Bloody Knuckles (2014) - full transcript

[sharp inhale]

[crow voice rattling]

[neighborhood children
playing]

[chuckling in delight]

[chuckling in delight]

[♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ]

[♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ]

Uh...

there's no more juice.

You're gonna be pissing every
five minutes

you keeping drinking juice
like that.



Can I have some juice, too?

For God's sake,

don't you start.

Please?

Fine! You want juice?

It's in the basement.

It's in the basement.

[hushed voices argue in
Chinese]

Mr. Fong will not tolerate
anyone slandering his product!

Hey, you have no right

telling me what products to
use!

[blow thuds]

If you can't see things our
way,

maybe I should correct your
vision.



[spluttering]

What the fuck?

[♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ]

[fart noise]

♪ Wow! ♪

♪ Oh, I feel bad ♪

♪ And I've felt worse ♪

♪ I'm a creep ♪

♪ Yeah, I'm a jerk ♪

♪ Come on ♪

♪ Touch me, I'm sick ♪

♪ Wow! ♪

♪ I won't live long ♪

♪ And I'm full of rot ♪

♪ Gonna give you, girl ♪

♪ Everything I got ♪

♪ Touch me, I'm sick ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Touch me, I'm sick ♪

♪ Come on, baby, now come with
me ♪

♪ If you don't come If you
don't come ♪

♪ If you don't come ♪

♪ You'll die alone ♪

[television ads playing]

"Demonitron...

the Sixth Dimension." Rated
"R".

[news theme plays]

[♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ]

Police have discovered another
stash

of the illegal pesticide known
as "Fright the Mouse"

in a derelict building in the
warehouse district.

This is the second stockpile
discovered

since last month's gruesome
poisoning death

of a mentally handicapped man.

The highly toxic rat poison

was imported and sold

by Chinatown businessman
Leonard Fong.

Upon news of the death,

Fong agreed to destroy his
remaining inventory,

but claims it was stolen
before he could do so.

The pesticide continues to be
sold illegally

throughout Chinatown.

Despite this,

police refuse to press charges
against Mr. Fong,

stating that, "A tolerant
business community

"should not punish newcomers

"simply for being unaccustomed

to stateside safety
regulations."

[turns off television]

Have you seen my moustache?

No.

Dude, I'm fucking late!

That's the second time this
month.

Just help me, okay?

[♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ]

Thank you guys for coming out

and supporting filth and
depravity.

You guys are awesome.

This is where you clap,
assholes.

[cheering and clapping]

Whoo! Yeah!

Read your comics, get outta
here.

Thanks for comin'.

Cowboy Wayne!

How you doin', man?

Good to see you.

How's the record coming along?

Real good, man, real good.

Yeah? The boys like the cover
art?

They didn't like it?

Well, it's not that they
didn't like it, man,

it's just that we got this new
manager, and...

he said it's too fucked-up.

Too fucked-up for a band
called Frankencunt?

We're called Meat Tornado now.

[laughs]

Why?

Frankencunt is way better,
man.

New manager, man.

It's way easier to book gigs
now, though.

Well, good luck to you, man.

All the best.

[shop bell jingles]

You made it.

I didn't want to miss the big
launch.

Come and have a beer.

Pretty good turnout.

Well, who could turn down free
beer

and dirty pictures?

Cheers.

No sweat.

And don't forget this.

Oh, our local hero.

[shop bell jingles]

Hola, geek-o-zoids.

[shouts of glee]

Dude, I'm starving!

Beer me, gweilo!

It's been a long day,

and I'm about to get crunk

in this bitch.

Amy, this is Ralphie.

Ralphie's my brother.

Ralphie, this is Amy,

she's doing the article on the
comic.

Actually, I'm his
step-brother.

I'm also his business
manager-slash-life coach.

Are you gonna make this guy
famous or what?

I dunno...

I'll do what I can.

Cool. Make it happen.

I'm gonna try to make it
happen

with that blonde chick right
over there.

Okay, buddy.

Laters.

Okay...

So, what do you think?

Explains your hate mail.

This isn't exactly uplifting
stuff.

Whoa.

Hold the phone, missy.

How about this guy?

This is a character I did a
few years ago.

He's a vigilante for the gay
community.

I call him "Homo Dynamous."

Do you know how many letters I
get

from gaylords who idolize this
guy?

Who actually

wanna be this guy?

[camera shutter snaps]

A lot.

I'd say that's pretty
uplifting.

There's never a voice in the
back of your head

that says, "This is just
wrong"?

Nah.

What about this one?

Cannibal Cookout in the Congo?

Well, excuse me for taking
interest

in world cuisine.

