Seven Psychopaths Page #3

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You'd just think it was my fault

and drag me back here

and tie me up and kill me.

Well, yeah, that was a pretty good...

Yeah.

Yeah.

- You should get a new one, boss.

-I know, but I like the handle, the blue.

I'm sorry about this, Sharice.

What it is, I don't oil it.

Please, Mr. Costello, I always loved Bonny

like he was my own child.

One, I do not want that image in my head.

Two, you shouldn't take advantage

just because my gun got stuck by accident.

Because that's low.

There's been a bunch of dog disappearances

down by the La Brea Tar Pits, I heard.

This Norwegian chick I was banging,

she got her dog back.

Been missing a couple of days.

Gave the guy a big reward,

then she started to think

there was something fishy about it.

She asked around.

Same thing happened

to three people down there.

And, I'm sorry, Dennis,

when were you gonna mention this?

I'd have mentioned it straight off

if I hadn't been looking for fat-ass all night.

Dennis.

Could you go make some inquiries?

Get my f***ing dog back for me.

Sure, boss.

What about fatso?

She still lost my f***ing dog, man.

Just kidding, Sharice. You can go.

You think I'm gonna see Wendy again

when I go?

We'll both see her again, baby,

but not anytime too soon.

You ever worry we was wrong all those years,

and there ain't no Heaven

and there ain't no nothing?

Of course I worry, but God loves us.

I know He does.

He's just got a funny way

of showing it sometimes.

Sometimes I think

God's gone crazy sometimes.

Stuff He does, stuff He don't do.

Well, He's had a lot to contend with

in his time, too, you know.

Bastards killed His kid, too.

Don't say "bastards," honey.

It's just a word, Myra.

It's just a word, you know.

"Bastards."

You're gonna have

a nice time tonight, Billy. Relax.

He's your best friend, ain't he?

Kaya ain't so bad.

it ain't her fault she's a f***ing b*tch.

Must be hard coming all the way here

from Australia.

Or New Zealand.

Or wherever the f*** she came from.

Hey, I'm Billy. Billy Bickle.

What's your name? I didn't catch your name.

Hey. Come again?

Dimitri, I like that. Where you from?

Hey, happy birthday.

Hey, Bonny.

We'll get you back to your daddy

in a day or two.

Don't be sad.

That's good. You're not sad.

Oh, you're happy!

Paw.

Paw.

No paw. That's okay, too.

And the last thing that the killer ever saw

was the Quaker take out a cut-throat razor,

put it to his own throat, and slice.

What's up, Bickle'? Don't you get it?

- I get it.

-You don't look like you get it.

Maybe it ain't clear enough.

Maybe I should have

had you write it with me.

Maybe you just drink too much, Marty.

What did you just say?

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