D-Tox Page #5

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So what do you swallow?

A fifth of gin? Maybe a little speed?

- It ain't the same.

- Yes, it is.

Let's be clear about somethin'.

You people landed here for a reason.

It's not just your careers you're killin'.

Booze may be a slow burn,

but it's still suicide.

Deluxe cabin, my ass!

How'd it go? The first session.

I don't know. What do you wanna hear?

I got no more demons, no more monsters?

We all have demons.

But I stopped believing

in monsters when I was 12.

That's cos you never met any.

Don't be naive, Jenny.

Is that her ring?

Look, I know you mean well,

but you're in way over your head

on this one.

Do you think words are gonna make

a difference, gonna change anything?

They're not. So just do yourself a favor

and don't waste your time on me.

Looks like we're in for one.

You know, my Mary had a scarf like that.

- We can't have this goin' on here!

- Keep out of everybody else's business.

- Don't jump over my ass. He's the one...

- I'm sure he didn't mean anything by it.

- It's a misunderstanding.

- Yeah. Something like that.

- The point is he ripped it off.

- Yeah!

Fine. Suppose he ripped it off.

What do you wanna do about it?

Did you take it?

Jack?

Maybe you should give it back.

Thanks for the light, old-timer.

Stupid cops.

How you doin'?

Do you wanna get some air?

If you wanna talk, I'm right over here.

Looks like we'll be in this place a while.

Hey!

No!

It's OK.

It's OK. It was just a nightmare.

Can I help you?

Here, take these. They'll help you sleep.

- Would you mind?

- Would I mind what?

Stayin' a minute.

Oh, God.

Can't get through.

Storm must have knocked down the lines.

It ain't like anyone's gonna make it out

here anyway, boss. We're socked in.

I ain't gonna think about ploughin'

until the storm breaks.

What are we gonna do?

Break the news to the group.

Hank, you get Gilbert up here

to help you move the body.

I think I'll be goin' with

just a salad tonight.

- Did he leave a note?

- None that I could find.

No offence, Doc, but this

mini-Alcatraz you got goin' here

ain't gonna change a goddamn thing.

You may dry a few of 'em up, but you

ain't gonna change what they're made of.

The boy was weak. We all knew that.

It was just a matter of time

before old Humpty fell off the wall.

And what about

Dudley Do-Right there, huh?

What a peach he is.

only to leave his partner for dead.

Alone. No one to watch his back.

There's nothin' worse in my book

than a goddamn yellow cop.

You see what I mean, Doc?

You ain't the Wizard of Oz here.

You can't just hand out courage.

You're real good at kickin' 'em

when they're down, aren't you?

- Do OK when they're standing up, too.

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