Seriously, there's no
boundaries?

No limits at all?

Not if it's set by
Bible-humping puritans

or P.C. Tolerance Nazis.

Then who? Nobody?

The same people who always set
the standards

Freaks.

Freaks?

Yeah, freaks.

Devil worshippers, jew-haters,
dope-fiends,

ass-fisters, corpse-fuckers...

[whispering] People who say
the "nigger" word.

These are the real heroes

that protect our freedoms and
keep us safe.

Seriously?

Yeah.

Look at it this way,

as long as the freaks are free
to Sieg Heil at a funeral

for a gay, black Holocaust
survivor,

then I'm free to draw a man
blowing a pig.

If the freaks are okay, then
I'm okay,

and you're okay.

Okay.

[cell phone rings]

Oh, shit, I gotta go.

You just got here.

I know, I'm covering another
story

in the warehouse district.

Oh, you're like a...

real-life Woodward and
Bernstein, huh?

Woodward and Bernstein are
real.

Yeah. I know. I know.

[coughs awkwardly]

Thanks for the beer.

Can I keep this?

Of course.

Hey, uh...

I was wondering, uh,..

I was thinking maybe you wanna
grab a beer sometime?

Seems you like them so much.

Yeah.

That'd be cool.

I'll talk to you later.

Okay.

Make it happen.

[sighs heavily]

She's a fox.

She sure is..

Too bad you don't have a
chance in hell with her.

Fuck you.

Fuck you.

Hey.

Yeah, I think I'm close.

I'm just not sure.

Just hurry if you can.

Do you know how to get to
Fitch Avenue?

Uh...

Yeah

Gimme the bag and the phone,

or I'll cut your fucking
throat.

-Okay -Shut up!

And keep your prissy, white
ass

out of this neighborhood,
bitch.

[exhales shakily]

[whispers] Shit.

Whatcha got?

What the hell?

What is that?

They're for pussies.

Like you!

[laughing]

Let's go to the movies.

[spits]

[stereo blasting]

[stereo blasting]

[distant argument]; Fuck you,
you fucking asshole!

I'll cut your fucking dick
off!

[spooky eight-bit music plays]

[computer voice recites]; You
suck at this game.

Kill yourself.

Wow, you just figured out how
to use that thing?

Fuckin' Luddite.

My cool computer voice

sounds more Chinese than you.

It's true.

[chuckles]

What time is it?

[typing]

7;45.

Time to fuck off.

I gotta go.

[Game over tune warbles]

Hey, what's that?

That is the latest

in luxury living,

due to start construction next
year

in the warehouse district.

Crime wave permitting.

That might be the most
disgusting thing

you've drawn so far.

Yeah, well, it's paying the
rent,

and it saves me having to look
like a baby-raping plumber.

Yeah.

Blow me.

'Kay.

You enjoy delivering dicks.

Fuck you.

Love you.

Love you, too.

[computer voice] I like to
drink beer.

[cell phone vibrates]

I like to drink

Hello?

Hey. It's Amy.

Oh, hey.

Is this your number?

Are you actually a journalist,
or are you just an alcoholic?

No, smart ass.

I got jacked the other night,
and the fucker stole my phone.

Oh, shit.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

It's just more annoying than
anything else.

Anyways I'm just calling you
about that drink

you were supposed to call me
about.

Oh, yeah?

So, how about it?

You know where Benny's is?

I'm on my way.

Hurry up.

[sniffs]

[sniffs]

Hello?

I don't know what you're
after,

but my dad isn't some rich
newspaper mogul

or anything, okay?

So you can just

[gasps in pain]

Dick!

Pick him up.

[quietly] Oh, shit.

Would you do me the honor

of autographing this for me?

Okay.

Okay.

Thank you very much.

The right one.

No! No!

No, what are you doing?

A warning.

No!

[circular saw whining]

Please, no! No!

Oh yes, Mr. Warner.

That hand has caused great
offense

and gotten you into quite a
bit of trouble.

I would be remiss if I did not
relieve you of it.

[muffled screaming]

No! No! No!

[screaming]

[screaming in agony]

[groaning]

A rat who gnaws at a cat's
tail

invites destruction.

You thought you were insulting
me

with your little pictures,

but in fact,

you were insulting something
much, much greater.

The profit.

You must never stand in the
way

of the profit.

It will crush you.

Profit will never be silenced.

Get him out of here.

[whimpering in pain]

Say goodbye to your little
friend.

Fucker! [spits]

[yelps]

[car stereo blasting]

Paging Dr. Stateman, Dr.
Stateman, please...

