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[thunder]

[horror sound effect]

[sound of breaking glass]

[electronic music]

[howling wind sound effect fading in and out]

[electronic music grows louder]

[dog whimpering]

[shotgun sound effect]

[Susie] Stop running, you mangy fuck!

[dog whimpering continues]

[dog yelps]

[Susie] Stop running, bitch!

[dog whimpers]

[Susie screams]

[dog wails]

[stabbing sound]

[Stabbing and wailing continues]

[Susie] Stop moving, fucker!

[dog wailing dies out]

[electronic music continues]

[chuckles]

Growl at me now, motherfucker!

[laughs]

[stab]

[electronic music ends]

[Jameson] So, how are you coping, Susie?

Has there been any development with the case?

It's…..gone cold.

[exhales]

[punching sounds]

[Susie] Jesus Christ, Jameson. How hard can this be? We know who they are.

We know they're connected to the murder weapon. What else...

[interrupting Susie] There's no proof!

[punching sounds]

[Susie] Then, get a search warrant to go into the INP headquarters.

I guarantee you'll find the proof.

- A judge is not going to service a search warrant on the slim change that we might find the gun there.

It's not going to fly.

[low-tempo ambient music]

[treadmill whirs]

[punching sounds]

[door slam]

[Susie] Hey, babe, what's wrong?

[John] Where were you?

- I told you. I was watching a movie with Melissa.

Is this what you do on your downtime?

These are dangerous fucking people you're messing with, Susanna. I love you. Please, don't do this.

[Jameson] Susie, I need you to stop doing this P.I. shit and let me do my job.

This is not ok!

[Susie] I'm tired, Jameson. I'm tired of seating on my hands waiting for something to happen.

It's been six months since my parents...

Alright, I tell you what. Let's go to Michael's Halloween party tomorrow. Go out in the afternoon.

Buy yourself something cute. I'll meet you there as soon as I leave work. We'll dance, get drunk, have some fun.

I'd like that.

[Jameson] Susie, you're going to get yourself killed trying to get dirt on this people.

And make no mistake, they WILL kill you in a heartbeat.

I will get them.

[Gun shot sound]

[Susie whimpers in anger]

[gun shot sound]

[Susie groans and exhales in frustration]

[Jameson] Just...give me the time I need to work the case!

[drumbeat without lyrics]

[laugher]

[shutter sound]

[shutter sound]

[shutter sound]

[stabbing and shutter sounds]

[shutter sounds]

[spits]

[bottle rattles against the floor]

[Susie] Oh, shit!

[cough]

[high tempo electronic music]

[Davis] Get her!

[Davis] Andrews, get that fucking cunt!

[Incoherent screaming and crying for help]

[Andrews] Bitch, stop running!

[dogs barking]

[Susie] Somebody please!

[screaming subsides]

[Susie shrieks]

[Davis] Get her out of the fucking car!

[Andrews] Shut the fuck up.

[Susie whimpers]

[Andrews] Get the fuck out of the car!

[Andrews] Stupid bitch.

[Andrews] Fucking cunt! I told you not to run.

[Susie crying]

Extracurricular activities?

Mmm. My, my.

[Andrews] She has enough here to fry us all, man!

Well, my, my, my...huh, look what we have here.

[Whistles] Yummy.

[low-tempo ambient music]

[Susie crying]

[Andrews] Oh, yeah.

[Andrews] Oh, yeah, just like a blowup doll, bitch. Take it.

[Andrews] You know something? I always wanted to fuck a pussycat.

I don't feel comfortable in this, Mel.

[Andrews] Oh, it's so warm. Your pussy is so sweet! Oh, Yeah!

[1920's music plays on the TV]

[Andrews] Do you know what curiosity did to the pussycat, bitch? Let me show you!

[Susie cries]

So, then what happened?

I went looking for her.

[muted dialogue]

[ominous music]

[Gordon] Bitch!

[indiscernible dialogue]

[Trent] Pussy-ass bitch!

[gun cocks]

[Gordon] Damn, motherfucker! Look at you now, cuz. What you snooping around for, bitch?!

[Spanish language]

[John] I thought they were going to shoot me...

[Gordon] Bitch-ass motherfucka!

[John continued]....like a dog. Right there in the middle of the street.

That was stupid, John.These people are cold blooded killers. Every last one of them.

I'll talk to the chief about getting us a search warrant. I want you to go home and wait for Susie.

Keep your cell phone with you at all times. I'm going to call later and ask for some information you might have.

