Scarecrows Page #5

For Christ's sake, just cut it, will you?

Come on, pennies from heaven.

Jack!

Sh*t!

Jesus Christ!

Curry?

Curry?

We're on the way back to the house.

Curry's not feeling too good.

Bert's not gonna feel

too good either

- when I find him.

- What?

Bert booby-trapped his chute

with some blood and stuff.

And now it's all over me,

Bert, funny man,

like I'm gonna be all over you

when I find you, you motherf***er.

Chill out, Curry.

- You're a dead man, Bert.

A corpse, you hear me, Bert?

A dead man.

- Curry, we'll find him.

- Dead!

That's too weird.

Bert!

- Curry.

- What the hell is it?

- He's here.

- What?

Bert's at the house.

There is a God. Coming right up.

F*** him up, come on.

Stop your bullshit games, man,

you tried to f*** us.

Now, where's the goddamn money?

Bert, we're gonna get it out of you,

one way or another.

Where is it?

Let's just start with his hand, huh?

Let's just start with his goddamn fingers.

Who were you shooting at, huh?

Where's the money?

What's your goddamn name?

Stop it, you're killing him!

- Stop it!

- Change her diaper, will you?

You stay out of it.

Jack, where have you been?

Found some green stalks

down by the stream. Hungry?

Motherf***er,

you planned this heist,

and you planned to double-cross us

right from day f***ing one.

Come on, harder.

Piece of sh*t.

All that time you were just

jacking us off with sandpaper. Kick his ass.

Hey, there, want an ear?

Best way to eat corn.

Get away from me,

you cold-blooded bastard, just get away!

Look, leave her alone, Jack, okay?

Sack of sh*t. I'll watch him.

- He's a dead end.

- Man.

We're gonna have to sweep the area.

We'll get it back,

that double-crossing scum.

I've never seen anybody

stand a beating like Bert just did.

He hardly even bled.

Maybe he got a concussion

or something when he landed.

He must have

because he was numb

even before I started smashing his skull in.

I don't think he can even talk.

I don't buy it.

I think the son of a b*tch

took some drugs or something,

then walked in here hoping

we'd kick his ass and leave him for dead.

Leaving him with all the money.

He knew we'd find him

dragging that cash around,

so he stashed it

and took his chances coming up here.

So now the f***er is laughing at us

'cause he fried his brain

and we can't get to him.

Well, the joke's on him

'cause I'm gonna be standing on his dick

when he comes out of it.

He's just sitting there mocking us.

Right behind that face

he's laughing so hard

he's going to bust out any moment.

All right, a**hole, where is it?

Forget it, Curry.

What's the matter, Curry?

Can't you take it?

Jack, help!

Jack, over here! I'm stuck to this guy!

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