[monitors beep steadily]

We gonna be here all day or
what, kid?

Look, if you want to find the
guys that messed you up,

you're gonna have to knock off
this deaf-mute bullshit,

start answering some
questions.

I'm a cop, you can trust me.

So, you gonna tell me what
happened or not?

Fine.

Have it your way.

Saves me some paperwork.

Tell your friend to give me a
call

if he wants to start
cooperating.

Okay.

And I'd stay out of that part
of town if I was you.

You never know what you're
gonna run into down there.

You going to tell me what's
going on?

[turns off television]

No.

No.

[sighs heavily]

Many were surprised this
morning

to see the normally peaceful
nation of Canada

had spiraled into total
anarchy.

All of this stemming from an
art exhibit

displaying a photograph

which features the Canadian
flag in a piece of fecal
matter,

floating in a jar of urine.

Needless to say, most
Canadians find this image
appalling

and are demanding

that the artist face criminal
charges.

The gallery has since taken
down the picture,

and many news outlets have
refused to broadcast it,

but that seems little comfort
to these demonstrators.

[protestor]; Yeah, you know,

we as Canadians pride
ourselves

on being a tolerant nation and
all,

but when you desecrate our
national symbol like that,

that won't be tolerated.

[♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ]

Hey, man, I thought that was
you.

Yes, it's me.

So are you.

Hey.

Hi.

Hey, I want you to meet
someone.

This is Travis,

the dude that does Vulgarian
Invasions?

Dude, she spent a whole day

reading every issue, man,

cover to cover.

Yeah, I'm totally obsessed.

It's awesome.

I'm Suzie, by the way.

Hey, Suzie,

I'm Travis.

Uh, so, uh,

hey, are you working on the
next issue, man?

Nope.

No?

Nah!

I'm not doing that anymore.

What are you talking about,
man?

I don't know if you guys
noticed,

but I have a debilitating
injury

which prevents me from
engaging in such activities.

[scoffs, drunkenly]

Namely, I'm missing a fucking
hand.

[laughing]

[sighs]

Hey, I'm sorry.

I-I didn't want to say
anything.

Oh, don't be sorry, Suzie.

Don't be a sorry Suzie.

It's not your fault.

It was bound to happen sooner
or later, you know?

[imitating Fong's accent]; If
you go biting cat's tail,

it going to destroy you.

Are you all right, man?

You know, it's like you

changing your name from
Frankencunt.

You know, that's a smart move.

Man, I didn't get it at first,

but now I do.

It's like you don't want some
big Frankenstein,

or a cunt,

coming up to your door,

and being like "Fuck you,
Wayne!"

[roars in drunken emphasis]

Smart move, man.

But enough about that.

Bartender!

I'll have another one,

and one for my friends, too,
please.

Sorry, guy. You've had enough.

What!

How dare you? This is an
outrage!

We'll do this another time.

It's all right.

Fine.

Your peanuts stink like farts.

Out, asshole!

[scoffing]

[chuckles dismissively]

It's good to see you, man.

And you,

nice to have met you.

I like your hair style.

You guys look good.

Really good.

Really good.

[voices swirl in memory] Say
goodbye...

Say goodbye to your little
friend...

...gnaws at a cat's tail,

invites destruction...

The right one...

[screams of agony, power saw
whining]

No!

[coughing and retching]

[coughing and retching]

[coughing and retching]

[snoring]

[door creaking]

[door creaking]

[snoring]

[snoring]

[computer voice] I like to
drink beer.

[cell phone vibrating]

[computer voice] I like to
drink beer.

I like to drink beer.

I like to drink beer.

I like to drink beer.

[muttering]; What the fuck is
wrong with me?

I like to drink beer.

[cell phone buzzing]

I like to drink beer. I like
to drink beer...

[groans]

Hello?

Yeah, hi. I'm trying to reach
Travis Warner.

Is he at this number?

-Does he owe you money? -Uh,
no.

My name is David Brock.

I work for a company called
Warning Label Press.

We're a book publisher.

Yeah. Yeah, I know Warning
Label.

Is this Travis?

The same Travis that publishes
Vulgarian Invasions?

Not at the moment.

Oh, all right, well, you
know...

Anyway, look, uh,

I wanted to talk to you about
an idea

that I've been kicking around.

Uh-huh?

I've been a huge fan of yours
for some time now,

and, uh,

I think our philosophies are
very much aligned.

and I think

Vulgarian Invasion's worthy of
putting into a book.

[computer voice]; I smell
pussy.

Uh, excuse me?

[phone drops]

Travis, are you there?

I'm gonna have to call you
back.