[indiscernible dialogue]

[mid-tempo music plays]

[high-tempo music plays]

[Gordon] Yo, hurry your ass up, man!

[Susie] Come here, baby. We've got some work to do.

[vocalizing in foreign language - music]

[heavy metal music plays from car stereo]

[raises stereo volume]

[foreign music plays on]

Fuck!

[music stops]

[Susie screams]

[ax smashes Fraser's skull]

[rock music plays from car stereo]

That lying fuck is taking a shit, man!

Fuck.

[Shifts gears and turns off car]

[rock music]

Freak. Freak. Freak. [repeats]

[indiscernible rapping]

[sound of ax chopping meat]

[upbeat dubstep music]

[sound of ax chopping meat]

[Susie laughs]

[exhales loudly]

You wipe your ass?

[choking sounds]

[car horn blurts out intermittently]

[struggling sounds]

[Gordon's neck snaps]

[Susie] Oooh.

[screeching sound]

[Sexual moaning - funk music]

[gear shift]

[dog whimpers]

[bark]

[Screeches]

[Spanish language]

[Susie] How adorable.

[door 'beeps' ajar]

[groans in anxiety]

Oh, sh....shit!

[diarrhea flatulence]

[exhales in relief]

[industrial rock plays loudly]

[industrial rock is heard faintly in the background]

[loud snorting]

Fuck me!

[door knock]

[door creaks open]

Do you have some tuna?

Oh, aren't you a doll.

[loud snort]

So, how about that tuna?

I'll find it for you.

You mind?

No. Hit it like you mean it though.

[loud snort]

Found it.

Here. Get a hit of that.

My turn?

[loud snort]

[music grows louder]

[choking]

[Susie makes choking sounds]

Let me join you. That way, we can both get a little cyanide dose.

Oh, I like the way you move.

I like your style.

[music ends]

[suspenseful ambient music]

[foaming sound]

Done with your little dance of death?

[loud stomping of heels]

Looks like it.

[burning sound]

[Susie] Thanks for the bump, honey.

[footsteps]

[suspenseful music]

[Susie] Hey, dingleberry, time to pay the piper.

[Dani swallows hard]

[slicing and choking sounds]

Bye.

[door creaks open]

[metal-scratching sound]

[upbeat music plays from car stereo]

[Martin screams in horror]

[door knock]

Hey, Sugar Puff, mind if we come in?

Davis!?

Jameson, is that you?

None other.

Well, by all means. The law is always welcome in my humble crib.

[mumbles] Fuck.

How can I help you?

[Spanish language]

[music subsides]

[papers rustle]

[papers rustle]

Sounds like a hot date, detective. It's a shame I haven't met her.

How about Gordon and Fraser. Seen them lately?

No. Can't say that I have.

I only ask because they found Fraser hacked into itti-bitty pieces with an ax...

...and as for your boy Gordon: someone wanted Gordon dead so badly they strangled him with a shoe lace

You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you?

No. It's the first time I hear of it.

Excuse me.

[James] Yo. Take it easy dog.

Don't fucking touch me, James! You weren't there. You didn't see what I saw!

How?

How?!

Trent got poisoned. Dani got stuck while dropping a duce. Keith got a Kodak smile.

FUCK!

[Stopping on a plastic fan]

Fuck. Fuck!

[breathing loudly]

Fuck. We've gotta handle this shit.

More bad news?

I take it your guys found my cleaning service to be more than satisfactory.

Now, get your pigs and get the fuck out of my house.

They knew we were coming.

[cell phone rings]

John. It's Jameson. Where are you?

At home. Like you told me to.

You sure about that?

So, are we at war?

Nah. This is different.

What the hell kind of hits are these. Fucking ax? Shoe strings?

It's the boyfriend.

That pussy? Fuck that. You should've seen his face last night.

It's a crime of passion. It's him.

He knows the cops don't have anything on us, so he's taking matters into his own hands.

Take two of your men, go to his place and turn him into a magic trick.

Tie a fucking radiator to his neck and throw him in the motherfucking bay if you have to. Go!

James, I want you two to go to Kevin's place. Make sure that shit-head doesn't have that bitch tied up in his apartment or something.

I've been calling him all morning and he's not answering. So, something's up. Alright? Go!

Got it.

And Martin: Dude, take the night off. Alright? Go.

[Spanish language]

[snap]

[Groans in pain]

[Rocky slams on the ground]

[suspenseful music]

[Tyrel] That's it?

- Yeah. Make a right at the corner. Scout the block.

