Crank: High Voltage Page #2

F***!

Not you.

Babe, it's not--

Who the f*** is that?

Ah, some whore.

F***, no.

That was a mistake.

Oh, f***.

Look she's helpin' me find my heart.

Yeah. What?

Go away.

Come on, let's go.

What?

Oh, you dozy c*nt.

No.

We need his ass alive.

Chev Chelios.

Let's save some bullets, dude.

I'm up for that,

when we've all had a drink.

Should I duck?

Yeah.

Shall I bypass the formalities?

Of course.

Who do you work for and what the f***

do they want with me?

EI Huron.

English!

What's a f***in' ''EI who-done''?

It's a ferret.

He wants you alive...

so he can watch you die.

Oh, yeah? Why?

I don't know. Doesn't everybody?

Shut up. Oo, you lucky bastard.

Eve, let's go.

Che-Che, Che-Che-Che-- Chev Cherios.

Get on the floor now!

Turn around.

Hey!

Hey!

Oh, it's on now!

No, stop!

Get off!

Get off me, ma'am!

Stop it!

No!

Why didn't you call me?

Like f*** I didn't.

Didn't you get my message?

No!

Where have you been for the last

three months?

I thought you were dead.

I fell a mile out of a helicopter.

It's a long story.

No way! You know what?

That's totally possible.

I saw this video on YouTube

where this guy's parachute doesn't open

and he falls like fourteen thousand feet

and he lives.

Yes baby, I know it's possible

because I f***in' did it!

Quit it.

Since when were you on the Internet?

You know, a lot of things have

changed since you died.

I didn't f***in' die.

Well, that's besides the point,

isn't it?

Get off!

Oo!

Where are we going, Chev?

I don't know.

I need to find that slant from the club,

the one with the red cooler.

Are you talking about Johnny Vang?

Do you know Johnny Vang?

I know his ass.

He's got that box with him all the time.

That box. I need it.

I can bet on my grandma's coochie he's

at the horse track.

Dude, you gonna put Johnny Vang on ice?

Maybe.

That's so f***in' sexy.

F***in' dead.

Didn't they cuff you?

Damn it. Do me.

I'll do you.

B*tch.

I got to get a hold--

I've got to call Doc.

I need a cell phone.

Why didn't you just say it?

I have a cell phone.

Here.

You got a cell phone.

I got you.

Okay?

You've got to work for the things that--

Chevy?

I lost the belt battery, Doc.

How long ago?

Over an hour.

Jesus Christ, that's not f***in'

possible, Chevy.

You should be dea-- F***, never mind.

Look...it's a wireless system,

so any kind of low-level electrical

shock to your skin should juice it.

At least temporarily.

Hey, Chev I'm a certified heart surgeon.

Well, I... I was.

I lost my license after I f***ed up

my ex-wife's vaginal rejuvenation

procedure in our basement.

That's irrelevant right now.

The point is if you can get

hold of your heart,

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