The Voices Page #4

It's this terrible, cheap,

all-night burger joint

out by the county line.

- We go.

- And you wanna go there tonight?

Yes and yes!

Full steam ahead, Captain.

- And don't spare the chili.

- Yeah, all right.

You know, they say a lot of things

about you up in Accounting.

Like what?

Well, that arty chick Lisa,

she thinks you're hot.

And everybody else, we just

wonder where you're from.

Oh, my family moved here from

Berlin when I was seven.

You know, a kid's gotta go

where his parents take him.

I don't even have that excuse.

Why do you live here, then?

Oh, God. Well, if you

find out, call me.

- Hm.

- No, sorry.

No, that came out wrong.

I'm sorry.

You don't like Milton?

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

It's nice.

You know, the people are friendly.

It's pretty.

No. High school football

and karaoke bars isn't enough.

I'm bored.

Insanely bored.

You like heaven better, huh?

Heaven?

- What?

- Where you're from.

Heaven?

Hardly.

No, I'm from Reading.

Reading is a lot closer

to hell.

Oh.

You like trivia?

- Yes. Why?

- I got a good one.

Okay, there's tons of

angels in the Bible,

but only four of them

have names,

three of which are Michael,

Raphael, and Gabriel.

Who's the fourth?

You're not getting all religious

on me, are you, Jerry?

No, I... this...

this is fun.

Come on, guess.

Who's the fourth?

I don't know.

Freddy the Angel.

No. Not Freddy.

You know this.

You know his name,

I promise you.

You're forgetting one thing.

You're forgetting

that he's an angel.

Jerry, kill me.

I wanna die.

Take your knife

and cut my throat.

- Don't worry,

- I'll help you.

What?

No, no, Jerry!

- No! Don't!

- I gotta do it. I gotta do it.

Oh, my God.

The fourth angel is Lucifer.

What?

Lucifer is an angel

that, uh... a fallen angel.

Fio... Fiona.

Fiona!

He asked me to do it.

Fiona, don't run.

You'll get lost.

- Ah!

- Fiona!

Ah!

Oh, I don't know

how that happened.

I'm sorry if I hurt you.

Oh...

You... you're in pain?

You're suffering?

I love you.

I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

- Hi, Jer.

- Not now, buddy.

What the hell you been doing?

It's okay, Bosco.

Pretty bad situation, buddy.

I know.

Maybe the best thing

to do is just, um,

go to the cops

and explain everything.

- Just tell them what happened?

- Mmm, yeah.

I think you're right.

Be good to get it off my chest.

If I wait, it'll be

a million times worse.

Thanks, Bosco.

You are both so f***ing naive.

You go to the cops and you say,

"Hey, man, I accidentally

stabbed that English chick.

Oh, oh, oh. "

You think they'll all

nod and understand

the way your stupid dog does?

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