I knew it. These shit-heads are so predictable.

[car doors slam shut]

Look at this fucking place. Let's go.

[James] What a fucking dump.

[knife slicing followed by a loud 'thud']

[door knock]

Yo, Kevin, it's James. Open up.

Shit!

[Chris] Go around the back.

[stabbing sounds]

[flies buzzing]

Hey, I found Kevin!

[stabbing sounds]

[labored breathing]

Got 'em. Control this is unit 208. I've got a hit about to go down at 2215 nw 10 st. Requesting police back up. Over.

[engine comes on]

[screeching of tires and wailing of sirens]

[gun shots, barking dogs]

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

[gun clicks on empty] - Fuck

Where the fuck are you going?!

[Jameson] Miami PD, freeze!

[Jameson] Running! Really?!

[Jameson] I said: Freeze, motherfucker!

[labored breathing] Oh, god. Shit!

[Tyrel groans in pain]

[body slams against ground, struggling sounds]

Shit!

[Trey] Die, motherfucker!

[gun clicks empty] - Fuck!

[growls in anger]

[Song - Feel it burning. Feel it burning. Feel it burning.]

[labored breathing]

[distant sound]

[labored breathing]

[exhales in frustration]

[Song - Feel it burning. Feel it burning. Feel it burning.]

[distant sound]

[Trey] Aaah!

[Trey] Fucking cockroach!

[punching and grunting sounds]

Motherfucker!

That's for the aggravation [cocks gun] and this is for sticking your pig nose in my honeypot.

[Trey grunts]

[stabbing sounds]

[Song - Feel it burning. Feel it burning. Feel it burning.]

[panting]

[cocks gun] Don't!

Susie?!

I thought you were...

Dead?

No. Taking a leave of absence, temporarily out of my mind, not dead.

Aaah, Jesus Christ!

Tell me, Jameson, how much have you done for my parents?

All that I could.

You sure? Seems like I've done more in the last twenty four hours than you have in the past two months.

Oh, god. Look, I did everything that I could within the limits of the law.

Within the limits of the law, huh?

[Jameson grunts]

What happened to you?

Nothing happened to me, hon. I've been...enjoying myself.

How...How exactly have you been enjoying yourself?

Your husband's sick with worry.

You're killing the mood, Jameson.

Susie, this...what you're doing. Is not going to solve anything.

You can kill them all tonight. Tomorrow someone else is going to be there to take their place.

Yeah, but it won't be them.

This is wrong.

You're missing the point, sweetie. It's not about right or wrong. It's about my pleasure.

It's all about my pleasure.

And stop calling me Susie. My name is Pussy.

[music fades]

[sirens wail in the distance]

Pussy?

You got a last name to go with that?

Of course.

[labored breathing]

[hissing radiator]

[ominous ambient music]

And then when I turned around, she was gone.

[Cop] So, she took your gun.

Yeah.

Is that all?

I met Susie countless times over the past two months but the girl from tonight was...

...a completely different person.

Are you suggesting the suspect might have multiple personality syndrome, detective?

Maybe.

I just want it noted that she wasn't herself tonight.

Maybe she's suffering from some kind of schizophrenic breakdown.

10-4.

[Jameson groans in pain] Son of a bitch.

Son of a bitch.

[checking gun]

[holsters gun]

I need to talk with you inside.

[sirens wail in the distance]

[dogs bark]

[kicking of trashcans]

[dogs bark louder]

[Aki] Hey...

The girl, she was there. She killed Rick. Almost got me too. The fucking bitch is possessed or something.

Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Back it up. What girl? What are you talking about?

The girl. The chick. She...

We killed that bitch.

I swear on my life. She was there.

Last time I saw her she was...

[cell rings]

[muting phone] We raped that bitch half to death, man. She's fucking gone!

[taking the call] Talk to me.

An avalanche of bacon just came through the front door. Said they're looking for a guy named Tyrel.

What do you want me to do?

Let 'em look. They're not going to find that motherfucker.

[ends call]

[James] Kevin's fucking dead.

What?!

His face was beat into a pulp. He had a god damn kitchen knife sticking out of his right eye, man.

Don't fuck with me!

I shit you not.

And the girl?

See?! I told you she's alive!

Someone shut him up!

No, wait! No one saw...

[Ray] Come here, man.

Yeah, that's not what I heard.

He's pissing all over the floor, man.

Oh! My fucking snickers, man!

What are you doing?

Calling in a favor.

This is bad, Davis. What if she calls the cops.

