Carnage Park Page #2

Oh, hell.

Now you can see the predicament we're in.

You know my name.

You know where we're goin'.

I'd be a fool to let you out now.

- Coward.

- What's that?

- You think you're charming?

You're a coward.

What kind of man would you

be without that gun, huh?

I know men like you, you

only know about Mexico

'cause you ran in there when

your number got called up

like a little p*ssy with

the tail between its legs.

You're a disgrace.

- What men?

Come on. I know you heard me.

What men?

You said you know men like me.

What men?

- My brother.

- Is he a runner?

- He left us, me and my daddy..

...with all the farm debt.

My daddy's old.

He got real sick.

- That's a real sad story.

- It's not a story. It's true.

- Well, I ain't no f***ing

draft dodger, sh*t kicker

like your good-for-nothin' brother.

You understand?

They call me scorpion Joe in the pen.

You know why?

- Why?

- Scorpion doesn't know why it sting.

It just does.

It's in its nature.

You make me mad, I'll sting ya.

You know, I gotta be

some kind of sick f***..

- Stay down.

Shh.

You hear anything?

- No, no! Get off of me!

- You son of a b*tch!

- Think this is a f***in' game?

F***ing cute, ain't it?

- No! No, no, no!

Get that off of me, get that

f***ing thing off of me.

Get it off of me!

Help! Help!

- Shh.

- Get it off of me!

- Don't go nowhere now, you hear?

Hey!

You think you got me, huh?

You think you could pitch scorpion Joe?

Come on, motherf***er, i know you're there!

You ain't getting the jump on old Joe Clay.

Not today.

Scorpion Joe's the greatest

outlaw there ever was!

- Help!

Jesus Christ!

Help me, please.

Don't kill me.

- How you doin'?

What's goin' on here?

- He... he robbed a bank.

- You in trouble?

- Yes, yes, they kidnapped me.

- Kidnapped?

- Now, please.

- This is private property, you know.

- No.

- I had every right to shoot him.

Don't you think so?

Answer me.

- They took me.

- They took me, honest.

I was at the bank in mackin county

and they, they... they took me.

I had nothing to do with this.

- What's that?

- I don't know.

- Alright, watch it now, miss.

Back up.

Hmm, hmm, hmm.

Suspect this is all a man's

life is worth nowadays, huh?

Or is this split down the

middle between the two of ya?

- I didn't do anything wrong.

- That's all it's ever been about, girl!

This sh*t!

You ask anybody on this goddamn earth

and they ain't never done nothin' wrong.

- I just wanna go home.

I just gotta get home.

Can you help me? Please.

- Anybody know you're out here?

- Yes.

- Who? - The sheriff.

- Wait here.

- Hey!

I think the keys are, are here!

Hey, I think the keys

are in his back pocket.

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