[beeps phone off]

Jesus fuck!

Oh, God...

What is happening?

[computer voice]; You look
like wet shit.

Yeah, I'm going through

a bit of a rough patch right
now, okay?

Not okay.

You destroyed all of our
comics.

[sighing]

What the fuck is going on?

[typing]

Time to get your balls back.

This is crazy.

I've gone crazy.

It's all the malt liquor I've
been drinking.

You know what,

the black community was right
about that

That shit is lethal.

Get back to work, you little
bitch.

The fuck are you talking
about?

Making comics.

Yeah, good idea!

And you know what, next time,
they can saw my head off,

or Ralphie's head!

No fuckin' way!

Listen to me, you dumb shit.

I don't have to listen.

Know what?

Instead,

I think I'm just going to hang
out here for a while,

and avoid being dismembered

by psychotic Chinese gang
members.

Yeah, that's it. That's a good
idea.

Okay?

See ya later, pal.

I will not be ignored.

What the fuck is happening to
me?

[broken glass scrapes under
broom]

This is the third time in a
month.

Yeah, well, it's a rough part
of town.

It's probably just some punk
kids.

This isn't just punk kids.

Oh, yeah?

You got something you wanna
share with me?

I would, if I thought it would
make a difference.

Whoa, whoa!

What are you doing?

This is a crime scene.

Whoa, I thought this was the
work of punk kids?

She's with us.

Well, if you super-sleuths
uncover anything

you'd like to share,

you can let me know.

Bye, Officer Friendly!

[mutters] Faggots.

It's just keeps getting worse

in this neighborhood.

I am so sorry about the last
time you came down.

If we had been five minutes
faster

It's okay.

And it's all part of his plan.

High crime, low property
value.

He thinks he can intimidate us
out of here.

If he doesn't like our way of
life,

maybe he should just suck it.

Are you talking about Fong?

Every month, we get an offer
to buy.

His letterhead.

Do you have any of those
letters?

Mm-hmm.

Thank you so much.

We really appreciate your
help.

We've come too far to be
pushed around like this.

I would love to use the sword,

but we'll use the pen.

First.

Well, hear, hear.

It's nice to know that someone
in the press

still has some balls.

Not that you have balls

I get it.

But you know.

I hope I can help.

Oh, and if you see Travis
Warner again,

the Vulgarian Invasions guy,

tell him to keep up the good
work.

I'm a big fan.

Really?

I started reading his comics

at a bit of a low point in my
life, and...

they inspired me.

I'll let him know,

if I see him.

Talk soon.

Thanks. Bye.

Balls?

What? Balls.

What? Balls.

What the fuck?

[pencil scribbling]

You think you can shame me
into doing your bidding?

Huh?

Is that it?

Well, nice try, dink.

"Who wants to finger my
nutless bag?"

This is the stuff that got us
into trouble

in the first place!

Or don't you remember?

And just for your information,
I have balls.

They're right here.

So, you can just go suck them!

[yelps]

[groaning]

[gasps in pain]

Who do you think you are, huh?

Streetfighter?

Well, you're not! Okay?

You're just a total dick!

Ow! Fuck!

[coughs and sobs]

Thank you for agreeing to meet
with me.

Always a pleasure to speak to
a member of the press.

You've been getting a lot of
press lately.

Yes.

With freedom comes great
responsibility.

Very unfortunate

that some would choose to
exploit their freedoms

to cause harm and disrespect.

You feel disrespected?

[chuckles] Wouldn't you?

I am a charitable member

of this city's business
community.

To suffer these vicious
accusations

is an injustice.

And no truth to the
accusations

that you're associated to the
Golden Dragons street gang?

Those young men are members of
a tong,

a traditional Chinese social
club,

not a street gang.

People in the warehouse
district have been saying

the Dragons have been trying
to intimidate them,

to drive them out.

I have here letters from your
office

trying to purchase property

in the warehouse district.

So?

Isn't it convenient

that you're trying to purchase
buildings

in a neighborhood

whose property value is
decreasing by the day

due to a sudden spike in
violent crime?

Convenient,

but also coincidence.

You should try your hand at
fiction some time.

[door opens]

Can't you see I'm busy?

I think I have everything I
need.

That's all?

If... If there's anything
else,

I'll call you.

Thank you.

Bring me my fucking lunch now!

[typing rapidly]

[typing rapidly]

[typing rapidly]

[typing rapidly]

[gasps]

What the fuck?

[panting nervously]

[panting nervously]

[snoring softly]

[spluttering]

Little cocksucker!

[sighing] What the fuck?

