, like mushrooms.

The f***-- You did

a mushroom job?

Not mushrooms.

Truffles.

[laughs]:

What the f***?

Are you f***ing

kidding me?

I'm serious.

I mean, figured dope boys get,

what, 18K for a key of blow?

A kilo of White Alba's will

get you a hundred f***ing K.

F***.

How did you get

plugged in with that?

I knew this crazy kid

from East Boston.

Used to work in the kitchen

with me in the joint.

Pretty good chef when he wasn't

robbing armored cars.

I finished my stint,

I get out,

this guy is in Gourmet

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