Green Room Page #3
It's okay. It's fine.
Turn that pa down.
-You didn't lock the door.
-You were right there!
-Big Justin:
Until I wasn't!-Gabe:
Quiet!Hello?
- Woman:
This isemergency services.
-Yeah, we got cut off.
I was calling to report
a stabbing.
-Gabe:
Yes.
Yes, ma'am.
-Did you call Darcy?
-He's on his way.
Not this.
-You can't keep us here, man.
You gotta let us go.
-Gabe:
We're not keeping you.You're just staying.
You're up.
-What the f*** is
that supposed to mean?
-Just relax!
Everyone, just relax.
Cops are coming.
-See how easy that is?
-Motherf***er!
Look what you did!
-Amber, chill the f*** out!
- Yes. Please.
-Darcy here?
-Not yet.
-I need $600 cash.
-You just signed out $350.
-Somebody's dead.
-Still gotta keep the books.
What else do you need?
-A true believer.
-How 'bout two?
- Maybe she's not dead.
-Sam:
I'm just saying.
Like, there's not
a lot of blood.
You know, so, like,
maybe she's just...
And who are we
to say that she's...
Sam:
Oh, sh*t!-Big Justin:
Come on, man.
What are you doing?
Tiger:
The f***, man?-There it is.
-Oh, my god.
-Reece:
We gotta go.We gotta f***ing
go right now.
-Now we didn't see sh*t.
We-- we--
we were so drunk.
-All right, just wait, okay?
Cops are on the way.
-Gabe:
Above and beyond, gentlemen.
You need me to do it?
-Twin 1:
Nope.-Won't even be the first time.
--Hurry up.
Twin 1:
Go.-All right, that's it.
-Okay, let me see it.
The knife.
It's an inch too short
for felony possession,
so you don't have to worry
about the...
Actually, give me
that money back.
-Twin 2:
What?
It's like vouchers
and sh*t.
We'll hold it for you.
Come on.
If you do any time,
we'll double it.
Now talk to 'em.
-You the victim?
-Twin 1:
Yes, officer.-Officer:
Kneel down.
Both of you,
ankles crossed.
-Gabe:
That's the owner.
I called him too.
-Darcy:
All right, let's give them
some room to work, folks.
-Are you the owner?
-Darcy:
Yes, ma'am.
-Cowcatcher, clear out.
-Hey, where are the cops?
-Gabe:
Get your stuff, man.-Tiger:
What about us?-Amber:
What are you doing?
-We're sorting it out.
Just hang tight, Amber.
-Your set was pretty good.
-What?
-What was the name
of your second to last song?
-Uh...
To-- toxic evolution.
-It's f***ing hard, man.
That's the one
i did her to.
-All right, he's got
six bullets...
-For real?
-...If we all go at once--
-tiger:
Guys, hold off a sec.-For what?
-Sam:
We haven't done anything!-It doesn't matter.
-Okay.
They're called cartridges.
The bullet is the part
that enters your brain
if you keep talking sh*t.
And this gun only has
five cartridges, not six,
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