A shocking video posted on the
Internet today

appears to show Canadian
militants

beheading the creator of that
controversial photograph

that enraged Canadians two
weeks ago.

The militants released a
statement

claiming to have carried out
the execution

as punishment for disparaging
Canadian values.

The militants say that the
video was posted online

as a warning to others,

and that anyone found to
insult and degrade their nation

should expect a similar fate.

The 33-year-old artist had
been in protective custody...

You look like shit.

Thanks, Ralph.

I had a pretty rough night
last night

What else is new?

Is this gonna be another
lecture from you?

No.

Sorry, man, I didn't mean to,
okay?

In fact, I'm not going to
bother you anymore

about whatever it is you're
going through.

It's obviously very personal
and very fucked up,

and you've made it very clear

that you don't want to talk to
me about it,

so... I'll have to accept
that.

I guess.

But we have an issue.

What's that?

We're going to be homeless
soon

if you don't help contribute

to this palace that we live
in.

I can't do it on my own, man.

[sighs]

I'll help you out

No, it's fine.

I'll sort it out.

No, come on, man, we'll look
for jobs online.

Get you spiffed up

Ralphie, I said I'd sort it
out, okay?

[door slams]

It's good talking to you.

[couple arguing distantly]

[television playing]

[snoring softly]

[snoring softly]

[grumbles, snoring]

[grumbles, snoring]

[grumbles, snoring]

[sizzling]

[smoke alarm beeping]

Fire...

Fire.

Fire!

[smoke alarm beeping]

Are you out of your fucking
mind?

Are you fucking retarded?

Okay, I know you don't have
ears,

but listen up, asshole.

I've had enough!

Enough of your insults,

enough of you hitting my
balls,

enough of tasting my own
butthole!

Do you know how gross that is?

Whatever you're here for,

whatever your mission is,

it's not going to happen!

You understand?

So, you can just crawl back

into whatever hole you crawled
out of

and leave me the fuck alone!

[sighs in exasperation]

Ralphie's right.

I'm fuckin' losin' it.

I need to get my shit
together.

I can't spend the rest of my
life

rotting in this apartment.

Not with a dick like you!

Go to hell!

[door slams]

You seriously just going to
sit there

and stare at me like that?

It's creeping me out.

[gripping fingers squeak]

Fuck!

I'm trying to work here.

Go see a movie or something.

Hey, Travis,

can you come here a sec?

I'm busy! What is it?

Come on, just get out here,
man.

Come on, just get out here,
man.

Um...

I'm going to go to the store.

Hey.

How you been doing?

Fine.

You know, just hanging in
there.

Travis, I know you haven't
been

Amy, I just really wanted to
say to you

I [cell phone rings]

A phone. You got a new one,
huh?

That's awesome.

Sorry, I have to take this.

It's my boss.

Burt. Hi.

So?

Girl, you are one, grade-A
pain in the ass, I tell ya.

Thanks?

Honestly, I didn't think you'd
turn up too much on this guy.

Guess I underestimated you,
kiddo.

So, what are you saying?

[sighs]

Burt?

I gotta kill the Fong piece.

Are you fucking kidding me?

Why?

This guy is dangerous, Amy.
Okay?

I'm afraid of what he might do
to you

I can't believe this.

That's exactly why we have to
run this.

We can't keep placating this
guy

like everybody else.

I have to be responsible here,
Amy, okay?

Our freedom comes with
responsibility.

You know who the last person
was

to tell me that?

Leonard Fong.

So, are you going to live by
his standards, or ours?

Are you okay?

No, actually.

My gutless, chickenshit of a
boss

just killed a story

I've been busting my balls on
for over a month.

[sighs heavily]

Doesn't want to anger the
great and powerful Fong.

Yeah, well, you know, maybe
that's for the best.

What?

Nothing, I'm just saying

that if this guy really is
dangerous,

you probably don't want to
piss him off.

This? Coming from you?

What happened to no limits?

Yeah, well, that was before...

Before what?

Nothing, Amy, I'm just saying

No, before what?

He did this to you, didn't he?

No, I didn't say that.

Jesus Christ,

you didn't have to.

Do you know, Amy, I got lots
of things

I should get back to

Travis,

talk to me.

Please just go.

[sighs]

[sighs]

Motherfucker!

I hate you.

You're an asshole.

And for your information,

you're not the boss of me.

[coughs and splutters]

[coughs and splutters]

[pencils clatter]

[pencils clatter]

[pencils clatter]

[cackling]

[grunting and straining]

[grunting]

[gasps in release]

[♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ]

I didn't ask for

the girlfriend experience,
bitch.

Your job here is done.

