Bullet Head Page #2

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Must've weighed 60 pounds,

cord hanging off the back.

And I'm about to take off.

And I stop and think,

"Am I really about

to walk out of a job

with one goddamned fish?"

So I go fishing.

Long shrimp-looking ones,

leopard-type guys,

big old black ones

with those big bubble eyes.

Just dropping them in the tank

with Yellow.

I'm pretty happy

how this worked out, you know?

I never would've come up

with this on my own.

It would've been a teddy bear,

or a doll if I was

really flush.

But this,

this is inspired.

So I slip in, I set up this

tank right under the tree,

because I just got to see

the look on my daughter's face

when she sees this.

But lugging that aquarium

around is hard work.

I'm out as soon

as I hit the chair.

Then I wake up,

and there's this screaming.

Nothing like that sound.

Sound of your own kid,

just screaming.

[girl screams]

All these fish are dead.

All bloated up

like some East River dump job.

All except

that yellow tropical.

Turns out that freshwater fish

don't make it in the salt.

Me, I'm a freshwater fish.

I know I'm in

the right tank.

Maybe we should go check on

that kid before he, you know,

takes a selfie

up on the roof.

Posts it to Instagram.

F*** you.

Testost-- F***.

[heavy breathing and snarling]

[footsteps]

[dog whining]

[chains rattle]

[doors creak]

[door closes]

Shame.

He's finished.

I'll handle it.

We'll be back

for the count.

[dog whines]

Come on.

[chains rattle]

[thunder crashes]

Up.

Stay.

[footsteps]

[water lapping]

[metallic click]

[electricity powering up]

[electricity crackles]

[man screams]

[dog snarls]

F***!

[striking blows]

[striking blows continuous]

[man grunts]

[metallic object clatters]

[sighs]

[low growling]

WALKER:

Walk away.

Nice and slow.

[grunting and snorting]

[barks]

Sh*t. Run!

WALKER:
Go! Run!

Jesus! F***! Sh*t.

GAGE:

Holy f***.

STACY:
My f***ing luck.

WALKER:
Go!

GAGE:

It's coming!

WALKER:

Shut the f***ing door.

[panting]

What the f*** was that?

Beware of still water

or a silent dog.

You know, I bunked

with this gangbanger.

He used to fight pits

in Chicago.

So, this guy, he tells me,

the big organizations,

they hop from place to place,

and that someone

sticks around

to put the losers down

when the show is over.

There's a fire escape.

GAGE:
Well, let's get

the f*** out of here.

Go back for the money.

Ride knows

where we're at.

WALKER:
We got to be

here when he comes,

otherwise he takes

the safe,

he tells us it's

in an evidence room downtown,

we don't see a f***ing dime.

All right, we hole up here

till the van comes.

Bust out the window

and take the stairs.

Get the safe.

Oh, f***.

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