She would've done it by now. And definetly not now. After killing 8 of our guys?

Who the fuck is this girl?

[Gabi] Psss...

[lady cop] Watch yourself!

[wind blowing through open window]

[urine splashes in toilet bowl]

[Gabi gasps]

[Gabi panting through hand]

Cut your flow?

Susie's Alive.

[John] Oh, thank god.

I saw her tonight. That's the good news.

The bad news is: she's responsible for the two dead bodies we're hauling to the morgue right now.

There's a good probability she also killed another six members of the Davis's gang earlier tonight.

Wait. Are we talking about Susie?

Yeah, Susie. Only, she's not calling herself Susie anymore.

I'm afraid I don't follow, detective.

Susie might be having a schizophrenic breakdown. She's extremely dangerous right now.

I don't believe it.

An undercover unit will be parked outside for your protection.

Susie wouldn't hurt me!

Don't be so sure. For a moment there tonight I thought she was going to blow my head off.

Wait, I don't understand. Why can't you run a check on her cards!? We would find her that way.

I don't have access to that information unless it is provided by a third party or family member.

Yeah, well, I don't have access to that either!

Then, we're fucked.

[slaps his hands on the table]

[Gabi breathing through rag]

[radio crackles with indistinguishable dialogue]

[lady cop] Sergeant, there's a 99 on the radio. We have to go.

Join us.

You're so pretty, Gaby.

Even your name is pretty.

Isn't she pretty?

A pretty name for a pretty girl.

What's a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this?

You shouldn't be here.

I passed around the donation plate for you today.

Leave and don't you ever come back...

...because if you do, I will kill you.

And I don't want to do that.

You're so pretty.

[Gabi groans in fear]

As for you, Aki!

These are your donations.

If I ever see you again, I'm gonna scratch your fucking eyes out.

‘Cause this dumb bitch couldn't find her ass with two hands and a wall-sized mirror but you...

...you knew about everything that was happening in this place.

You're lucky I don't fucking carve your heart out right where you sit.

[car parks outside]

Don't you ever come back, Aki.

This is your only chance, bitch.

[Aki whimpers and cries]

[rap song - I'm so sick your chick wants my dick in her belly]

[rapping indistinctly]

[I crunch rhymes and crush time]

[I kill it and I don't need no disguise]

[So, you don't want to fuck with me, sunshine. 'Cause I'm a fucking murderer]

[rapping indistinctly]

[rap song ends]

[slow, seductive beat begins to play]

[cell phone vibrates]

[cell phone vibrates]

[knife slicing with a splashing sound]

[knife hits the ground]

[music ends]

[ominous ambient music begins to play]

[cell phone vibrates]

Martin, can you hear me?! Listen: watch your six, dog.

There's a crazy bitch out there that's already killed nine of our guys.

You must be talking about me. Make that ten, honey bun. I'm afraid Martin's not with us anymore.

You. You fucking bitch. Fuck you. Fuck you!

You know what? Wait, wait until I get my hands around your skinny fucking chicken neck...

...I'm going to squeeze till your fucking eyes pop out of your skull.

I know...I know...put the big dog on the phone.

[growls in frustration]

Bitch!

Activate the GPS on Martin's phone.

Who's this?

You know damn well who this is.

You've given me a hell of a run today, Susie.

And wait until you see what I have in store for you, pumpkin.

Oh, yeah? What's that?

A thirteen inch silicon dick I'm going to fuck you with. Satisfaction guaranteed, shit-head.

Then, I think I'll turn the pictures over to the police so they can further fuck you over for me.

Exactly what pictures are we talking about, sweetheart?

The ones you thought you burned, you moronic imbecile.

The memory card was full. I had to record the pictures on the camera's drive.

300 South Biscayne. James is on his way. We're trying to reach Leroy. He was there.

Keep trying.

Why don't you come and see me?

Enticing over, love-bug, but I think I'll pass.

Are you sure you don't want to come and see me?

Because if you don't...

...I'm going to promise you'll live long enough to watch me turn your boyfriend's head into a center piece.

Oh, go ahead. He doesn't really mean that much to me anyway.

[Ray] Shit.

Well, it's been fun and all, but I really should get going.

I have a hot date in the trunk of my car and a full night to look forward to.

Oh, and thanks for passing the word around. It does wonders for my reputation.

Fuck!

I think we have a bigger problem than we anticipated.

[suspenseful music plays on]

Oh. Martin!

[Ray] I'm going to kill her!