Fuckin' asshole.

What about my fuckin' money?

[chuckles]

What about your fuckin' money?

[♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ]

[♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ]

[printer whirring]

[printer whirring]

[printer whirring]

[printer whirring]

[muffled] The fuck?

[bonds squeaking]

What the fuck?

What the fuck?

[shouting in panic]

What's going on?

[muffled shouts of protest]

You don't know who you're
fucking with, man!

[screaming in agony]

[screaming and gurgling]

I know we've had our
disagreements,

that's part of our dynamic,

but this... this is
inexcusable.

I know how it looks,

but I can assure you I had
nothing to do with this.

Our front-page story is
replaced at the zero hour

by your story,

and you don't know anything
about it?

Come on, Amy, I might be old,
but I'm not fuckin' stupid.

I swear to you, I would never.

Well, who did then, huh?

Did a little goblin crawl in
here

in the middle of the night and
swap stories?

This a serious fuck-up.

One I can't look past.

You're suspended until further
notice.

Burt, please.

Go home.

[knocking] Anchao?

[beckoning]

What, you don't need to work
today? Huh?

Taking a fucking

Taking a fucking

[whispers]

[whispers]

[whispers]

[typing]

[computer voice]; Honestly,

it was self-defense.

What the fuck did you do?

I made a human pincushion.

You stupid son of a bitch.

They'll kill us all.

They killed you first.

I'll kill you!

I'll kill you!

Come here, you little
cocksucker.

I'm gonna frag your ass,
motherfucker.

[groans]

[high-pitched screaming]

[gasping and screaming]

[high-pitched screaming]

You're fucking dead!

[blade thuds]

I said everyone.

Does knife-boy have a hearing
problem?

He's got a bigger problem.

He's dead.

What?

That's not all.

Somebody's been reading too
many superhero comics.

I suppose we'll have to show
him

what a supervillain looks like
then.

I want the newspaper girl and
comic book boy

brought to me.

This insolence ends tonight.

Trav?

[sighs]

Fuck.

I'm sick of this mental
patient bullshit.

Hey.

Are you home?

Welcome home!

What the fuck?

Who the fuck are you clowns?

Where is the one-armed
executioner?

Where is he!

I don't know.

Unlucky for you.

No. Whoa, whoa. Pump the
brakes, dude.

Whoa! Ah! Ah!

Shit.

Take him to the back seat.

Wait, where am I going to sit?

You're going to stay here and
wait for the other one.

I'm starving!

Can you not think about your
belly for one second?

Huh? You could stand to lose a
meal,

you fat slob.

[club music plays]

[grunting and sex noises]

Whoops.

Sorry, dude.

Sorry, dude.

Yeah?

Give me two Black Orgasms.

What?

Black Orgasms,

two of them.

With the mask,

I can't hear you.

[grumbling]

Black Orgasms.

Two. With straws.

Yeah, yeah.

Sorry, I didn't know it was
you.

You just didn't recognize the
real me.

One and two.

[in deep voice] Your
performance thus far

has been above average.

Please continue.

Is that you?

Hey, quit messing around.

Is that you?

You know I fucking hate it
when you do that.

I swear to God, I'll bite your
fucking dick off.

Guiliani!

[sighs] Damn it.

[chuckles]

Safe word, I win.

What took you so long?

I thought I was gonna have to
drink my own piss!

Nonsense.

I will replenish you.

God, look at you,

you're like a supero hero
when you're all dressed up.

I deliver beverages

and justice.

Let's get back to it.

[stomach gurgling]

[groans queasily]

What's wrong?

I think I have to poo.

What?

Damn enchiladas!

Okay.

I'll just hang here until you
get back.

[excreting noisily]

[groans and winces]

[♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ]

[♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ]

Uh, there's no smoking in the
bar, asshole.

This is everybody's air, you
know?

o It's everybody's club, too,

but that doesn't stop you

from spitting mouthfuls of
jizz all over the place,

now, does it?

Don't make us take you
outside, dude.

Fine.

He was ours, asshole.

[crowd shouting in panic]

[crowd shouting in panic]

What the fuck is going on?

Hey, hey, do you know a way
out of here?

Yeah, the door, asshole.

No! No, no, no, you don't
understand!

Guiliani! Guiliani!

[panting in terror]

No, no, no, no!

[groans]

[screaming]

[moans]

[screaming]

[gurgling]

[gurgling]

You said "Guiliani."

He said "Guiliani."

Violating the safe word is a
heinous offense.

Golden Dragons.

[roars]

What has happened here is an
outrage.

Yeah, yeah. It's pretty fucked
up.

What is that?

