Rottweiler Page #4

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And don't touch

anything else back there!

What the hell

is going on back there?

Stay back!

Get back!

I'm stuck!

Berta!

Berta?

Berta...

The monster, I killed him.

God!

I'm gonna die of rabies.

That 's better.

You're dead.

It 's what we all aspire to.

You're not real.

What 's real?

Where are you going?

What do you want from me?

The question is,

what do you want?

What do I want?

I came to help you out, man.

How?

Don't you know what night this is?

Tonight?

Exactly one year ago...

in October,

of your most immemorial year.

I lost her.

Could be you found her.

Here?

She rolls through

an ether of sighs...

No.

Was it love?

Did you truly love her?

Or was it the idea of her

that you loved?

The soft flesh and warm embrace?

- She's not dead.

- A promise is a promise...

is a promise.

When are you going

to stop running away?

No.

No! She's not dead!

She can't be dead!

Looking for something, man?

I know everybody.

Anybody, anything.

I'm your Sugarman.

- I'm looking for a girl.

- Yep, I know her, man.

I know everyone upstreet,

downstreet and in between.

You name 'em, I know 'em.

What 's she look like?

That 's her.

Her name is Ula.

Yeah, man. I know her, man.

Strung-out b*tch.

I hate to tell you, man,

she's my old lady now.

Hey, hold it, man!

Hold it! Hold it! Okay, okay.

Maybe I got that wrong.

Let me see that again.

How long she been out here, man?

One year...

I left her here.

She don't call herself

Ula now, man.

F*** you.

She started upstreet but

now she's downstreet, man.

I can take you.

- You can take me?

- Yeah, man, yeah.

Okay, you take me.

You get the other half

when I see her.

Do you love her, man?

- Yeah, I love her.

- No matter what?

- No matter what.

- Then why'd you leave her, man?

I didn't leave her, okay?

We just... We just got separated.

Yeah, bummer, man.

How'd that happen?

I can't remember.

Yeah, man. Yeah, I've had

days like that too, man.

Let them in.

She's in here.

After you, man.

Ula?

Are you alone?

No.

No?

You said you'd take me to Ula!

That wasrt Ula!

At this point, man...

At this point they're all the same.

They're all whores! Not a c*nt 's

hair of difference between them.

How the f*** do you know

that 's not her?

It 's not her.

I got something here, man...

that will make you think

that really is her, all night long.

And in the morning, you just

gotta put her out on the street.

And I'll collect her.

You stay away from me.

F*** you!

Sh*t!

What the hell have we got here?

Armando!

What the...?

Ula?

F***ing a**hole!

Ula?

Hey, baby! Daddy's home

and he's bearing gifts.

- You got some sugar for me?

- Oh, yeah.

You wanna try this?

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