The Dark Half Page #3

Who needs George Stark?

We'll help you get rid of him.

I'll put out a press release, you can

do the talk shows. I say hallelujah.

You heard the lady, Thad.

We're with you 100o/, baby.

Bye, Thad. Kiss the babies for me.

- Bye-bye.

- Talk to you soon.

- Sh*t.

- He shouldn't be writing trash.

We have a lot of clients

who can make us money with trash.

I like trash. I love trash.

I read George Stark cos it's fun.

I read Thad Beaumont

because it's my job.

That's why we now live

across town from each other.

Let's get back to work.

(Rick) So we kill off George Stark.

OK, that's OK. We kill off Stark.

Hey, maybe Beaumont's books

start to sell. Who knows?

Stranger things have happened.

Stranger things have happened.

- You're not sold on this?

- It's the money, Liz.

We're used to a pretty nice life.

Flushing that away just...

Be honest, Thad. You don't wanna give up

George. You've become attached to him.

Yeah, well, I mean, is that so weird? I've

been working with the guy for a long time.

I'm used to him. I like having him around.

Sure. He lets you do what you want, say

anything you want, be anything you want.

He's your drinking buddy.

Liz, I'm not an alcoholic. Hm?

- George Stark is.

- Oh, come on.

You don't realise what you're like

when you write those books, do you?

- It's like watching Jekyll turn into Hyde.

- That's a little extreme.

I'm not out raping barmaids.

Thad Beaumont gave up drinking.

He gave up smoking. George Stark didn't.

And these god-awful moods you get in...

You say these really

mean things sometimes.

Look, I am who I am, Liz.

It's all me. It's all part of me.

Even the ugliness is a part of me.

"Machine turned the razor down

and slashed the strop in two. "

"A long section fell to the floor

like a severed tongue. "

"'Cut him' Jack Rainsley said eagerly.

'Cut him while I stand and watch. "'

"'I wanna see the blood flow. "'

"Halstead squeezed his eyes shut, but the

razor slid effortlessly through the lid...

...and punctured the eyeball beneath

with a faint popping sound. "

"'I'm back' Machine said.

'I'm back from the dead...

...and you don't seem glad to see me at all,

you ungrateful son of a b*tch. "'

Yeah, well. I hope you're not looking for

any social significance, Mr Donaldson...

...because there ain't none to be found.

You're the New Yorker.

I can tell by the hair.

Mike Donaldson, People Magazine.

You're, uh... the photographer?

Yes, sir. Homer Gamache.

I'm gonna do this up brown for you.

And you're Thad Beaumont.

Seen you around town. Whoever'd

have thought you was a celebrity?

- I'm not the celebrity. George Stark is.

- Well, we're here to change that.

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