Green Room Page #4

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'cause they're big as f***

and only five fit the cylinder.

So, please shut the f*** up

and don't test me.

-Reece, you're making it worse.

-We sit and we wait.

-And we die?

-Not if you sit

and you wait.

-It's just the one

to 911 at 3:
45

and then mine

was at 3:
47.

-You called?

-911 called back

and I answered.

-Be clear.

Who else knows besides--

you said Daniel's cousin?

-Tad.

There was a text from him

last night with our address,

but he doesn't know anything.

-Except who they are,

where they are...

Maybe where

they're supposed to be next.

F***.

Check emails.

-They played their set

to the crowd.

-Then we'll assume

the wide world knows

and they'll be tracking that.

-Give it to me.

I was trying to

buy some time

and contain this

until we could--

-contain?

-It was pretty rapid fire.

-I appreciate your initiative

and we all love werm.

-He's a brother.

-And you might have

visited him in prison.

Makes a difference.

Now we're all

in the stew

for an impulsive act,

for a selfish act,

under my roof.

You see a way

out of this?

-Gabe:

For them?

No.

-We still have to find one.

Okay. This is good.

-No guns.

You have a "no trespassing" sign

posted at the residence?

-We got

"beware of dogs."

-That's better.

-Does anyone even

know we're in here?

-No one who cares. Tad?

-I think we go.

-I think we go too.

- Big Justin:
The next

person that moves--

-Gabe:

Everyone okay?

-Just about.

Gabe?

-Gabe:
Yeah. Open up.

-No!

-Where are the cops?

-Big Justin:
Okay...

Do you want

me to open the door,

or do you want me to blow

your f***ing head off?

Back the f*** off!

-Gabe:
What's going on?

-They're trying to run at me!

-Gabe:

Do not shoot them!

-Big Justin:

You know what?

That's on them.

-Where are the cops?

-Gabe:

Give them the gun!

-Say again?

-Gabe:

It's over!

Give them the gun.

-Okay, I told you

they just tried

to run at me--

-Gabe:

Then take the bullets out!

Just hand it over now!

Do not shoot them!

-Is Darcy here?

-Gabe:
He is.

-Darcy:
I am.

Gentlemen, I'm the owner.

-Okay, why the f***

didn't you just tell me?

-Darcy:

Truly sorry about this.

Playing catch-up here myself.

-They're playing

a f***ing show.

-Pat:

Uh...

Thank you, but...

We open the door

for the police,

or we keep the bullets.

Uh, the cartridges.

-Darcy:

I've got no problem with that.

-Okay, I handed them the gun.

I'm gonna head out now.

-No, you're not.

-Let him open the door.

-Hang on.

-No, he gave us the gun,

he gave us the gun--

-big Justin:
Nobody is...

Letting me do anything.

I gave you the goddamn

gun, okay?

-Darcy:
So how are we doing?

-He's right.

Pat, do the math.

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