[suspenseful music fades out]

[mid-tempo melody begins to play]

[whistle]

[Melissa] Now, that's hot!

I don't feel comfortable in this, Mel.

What?! Maybe that's because you've been married more years than I have toes on my feet...

...and that's kind of turned you into an old, frigid housewife.

Geez, thank you.

No, but seriously, have you looked at yourself?

Look at your butt!

That's an 'A' plus, sweetie.

Hey, stop that!

[song - dark, violent sky]

[black butterflies]

[shadows in the sun]

[singing indistinctly]

[Dark, violent sky]

[End of the night]

[Old men flying high]

[in the sky]

[chorus: feel it burning, feel it burning]

[bottle rattles against the ground]

[Susie screams]

[Andrews laughing]

[Susie crying]

[bag rattles]

My, my, my, look at this.

I want to keep her a little longer.

[Davis] Make sure you get rid of her by sunrise.

Scrap this too.

We could use the credit cards.

Nah. It's too risky. Just get rid of it.

[Susie crying]

What's so funny, pussycat?

I'm going to kill you. I'm going to kill all of you.

I'm going to decorate my house with your body parts.

Bitch, you're never going home!

You're wrong.

[suspense music ends]

[sound of rain]

[ambience music]

Ah. Looky, looky! Hello, mami! Look at my pretty pussy!

Fuckers.

[Shower-head sputters]

Oh, you motherfuckers.

[Susie hits the floor]

[Water runs from the faucet]

[the shower is running]

[tires screech to a halt]

What's happening to me?!

It's alright. You're ok.

Oh, no.

What's going on?

Get on the ground! Now!

What's happening?

Just do what he says.

You too, pretty boy.

Great.

Alright. Now, hands behind your backs.

Both of you!

[groans in pain]

Hey, man, take it easy!

[Groans] Is this really necessary?!

[Susie] Hey, what are you...?

[Susie and John groan through the tape]

Now, that that's settled...

...let's just wait for the calvary to get in.

[Suspenseful music begins to play]

[Andrews] What do we have here?

[Andrews] Hey, pussycat, you must be into bondage fetish in a big way, huh?

[corrupt cop] Alright, gentlemen, we don't have too much time here so let's get going.

Get them to the warehouse. Dauphin should be there already.

[John groans in pain]

[corrupt cop] And do not touch anything!

[Andrews] Get him in the car!

Drive!

So, you want to tell me where the pictures are?

Let me husband go. He has nothing to do with this.

Oh, I'm sorry, honey, but that's not possible.

But if you tell me where the pictures are I might hold off on some of the promises Davis made to you yesterday.

I don't know what happened yesterday. I have no recollection of the last 24 hrs.

That's a good story. That's a great story, isn't Ray?

That's a funny story.

If you don't tell me where the pictures are, I'm still going to torture you.

[Susie] Oh, god. Oh, god. Oh, god.

You remember how much fun we had last time, right?

It's going to be a cakewalk compared to what I'm going to do to you.

I swear I don't have any pictures.

Where's the camera!

I don't...

It might be...

There's a motel on Biscayne and sixteenth avenue.

Go on.

The Shady Lady. It might be there.

I got the key...

[keys jangle]

Mmm...now we're getting somewhere.

[Susie cries]

Go check out the motel room after you bring her in, alright?

[rap music, punches]

That's it, motherfucker!

Last chance to talk before I come back with a fucking hammer!

Hit him one more time.

Isn't this a pretty sight?

Yeah. It might be pretty, but we're not getting anywhere.

Say it ain't so.

Hey, homeboy, if I bring your wife in here you will wish to hell you would've told me something.

I...I don't...I don't...

Oh, I see. You need an incentive.

Bring her in.

Let's get you ready for the ball.

There. Now you get to see the four of us run a train on your wife.

[rap song plays]

[Jerry] Man, you better talk to that pasty motherfucker. I've got to go check the motel.

What the fuck are you doing?

This bitch just offed 11 of our guys. Do you want to be number 12, huh? GET THE FUCK OFF HER!

[Jerry] Man, what a fucking day!

Jesus Christ! Is anybody NOT trying to fuck this pussy?

[Dauphin screams in pain]

[high tempo drum beat]

Go check it out.

[Susie] Come on, come on.

[Susie] Put it down! PUT IT DOWN! PUT THE GUN DOWN NOW!

[Andrews] What the fuck is going on back there?!

How did you get loose, pussycat?

Let him go.

I don't think so, honey.

