Nine Dead Page #5

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Everybody--

everybody's got to help.

Jackson and I

used to sleep together.

Yeah, until my wife found out.

Would your wife go this far

to get back at you

for cheating on her?

No, she divorced me

and moved to Arizona.

I think that's far enough.

Plus, she has no way of getting

us all here together.

And she has no reason to.

I pay my alimony.

I don't think she hates me that much.

No ex-wife would want her man dead.

That's her money train.

Look, no one knows you two,

so I doubt it's the ex-wife.

And nobody really wants

to hear about your sex life.

Yeah, well,

she's just pissed off,

'cause we got caught.

Yeah, it was your

big mouth that got us caught.

You know what, Kelley?

You're not the only one who got hurt.

I lost my wife.

Yeah, and I was labeled

the home-wrecking slut.

That did wonders for my career.

And I wasn't the only person

you were screwing around with.

What was it, a month before

some judge knocked you up?

Hey, kitty cats.

Why so hostile?

An affair is an affair.

Now we're getting relationship

advice from a pedophile.

What the f***

you looking at?

You one tall drink of water.

You're turning f*ggot now?

No, I just realized

how I'm getting out of here.

None of you guys are gonna

come up with sh*t.

Closest one to me.

What are you doing?

So start kicking.

You are crazy, man.

You got a better idea?

Break my hand

so I can get out these cuffs.

You're crazy.

I'm not kidding.

Start kicking, man.

All right.

My pleasure.

Come on, game it up.

I'll get it.

Wait!

Come on!

Stop.

Wait, I almost got it.

Come on.

One more, one more.

Just do it.

Okay, okay, okay.

All right, all right.

Leon, Leon, get up.

Hey, get behind the door.

And when he comes in,

you push him in,

and we'll attack him.

Yeah, bring him my way.

Leon, get behind the door.

Come on.

That's a good idea.

Yeah.

But I got a better one.

Later.

You can't leave us.

B*tch, you think I give a damn

about you?

To hell with you.

Leon, you can't

leave us in here like this.

You stupid piece of sh*t!

Don't do it.

You know you can't

leave us in here.

Don't leave us here.

Damn it!

F***!

Punk-ass b*tch.

You stupid f***ing b*tch.

The thoughts that's been going

through my mind

while I was in

that f***ed-up room.

And that's a f***ed-up room!

Now that I got this gun,

the sh*t that I got

in store for you.

I have been planning this

for 2 years.

Nothing is gonna take away

what I have in store for you

and the others.

And I mean nothing.

Before I enter,

I place one bullet

into that gun you hold.

But this gun?

This gun holds 6.

F***.

He didn't make it.

Why are you here?

Maybe you should move them

out of the way of the splatter.

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