Parasites Page #2

[Wilco] Let me take care of it.

- We're going to fix it, alright?

- Yeah.

Smooth operation you

guys got going on.

How much, brother?

(KICKING CAN)

This one's on the house.

(BOTTLE BREAKING)

[Josef] Scotty, what's

f***ing wrong with you, man?

[Marshal] What the f***!

[Josef] You f***ing crazy?

(FIGHTING) (SCREAMING)

(SPOOKY MUSIC)

[Fuzzy Voice Through

Ears Ringing]

If you aren't still...

I'll suck your dick.

Scott Dobbs.

Josef Lode.

College boys, huh?

I asked you a question.

Leave me alone, get the F-

That's better.

(LAUGHING)

Marshal Colter.

Football star.

What position you play, boy?

I'm talking to you.

[Group talking] Louder,

louder, louder, louder.

Quarterback!

Quarterback!

We got a quarterback here!

The next OJ Simpson!

The Juice is Loose!

OJ was a running back.

I know what he was.

He was a f***ing psycho.

And what are you boys

doing in my house?

You come down here

to see the show?

Huh?

Get your kicks?

Set fire to some bum,

watch him burn, huh?

Speak up!

[Marshal] We were

taking our friend home.

[Wilco] Huh, I

couldn't hear that.

Let it out like

you got some balls!

[Marshal] Just

taking our friend home!

Leave us alone,

you disgusting bum!

(MENACING MUSIC)

You think I'm disgusting,

you college c*nt?

You think you're better than me?

You think you matter

down here, huh?

I matter down here!

We matter.

(BUMS CHEERING)

I matter down here.

This is our turf, and

you're trespassing.

Keep it!

Keep your shithole!

Scotty shut the f*** up!

Shithole?

You think this is a

f***ing joke, Scotty?

Yeah, I do.

Yeah, c'mon.

Let it out, punk!

Get away from us, you

piss-soaked, disgusting,

take your f***ing

hands off of me,

you f***ing, lice-covered

piece of sh*t!

Choke on this, motherf***er!

Can you spare some change?

Work for food?

F*** you!

F*** you,

you c*nt!

F*** you!

(BUMS SCREAMING AND CHEERING)

Swallow it!

Swallow it!

(GAGGING)

(FRIENDS YELLING STOP)

One, two, three!

C'mon buddy, c'mon!

Breathe, breathe, come on!

C'mon Scotty.

(boys panicking)

[Josef] Stay with us,

stay with us Scotty!

Stay here.

[Marshal] Someone help!

[Wilco] Aw man.

F***!

That don't look good to me.

Yep, hmm.

You murdered him!

(BEATING MARSHAL)

(BUMS CHATTING)

(SCREAMING)

(GUN SHOOTING)

(EMOTIONAL MUSIC)

He's dead!

Had to be done.

Had to do it.

It's either them or us.

Hey Spic!

You find that bullet.

You dig it out of

him if you have to.

Sure thing.

Okay clean it up.

Make'em disappear.

Strip 'em, chop 'em, burn 'em.

Don't leave any trace.

This one's still breathing.

Hey Wilco.

I can take care of it.

Yeah.

You'll do it in

the river, quietly.

This is messed up, Wilco.

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