Suburban Gothic Page #4

actually probably stop.

Alcohol interferes with

my blood-pressure medication.

Drink it.

To parents knowing what's best.

All right We're working

through the night.

What? What do you mean We're

working through the night?

Just keep digging like I said.

I'm trying to avoid

a lawsuit man.

Just keep digging. Please?

You got to be f***ing

kidding me.

Well, that's hollow.

Watch out.

- Hold up a sec.

- Hey, hey.

What the f***?

Who?

It's like a girl or something.

Will you do me a favor?

See if it's...

hey, man, don't touch it.

Don't touch it.

What are you talking about?

Hey, man,

we got to report this.

No, I'm not reporting sh*t.

What five Mexicans

and a f***ing dead kid?

- What?

- Cover that sh*t up.

- This is not okay.

- Just cover it up.

We Can't just leave

this body here, dude.

F***ing cover it up.

Cover it up.

I know how that story ends.

F*** that.

We don't have no heads

And steal your legs

Steel-toed boots

Smash war and chains

And I know you ain't secret

Kick in your face

Lighten your load

Nice, and you play

Why say

I won't tell on you

Just like the rest

Why say

You guys suck!

Raymond,

I'm gonna give you a ride home.

Give me the keys.

What's that?

Painkiller.

In case we get into an accident.

Doesn't that strike you

as counter intuitive?

Nope.

Hello?

Go see who's out there.

You go see who's out there.

You're bigger than me.

Jesus Christ.

Donald, man, I know it's you.

Who's there?

I told you guys, it's...

Holy sh*t!

- Aaah!

- Aaaah!

Where you going?

I'm gonna run!

Get in the truck!

- Let's go.

- Alberto.

Alberto.

Come on, let's go.

Alberto.

Alberto, man,

where are you going?

You shouldn't have opened

that f***ing box.

Look, it's... it's f***ing

Donald playing tricks.

I told you already.

Mnhmnh. Mnh-mnh.

Mnh-mnh. It's not Donald.

But it's not Donald.

Come on, come on.

I got a job to finish.

Don't take my guys away.

Hey, finish it yourself.

I hate you so much.

F***ing a**hole.

Hey, Hector?

What?

F*** you! I quit!

Venga, pendejo.

Come on.

I see you back there.

Oh!

What are you pulling, man?

Huh?

That was rough.

I think I'm developing

night blindness.

I think it might have been

the pain-killer.

So, uh, you want to...

You want to come in?

I'm on my period.

No, You're not.

You know what?

I'm not.

I just really don't

want to have sex right now.

Neither do I.

Bye.

Well, you'd think with all the

maid services these people run,

they'd know how to clean up

after themselves.

- What's going on?

- What's going on?

Hector and his crew ran off

in the middle of the night

without finishing the job.

That's what's going on.

I'm just shocked that Hector

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