Cellar Dweller Page #6

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company wants to know

the formula of their newest

competitor's flea collar.

So they hired me to

dig out some info.

I find out that the competitor's

top-of-the-line model,

the Peppy Puppy Deluxe, is gonna

put the guy out of business.

I gotta get my hands

on the formula.

But the competitor,

he's shrewd.

He puts the formula in code.

It's no good to my man.

To make a long story short,

I end up tailing

a German Shepherd

halfway across the country.

(laughter)

Has anyone here

seen Amanda?

Well, not since last night.

- Maybe she went out.

- Get real.

We're hundreds of miles from

the nearest shopping mall.

Where's she gonna go?

She's been missing all morning

and I'm really worried.

I'm not.

In fact, I don't care if

I ever see her again.

Hey, kid,

did you ever hear

Amanda and

Whitney arguing?

Who hasn't?

They're at each

other's throats.

(Phillip imitates cat yowling)

Whitney really hates

that b*tch, doesn't she?

I'll say.

You should see this cartoon

she drew of her last night.

What about it?

- She drew Amanda.

- What?

Sorry, I can't tell you.

Why not?

Because it's Whitney's work,

and if she wants

you to see it...

she'll show it to you herself.

Huh.

I got a funny feeling

we're not gonna...

be graced by Amanda's

presence much longer.

(languid jazz music)

The tension between

the two girls was

thick enough to

cut with a knife.

But was Whitney Taylor...

capable... of murder?

(upbeat music)

(Lisa):
Death.

Death.

- What the hell...

- Shh!

Death is sad.

It's a death knell.

A lament to the

brevity of life.

It was interesting.

It was very moving, Lisa.

You must have put

a lot of work into that,

because it was

very hard on me.

(discordant music)

(ominous music)

(chuckling)

I've got you now, Whitney.

I've got you now.

(Amanda):
Whitney

Taylor is a plagiarist,

as this videotape

so clearly demonstrates.

She cloistered herself

in the cellar and

stole another artist's work.

Son of a b*tch.

She killed her

for revenge.

The motive was revenge.

It is with...

(law growling)

(screaming)

(snarling)

God.

(distorted laughter)

(frightening music)

(screaming)

(ominous music)

(heavy breathing)

(chewing)

(bones crunching)

(Monster):
Shop me if you can.

Damn her.

- What's wrong?

- Amanda, who else?

Who else?

(Phillip):
What are

you talking about?

(heavy breathing)

(wind howling)

(knocking)

(Whitney):
Amanda!

I just knew it!

What the hell

is she up to?

You tell me.

I don't know.

I don't know,

but I swear to God,

I swear to God

I'm gonna kill her.

Amanda stole my work

from the cellar,

but how did she get

a hold of my portfolio?

- I'm sure I don't know.

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