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(suspenseful music)

- Fuck Adam!

God fucking damn it!

What the fuck was wrong?

Why didn't you fucking do it?

- Because she saw me, I told you.

- We have to go home, we have to go fucking home.

- No, we can't.

- (stammers) We'll get Sam, he'll know what to do-

- Quentin, we're not going home.

- Why not?

- Because Sam will be fucking pissed.

And you and I, we'll be in deep shit.

- Well, what do we fucking do now?

Where do we fucking put it?

Who was she? What if she has family?

What if they're worried about her?

What if,

what if they- - Quentin!

Calm the fuck down.

(Quentin panting)

(siren blaring)

- Oh shit!

Fucking God damn. (siren blaring)

- All right, okay, all right.

- Oh shit!

- Let me handle this.

- God fucking damn it. (panting)

- Look at me.

(punch thuds)

(footsteps tapping)

(gasps) Is there a problem officer?

- Yeah, you were driving a little erratically back there.

- (gasps) Was I?

- Jesus, is he all right?

- Oh, yes, he gets nose bleeds from time to time.

He's got hemosiasis, it's a bleeding in the lungs,

it comes out of his nose and his mouth, that right honey?

- Right.

- We were trying to get to the doctor

and I'm sure because of all the blood

it was just so scary I,

I'm sure I wasn't focused on my driving.

- Okay, well, just be more careful next time

and make sure you get him to a doctor.

- Will do officer.

(laughs) What?

(police car door slams)

(police car engine starts)

What?

- Nothing.

- I hate when you get like this.

Can I tell you a secret?

- What, are you gay?

- I used to live out in the country near a farm.

- Okay.

- Know what kind of animals live on a farm?

Pigs, you know what pigs eat?

- Garbage?

- Everything, pigs eat everything.

- You have a pig farm?

- No, I don't have a pig farm, I borrow one.

- What do you borrow a pig farm for

when we have all that stuff at home?

- Because sometimes, Quentin,

I like to take care of personal matters on my own.

- This was a personal matter?

- Well, yes it got out of control, didn't it?

Look,

thank you for helping me.

- What are friends for?

(car engine starts)

(coughs)

(wind whooshing)

- Ah, that's a disgusting habit.

- So is killing people.

- I always kind of thought of it as more of a hobby

than a habit.

- I better call Emily,

she's probably wondering where I am.

- That's a good idea, what are you gonna tell her?

Feeding pigs, details later?

What do you tell her about your wedding ring?

- I tell her it's my mother's.

- That's not creepy at all.

- What's your problem with her?

- I don't have a problem with her.

She's nice, she's fine, it's you.

- What about me?

- You see anyone at the house with a girlfriend?

- No, but I assume that's because they're all psychopaths.

- No, I mean, yeah,

but no, Quentin, doing what we do,

a girlfriend is a distraction and you're being selfish.

You don't even care about her.

- That's not true.

I do care about her, I do.

- I've been there Quentin, it's not gonna work.

- I know.

- You know.

- She won't know it's not working.

I'll be anything she wants me to be.

To her, everything will be fine.

Doesn't matter to me.

- Do you love her?

- No, but she wouldn't know.

She wouldn't be able to tell and she'd be happy

and I would be with someone.

- (sighs) Quentin, you don't have to do that stuff

that's some sick shit.

- I know.

- You have me, you have everyone at the house.

We support each other, that's what we're there for.

And that Emily is, she's a bitch.

- You said she was sweet.

- I was being polite, she's an awful whore and she hates me.

- Really?

- She doesn't say anything to me, she avoids me.

- She said you frightened her.

- I'm a nice guy.

- Yeah well, we'll see how it goes.

- You gonna give me a hand with this?

- Just a second.

- What are you doing? - I'll just be a second.

I gotta talk with her.

- Wait, Quentin, Quentin.

(phone keys tapping)

Quentin, wait a minute.

(breeze whooshing)

(cellphone ringing)

Okay, all right listen, I need you to listen to me please.

- You.

- I need you to listen to me, Quentin, just listen please.

Wait, wait, Quentin!

You got to stop pretending you're normal Quentin.

Stop pretending you can have normal things,

that you could do normal things, you can't.

- (sobbing) You're sick, Adam, you're a monster.

- Don't call me that.

- But you are, that's all you ever were.

- What the fuck were you doing getting a girlfriend Quentin?

What would your wife say, your wife?

Your dead fucking wife?

What happened to her Quentin? What happened?

You never say anything about her

and there's nothing worse like your-

(body slams)

- I didn't fucking kill her!

- Get off me, get off me.

- I didn't.

- What are you gonna do when you get home

and I'm not with you?

Get off me.

- I didn't mean to, I didn't know it would do this to me.

- Quentin, you can't kill me.

Do you know what they do to killers?

They kill killers.

- They kill them?

- Nobody knows, a black van comes, you're never seen again.

Get off me.

(Adam groans)

(Adam coughs)

Quentin, Quentin!

(car door opens)

(cubbyhole clicks)

Quentin where are you going?

(car door closes) - I'm going home.

- Quentin, get back here.

- Get away from me Adam.

(needle slashes)

(Quentin shrieks)

- Okay, all right, shh.

- Did you just drug me?

- You weren't being cooperative Quentin.

- So you, you drug me?

- I got you, I got you, shh.

(melancholy music)

You stay here while I finish up, okay?

Don't worry about the drug,

it'll wear off by the time we get home.

I'm glad, Quentin, to have a friend like you.

(panting) I'll be right back.

(eerie music)

(car door slams shut)

(slow dramatic music)