Mojave Page #4

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How long have you been here?

Hours.

Are you doing blow?

What the f*** is wrong with you?

Why do you want a piece?

Because I live

in the Hollywood Hills

and I don't need the Manson family

dropping by for dinner,.

Did you get your f***ing

Land Cruiser back?

Yeah. And it's all f***ed up

as advertised,

and the registration is gone

so because you lost that,

the a**holes down at the place

are gonna make me

go through all sorts of f***ing...

f***ing hoops and ladders and sh*t.

And what'd you do with

the registration, a**hole?

Hey, I'm sorry I said that.

All right? You know me.

I'm all about talent relationships.

Nothing. It was there.

I didn't touch it.

I'm into something right now,

buddy, I gotta go.

F***.

Got all this stress in my neck.

Do you want a massage, baby?

All I want is Chinese food.

Then I want a blowj*b.

Look, I'm not into feet, okay?

You're killing my f***ing vibe.

Was anyone here?

You have to go to the Chateau.

Your house, it isn't safe.

What if I just pick

what I want to do and do that?

There's a guy.

I have a stalker.

I have 27,

discounting the ones in jail.

Don't tell me what to do.

F***.

Does all this go in the house?

Put it in the garage.

But then we'll put it in the house

when your family comes.

You.

Get me Norman on the phone.

Cool.

He's not even talking to me-

Look.

I'm listening to his f***ing house.

Hey, buddy.

I know you said get you a gun.

What do you mean?

Get you a f***ing gun gun?

You could get f***ing drunk and use it

on me and my f***ing publicist.

Why do you think I know

who can get you a f***ing gun?

What sort of associations in

your mind do you think I have?

Well, I was a coke dealer, yeah.

All right, I'll make a call, okay?

You know, it appears

the more things change, Mal,

the more they stay the f***ing same.

- Ain't that (he f***ing truth'?

- F***ing phone rings,

guy you owe money to needs a gun.

It's like a f***ing

wheel or something.

It's like a wheel, boss.

Hey, you work for me

as some sort of

cybernetic f***ing organism

with your f***ing phone, come on.

You know what? The next thing you know,

you're back in East Boston

working at Jiffy Lube,

I don't give a sh*t.

- You can lake this Hollywood bullshit.

- It's all bullshit, boss.

You can stick it up your ass,

right up your bum.

Right up your f***ing asses,

all of you.

You know who I am, huh?

I own half a Clam Shack

in Harwich Port!

I collect because of my background

as a f***ing teamster!

I don't f***ing need any of you!

Pieces of sh*t!

Shut the f*** up!

Uh, it's, uh, from Norman.

I saw your Miranda, The Tempest.

I'm Jack.

Sorry, Jack. I'm already in a

sufficiently disturbing relationship.

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