The Zero Years Page #3
- Year:
- 2005
- 123 min
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They were never there.
Tell her that! They weren't!
And, the kiddies with
the white coats?
Black coats. No! Yes!
They're gone too.
They weren't ever...
they don't exist.
All right.
I see here that this was
a bad week.
What do you care? Either way
you'll get your money.
Things aren't that simple. This
Christina, what's her problem?
The records show she hasn't
done a job alone in 5 months.
She's teamed up with the
blonde. They did it once...
and clients want them
together ever since.
- The new one is here too.
- She's not that new.
Her papers say she's out
in two weeks.
This is yours.
What could be wrong?
I'll call the blonde now,
right?
She always does that.
the food or the toilet bowl.
They stink.
She's waiting.
Go without the costume;
she doesn't have much time.
At least the gloves.
- Which slut did this?
- What happened?
The crazy b*tch drew a
mustache on my icon.
What did you do to my icon,
you freak?
What are you talking about?
You're gonna lick it clean
before I back, you dirty b*tch.
Excuse me.
What?
No, please I won't do it again.
Please, not an egg.
She did it herself, to frame
me. Say something! Please.
- Your turn.
- Why me?
Because when I'm away,
you'll do it.
Yeah, I'm leaving
in a few days.
Fine, you're leaving but
until your paper comes...
She's right, let's see
your paper come first...
Give me the egg.
Right, it's disgusting.
Do the nipples.
The nipples!
And the mouth! The mouth...
This is fun.
Customer, I'm going
downstairs.
It could be the mailman...
for me...
Might as well forget
your God down here.
God is me, and this.
Got it, pig?
I'm gonna put you in my
infected juices.
All that will be left
will be your crust...
and the ashes from
your bones.
You like it, worm?
What's this? Empty cocoons
are all you produce.
You dress them in little white
You won't make it out
of here alive.
Suck on this now. You'll
become a cocoon of dust again.
Come on, don't play dead.
You're alive!
Wake up you pig!
Easy now! Easy.
What have you done, you nut?
You slaughtered the man.
It's our job and we do it well.
Let go!
He sh*t on himself...
He stinks.
Drag him out.
Leave him on the sidewalk.
Take all his money...
- How much?
- All of it.
All of it...
What if he goes
to the police?
Not a chance. He'll be back
next week begging us.
- Throw him out.
- Yeah...
- It's just that I can't do it.
- Why?
Because it seems to me
that this man is dead.
- What did you just do?
- I changed the color.
Now me?
Press the button.
- Time's up.
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