I don't think you'd believe me
even if I told you.

I watched it kill a man.

I'm willing to listen.

Oh, my God.

What is it?

My brother.

Wait!

You are a tiny

but valiant warrior.

Join me on my quest for
vengeance.

[♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ]

[gasping]

Fuck this shit.

I can't suck this little
coke-dick all night.

I'd rather go to County.

Listen, bitch,

either make it squirt, or
you're getting hurt.

[police radio]; All units
respond.

Possible 187 in progress

at the corner of Glendale and
Jackson.

Fuck.

Dispatch, this is Ward.

I'm in the area. I'm on it.

Get the fuck outta here.

Listen, next time,

make me come, or I'll shoot
one of your knees off.

[♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ]

I thought I told you chinks to
cool it

on the fags in the warehouse
district

till this heat dies down.

Yeah, well, fat boy got
himself chopped up real good.

What the fuck was he doing
down here?

Who the fuck is comic book
boy?

He's not here.

They took him.

I'm sorry,

but we must plan.

Plan for what?

Our quest for vengeance.

I'm not on a quest for
vengeance!

There's no other choice.

You will join me.

Maybe we should just call the
cops.

These beasts are a cancer.

A cancer that we must cut out.

Okay, man, listen

And we will bathe in their
suffering and torment until

Okay, I get it.

Okay. Sorry.

What is your friend doing?

Okay, first off, don't call it
my friend.

He saved your life. I'd call
that a friend.

Yeah?

It's also the reason for all
of this shit.

He's trying to tell you
something.

Perhaps you should listen.

Okay, fine!

[♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ]

He's docking you.

Amazing.

[♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ]

Cut out the cancer, huh?

Fuck, yeah.

Let's do it.

Travis?

Remember me?

Detective Ward.

Yeah?

Listen, we gotta get you outta
here.

Got a tip

Leonard Fong has sent some
guys looking you.

What?

You'd better come with me down
to the station.

Unless you want Fong to do to
your whole body

what he did to your hand.

How do you know that?

I'm a cop, it's my job.

You can't trust him.

He's a dick.

Are you kidding me?

This guy's carrying a friggin'
head,

you're gonna listen to him?

Begone, lawman.

All right, you two jerkoffs,

I'm through fucking around.

Let's go. Now!

No way.

Aw, crap. [groaning]

[gasping] What the...?

[yelps in fright]

Move it, asshole.

Move it, asshole.

Mind pointing that thing
somewhere else, fella?

Get the fuck in there.

Get the fuck in there.

Officer Ward.

Nice to see you earning your
pay.

Perhaps I should hire more
Americans.

You're in a world of pain, you
white bitch.

I'm afraid he is right.

Your suffering has only just
begun.

You should have listened

when I gave you that very
generous warning,

but you refused to submit.

Now you must be broken.

No!

[screaming]

[sobbing] I'm sorry...

I'm sorry, Ralph!

I'm afraid this is only the
beginning.

For both of you.

Leaving so soon?

You guys do what you have to
do.

I don't have to sit around and
watch it.

I see. You'll eat the meat,

but won't slaughter the cow,

is that it?

Whatever.

Have a nice night.

[whimpering in fear]

Let's get back to it, shall
we?

Bring me the saw.

[soft clattering]

Hello?

If you're breaking and
entering,

you picked the wrong fuckin'
place, pal.

you picked the wrong fuckin'
place, pal.

[roaring]

[groaning]

My hands are weapons.

Just in case.

[circular saw whining]

Allow me.

Such a pretty face.

Such a shame to have to
destroy it.

Stop!

What the hell are you?

I am the bringer of pain.

Release the young adults or
die.

Let's be reasonable here.

Free them or be destroyed in a
tornado of rage.

Negotiation is my business.

I don't negotiate with
terrorists.

[screams]

Hold it.

As I was saying,

I don't negotiate with
terrorists.

I annihilate them.

Surely, we can come to some
sort of agreement.

I have no quarrel with you.

What did I just say?

I just said I don't negotiate
with terrorists.

Shit.

Looks like I win this round of
negotiations.

Don't negotiate with
terrorists.

[muffled screams]

[yelps]

[circular saw whines]

[screaming]

Vengeance.

[gasping]

Is someone gonna tell me what
the fuck is going on?

Amy, I wish I knew where to
start.

We're on a quest for
vengeance.

I said that already.

Thank you.

Thank you.

For it was the adventures of
Homo Dynamous

that made a warrior out of me.

Dude, you're weird.

Perhaps. But

[empty gun clicking]

[roaring]

What are you doing?

You get out of here, okay?

