Feast 3: The Happy Finish Page #2

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Hammer hits the pin,

there's an explosion,

and Mr. Bullet

travels down the barrel.

He pops out.

And if your aim is true...

Whew...

You gonna be able to handle that,

little lady?

Oh, I can handle it.

All right.

I like what I see.

What the f***?

It was just an accident.

It just went off.

It just went off.

Way to go.

Oh, sh*t.

Go in the cell. Go in the cell.

Get in the cell.

This way, killer.

Oh, Jesus.

Come on.

So, what the f*** do we do now?

- We gotta get the guns.

- We don't have a key.

Nobody asked me.

So who's going, then, huh?

Because I sure as sh*t ain't going.

F*** that.

- All right, go. Go.

- This is really some f***ed-up sh*t.

This is f***ed up.

You know this is f***ed up.

This is the part where the brother

usually dies. Listen.

If you hear anything, pull me back.

F***. I can't stand that b*tch.

Okay, okay, okay.

Okay, okay.

This is really f***ed up.

- Oh, sh*t.

- Did you hear something?

What was that?

- Wait, wait.

Pull.

- Jesus.

- Pull. Pull. Pull. Pull him in.

Oh, Jesus!

Stay down!

Stand up.

F***.

Pull!

What the f***!

- You f***ing a**hole!

GREG:

Oh, sh*t.

Sh*t.

What the f*** is that sound?

It's a goddamn monster alarm.

It's drawing them away.

They're chasing the f***ing sound.

What the f*** happened

with the guns?

- Where are the keys?

- F*** if I know.

Get this sh*t off me.

Get me out of this f***ing thing.

Get me out of this sh*t.

We gotta get out of this town.

- Hurry. Come on, come on.

Go. Go.

- Go.

- Ladies first.

Go ahead.

L... I know what you're up to.

- I know what you're up to.

- Shut up.

I can use a shield.

Hey.

Where the hell are you going,

motherf***er?

Come on, little guy.

LIGHTNING:

Last stop, shitbag.

Don't taste so good.

- Double-crossing sleazebag.

- Listen. No, no, no.

You don't understand.

I wasn't trying to screw you.

- Shut up. They'll hear you.

Jesus.

God.

- Jesus.

All right, listen.

Listen, I... I...

Listen,

would you stop f***ing hitting me?

I'm not f***ing with you.

I didn't know how to tell you this.

I do not have enough cars.

Be quiet! Shh!

I don't have enough cars for

everyone, okay? But if we stay...

Be quiet! Shut up.

Listen. Listen. No, no, no.

We can do this, okay?

All we gotta do

is stick together, okay?

F*** your boss.

I can't stand that b*tch.

But you, you and me, if we stick

together, if we stick together...

Somebody!

Oh, no. Somebody.

Help!

Please, help me.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Hurry up and open the safe, pipehead,

and let's get the f*** out of here.

Oh, God. Oh, God.

Okay.

Oh, yeah.

You will remember.

Visualize.

Okay, okay.

Visualize.

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