Double Whammy Page #2

And two...

You motherfucking cocksucking

f***ing piece of sh*t!

- F***ing press cockroach!

- Ray? It's me, Jerry.

Hey.

Aw, man...

- I'm sorry, Jerry.

- You all right?

- You sound really upset.

- I thought you were

this scumbag reporter

who's been calling.

I'm sorry.

How are you doing?

Just checking up on you.

What are you doing?

I was sitting around,

smoking some hash.

Yeah, me too! I just did

a whole bucket of crack!

You're too much, man.

I got the number for

that chiropractor.

Oh great. Go ahead

You're ready?

Dr. Beamer.

555-0191.

All right. Good, man.

- I appreciate it.

- So...

how are you feeling mentally?

I'm doing good, man.

You know?

- Thinking about a few things.

- Care to talk about it?

Sure.

Umm...

Did you ever notice...

women sometimes call

each other "guys"?

They'll say, "Let's go, guys,"

and it's all girls there.

Yeah, I've seen them do that.

Guys don't do that.

You never hear guys go,

"Let's go, girls."

What, guys calling

other guys "girls"?

Yeah...

- it'd be an insult.

- Like calling them a fag.

Exactly. But it's okay

for women to say,

"Hey, let's go, guys."

It's f***ing crazy.

You know?

- Yeah?

- All right... thanks for calling.

- I'll see you tomorrow.

- All right.

It's killer.

It'll blast you like a

Sandinistan guerilla.

Killer. You don't know the diller.

Everybody knows that I'm a killer.

- Who is it?

- Cletis.

About time.

- I hate you!

- No, you don't!

You love me!

I'm your papi!

- I hate you!

- No, you don't mean that!

- What you looking at?

- What the f*** you looking at?

You do that graffiti?

Cletis, come on!

We got work to do.

Pendejo, cono.

All right.

We got the guy already

tied up in the chair.

We got the Chinese food

already delivered.

Then you signal me,

just with your eye.

Yeah.

Then I take out a chopstick...

like this.

Put it in the guy's ear.

Then I take off my shoe.

- What do you think?

- It's too quick.

We want to inflict pain, right?

Long, slow...

painful pain.

He's sitting in the chair...

all immobilized and sh*t.

Now, that would hurt.

- You see that?

- Mmm-hmm.

- Good shot!

- A dart in the eyeball.

That is pain.

And I got four more left.

Maybe I should throw a couple.

- You?

- Just...

one or two.

- You're saying you like this?

- Oh, man! Come on!

We're totally using that!

I told you.

You are a great writer.

Let's get this sh*t down.

Scene 29:
interior,

- warehouse - day.

- Dictate this for me, Duke.

I want to do the darts going

in with a giant close-up.

We need the right sound.

I want a solid "thwock!"

when it sticks in the dude's head.

Write that down.

T-H-W-O-C-K.

Thwock.

Cute little guy.

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