I can't go.

What?

Not now. Not after everything,
okay?

Travis, we're barely getting
out of here alive.

Let's go!

And what happens tomorrow?

He'll just keep coming after
us, Amy.

We'll move to Omaha. Come on!

I'm staying here.

Travis, no!

Travis, no!

Travis, no!

[whispering] Okay.

So, what's the big plan?

I don't know.

What?

I got caught up in the moment.

What the fuck were you
thinking?

Shh!

Shh!

Okay, okay, go, go.

Okay, okay, go, go.

Freeze!

You just couldn't keep your
mouths shut, could you?

Why should we?

Here's one reason.

Don't worry about her.

A bullet will take her pain
away soon enough.

Shame on you, Mr. Warner.

I showed you mercy,

and this is how you repay me?

You cause all this bloody
mayhem

over a little comic book?

It's funny,

I was gonna say the same thing
to you.

Then let those be your last
words.

[shot blasts]

Time to shut you up for good.

[choking and gasping]

[screams]

Time to shut you up, douche!

Time to shut you up, douche!

Time to shut you up, douche!

[whispering] Hey... Hey.

Are you okay?

What a dick.

You'll live.

You'll live.

Come on, you little pain in
the ass.

Hey, let's go.

Hey, let's go.

Hey, let's go.

That's vandalism, you know.

Eat a bag of dicks!

Oh.

That's the spirit.

Hey, man.

How's it going?

Yeah, good. How are you?

Oh, good.

How's Meat Tornado?

Uh, we broke up.

Oh. What happened?

Shitty management.

Okay.

It's all good, man.

Suzie and I, we started a new
band.

Ah, cool.

What are you guys called?

Right on.

Hey, let me know if you need
cover art, okay?

Oh, yeah?

Drawing again?

Killer, man.

Never say die, Wayne.

Never say die.

Catch ya around.

Take care, man.

Viva la Frankencunt!

[laughing]

[laughing]

Hey.

How's it going?

Fine. I could use a hand,
though.

Did you actually just say
that?

Should I even ask?

That is Art Class 12th Grade.

I called it "Triumph of the
Wang."

It's catchy.

Squeeze its right nut.

[recording blares] Sieg heil!

Oh, that's super helpful,
thank you.

Yeah, no sweat.

Open it.

Open it.

That's really sweet.

Yeah.

I'm proud of you.

Oh, that's it.

I thought this would deserve
at least a blowjob.

At least.

[scoffs] Get lost.

What a gyp.

Maybe later.

If you help me unpack some of
this crap.

[scoffing] All these rules...

Blumpkin, starts Friday.

This is KMHW breaking news.

A rather stunning proposal

is garnering support in New
York City,

where world leaders are
meeting to discuss

Tell me that's a joke.

a law that is raising eyebrows

"Dear Members of the World
Community,

if you can't take a joke, fuck
off."

That'll set 'em straight.

It's a dirty job, but
someone's got to do it.

Speaking of dirty jobs...

Oh, yeah.

[giggling]

civil libertarians, on the
other hand,

called any such restriction
appalling and Draconian,

but at this meeting, they
seemed to be outnumbered.

Don't even think about it.

As world leaders gathered
today in New York City,

many pledged support for the
Canadian delegate's call

for restrictions on freedom of
speech.

We must stand united as a
community

and let the art world know
that freedom of speech

is not freedom to say whatever
you want.

[voice echoes hollowly]

[♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ]

[♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ]

♪ There's a war going on
outside ♪

♪ Be careful when you choose
your side ♪

♪ 'Cause nobody's ever gonna
hear your cries, oh, no ♪

♪ Hanging on to the human race
♪

♪ And losing souls in outer
space ♪

♪ And searching for the secret
place, oh, no ♪

♪ So say, so say we all ♪

♪ Are we gonna gonna rise and
fall ♪

♪ So say, so say we all ♪

♪ Are we gonna gonna rise and
fall ♪

♪ Whoa... ♪

[♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ]

♪ Haunted by the memories ♪

♪ And looking for securities ♪

♪ Inviting all your enemies,
oh, no ♪

♪ No, no, no! ♪

♪ When your back's against the
wall ♪

♪ You gotta stand stand up
tall ♪

♪ You're in the battle time to
rise and fall, oh, no ♪

♪ So say, so say we all ♪

♪ Are we gonna gonna rise and
fall ♪

♪ So say, so say we all ♪

♪ Are we gonna gonna rise and
fall ♪

[♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ]

[♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ]

♪ So say, so say we all ♪

♪ Are we gonna gonna rise and
fall ♪

♪ So say, so say we all... ♪