The Frankenstein Theory Page #4

Uh, I... Yes.

Yeah? You got a boyfriend

in Canada?

Clarence, I think that

we're all hoping...

Hey, whatever you want,

money man.

What do you want?

I was hoping that, uh,

you might tell us

about the encounter

that you told me about?

Yeah. That's some

freaky ass sh*t, man.

I was selling meth to roughnecks

up in Fort Chipeywan and...

I don't want to

talk about it any more.

Can we talk about

something else?

JONATHAN:
No.

I think we have to...

I'd like it if we can

talk about this.

VICKY:

We would really love

to hear your story.

What do you want to

talk about?

The weather.

VICKY:
Well, Clarence,

maybe we should

get back on point.

You wanna talk about it,

we'll f***ing talk about.

I was up at f***ing

Fort Chipeywan

looking at

the Northern Lights.

There wasn't sh*t around me,

nobody f***ing around me

but ice, snow

and the goddamn lights

and then some f***ing guy

appears.

And he's f***ing huge.

He's huge and I'm like...

You know, "Hey, man,

what's going on?

"What are you doing out here?

You're checking out the lights?"

And he starts coming at me.

And he just gets bigger,

and bigger,

and f***ing bigger.

And then he looks at me like

he's gonna f***ing kill me,

okay?

And then he doesn't.

He walks away,

and I went home

and threw up

all over the place.

What else?

Did you talk to him?

Did you say anything to him?

Did you hear

what I just said?

This motherf***er could

snap me in two.

You think I'm going to

ask him if he wants

some mac and cheese?

I'm telling you, okay,

he was a person

but he wasn't a person.

I know that

it doesn't make sense,

but it does make sense.

JONATHAN:
It makes sense.

Yes, it makes sense.

Clarence,

I want you to look at this.

Holy sh*t, man!

This is him.

That's him!

That's f***ing him, man.

Okay, that is weird.

I'm freaking out right now.

Who the f*** is this guy?

You've heard of Frankenstein?

That's him.

F***, man, I was kicking

it with Frankenstein!

Goddamn, you are hot.

So, seriously,

who the f*** is this?

I am being serious.

That's him.

It's complicated.

What the f*** is going on?

What do you mean?

Do I look like

a f***ing retard?

No, no, no.

Why are you really here?

And don't give me any of this

Frankenstein bullshit.

Do I look f***ing stupid

to you?

No. Clarence,

relax we're...

You! Motherf***er.

Who the f***

are you listening to?

I'm doing sound, man.

Spying on me, huh?

VICKY:
Clarence!

It's a microphone.

It's your...

He's just part

of my crew, Clarence.

Okay, okay, okay.

F*** me.

You. Empty your pockets.

Empty your f***ing pockets!

Shut the f*** up!

Shut the f*** up.

JONATHAN:
Clarence,

relax, please, relax.

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