Cut him loose. I swear I'm going to blow his head off!

Go ahead.

I'll do it. Don't you tempt me.

I've got a better deal for you.

[John screams]

[Susie screams]

How about you let my boy go and your boyfriend can limp out of here with his life.

You better hurry or your boyfriend is gonna have to drag himself out of here instead.

Please, just let him go!

I swear we'll just walk away.

Wrong answer!

[Susie] No!

[Suspense music]

Get on the ground now!

I said: Get on the ground!

Shoot him!

Come on, Susie. You're not going to kill us in cold blood, are you?

Shoot him!

Stop moving.

Shoot him!

I just want to put this mess behind us. Get out of here.

I said: stop moving! Please, just...

[John] Shoot him!

You'll never have to see me again.

Please...stop....

[groans in pain]

[Suspense music escalates]

Excuse me.

[Gunshot]

[two gunshots]

S...s....Susie?

[groans in pain]

I'm afraid not.

[Pussy] My name is Pussycat.

[John] Pussycat?

That's right.

[John] Where's Susie?

Take off your shirt.

[Pussy] Lift your leg.

This is going to hurt.

[John groans in pain]

W...w...what are you going to do now?

I'm going to finish this.

They were inquiring about some incriminating photographs you had.

Why not turn them over to the police? Let them handle it?

This is Jameson. Call him as soon as I leave.

Pussy.

The pictures were in the memory card they burned. I never had them.

I just told them I did to make them sweat.

Obviously, I wasn't expecting for things to turn out this way.

I'd like to see Susie again.

I'll try to have her back in one piece.

[electronic beat plays]

[cell phone rings]

Give me a second, sweetie.

I gotta take this.

[takes call]

Is it done?

Not quite.

[urgently slaps girl's butt]

And I'm getting tired of killing all of your guys, so step outside.

I'm waiting for you with the 13-inch dick I promised you.

You ain't got the cheese, sweetheart!

Really?

I'll be damned.

I'm going to eat your heart...

...and shit out your fucking soul!

Good.

Then, come get me, motherfucker.

[cell hits the ground]

[Davis] Get her!

Call the EMT.

Jesus Christ! What the hell happened here?

You almost got us killed.

I left you in police custody.

Exactly.

[distant sound of branch snapping]

[stabbing sound]

[grunting]

[panting]

Fuck.

Look, he'll be fucked for the rest of his life, alright? Jail is hell for a cop.

But right now I need you to tell me where Susie is headed.

She's going to get herself killed if I don't bring her in, John.

She said she had some unfinished business to take care of.

[James panting]

Fuck, man.

This bitch is going to take us out one by one.

Man the fuck up, James.

We're bagging this pussycat today.

[rap song - indistinct lyrics]

What are you doing here?!

Get down on the ground!

Fuck you!

Where are they?

I don't know.

Where the fuck are they?!

Across the street! They ran across the street! Shit!

[foreign language rap song continues]

[airplane sound effect]

[crash]

Were you looking for me?

[suspense music grows louder]

[screams in pain]

[panting]

[Davis screams in pain]

[Davis screams in pain]

[Pussy] Surprise, dickhead!

Hey! Wait! Wait! Wait!

Don't do it!

Help me.

Shut up.

It's not worth it.

One more, one less - what does it matter at this point?

I can't let you do it.

Yeah? How are you going to stop me? Are you going to shoot me over this piece of shit?

Are you going to shoot Susie?

Shoot her!

Shut the fuck up!

I'm not going to shoot you.

Shoot her!

No.

I'm not.

Oh, fuck.

Don't do this.

For Susie's sake.

For yours.

Please.

I think we'll be fine.

No!

[groans in pain]

[groans in frustration]

I'm sorry, sweetie.

I couldn't let you take this one from me.

I really wish we'd had more time.

I just want you to know that I'm doing this purely for my pleasure.

FUCK YOU, BITCH!

Wrong species, asshole.

[body hits the ground]

[white noise]

Hey, Susie...

...I just want to begin by apologizing for all of the shit that you're gonna have to endure on my account.

The therapy sessions...the pills...the shrinks.

Also, I want to apologize for all that you've been through.

Had I known it was you waking up instead of me, I would've found a way to keep you out of harms way.

You and John.

Well, it's been fun but I guess I'm out of here.

I took a couple of these just now.

Don't really want to be awake when men in white coats come get us.

Oh, tell Jameson I'm really sorry for shooting him.

And Susie...

...be good.

[rap song]

[indistinct rapping]