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hwp Dont give up.
Oh, I never do.
May l?
You work with your hands?
-Redhead. -Luther.
Your life would be a whole lot simpler if you could learn to operate a VCR.
True. Truer words were never spoken.
Whats that?
Here we go.
That is nice.
Its okay. Hes not here.
Anyway, I told him that I was sick.
So you can relax.
Ill be right back.
You like that? Do you?
Oh, yeah.
So you wanna play, huh?
You okay?
How would you like that?
-You slap-- -Dont slap me!
You little bitch!
Alan, what are you doing?
Alan!
Alan, youre hurting me!
Ill hurt you, goddamn it.
Youre hurting me!
Goddamn you!
You wanna be hurt?
Ill hurt you.
You like this?
-Let go! -Do you?
You like that?
Goddamn you!
-Son of a bitch! -Get away!
Get back here.
Get back here!
Stop it!
Stop it! Alan!
What are you doing?
Bitch. . .
. . .you wanna play? Ill show you how.
You fucking bastard!
You bastard!
You like that?
-Come back. -Dont!
Let go of me!
Bitch, you cut me, goddamn it!
Fucking asshole!
Im gonna kill you!
Help! Help!
Help!
Did you kill her?
No choice in the matter, sir.
What am I gonna do?
-Jesus, Tim. What do we do? -No choice in the matter.
What the hell was that?
Oh, shit.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
Do you realize what a shitstorm were in?
Go on, tell me.
Nothing to tell. He screamed for help.
You heard no sounds of violence till then?
Nothing we havent heard before.
-Maybe I should call the police. -Oh, Jesus. What?
Bill. . .
. . .why dont you think about that.
Just take a second. . .
. . .and think about that.
Think real. . .
. . .fucking. . .
. . .hard.
Probably not a good idea.
Heres what happened.
Poor Christy. . .
. . .came home alone and interrupted a burglary.
Sound logical?
Yeah, sure.
We have to sanitize this place.
Alan.
Did you have sex with her?
I dont know.
Bill, youre gonna have to examine her.
-Im no gynecologist. -I just made you one.
Christ!
Ill take that.
-It has both fingerprints. -Thanks for sharing.
Gloria.
Gloria.
-Did I kill her? -Everythings gonna be fine, Alan.
Dont worry about it.
-Oh, God. -Now be careful.
Just dont get blood on you.
Ill take care of everything, okay? Just like I always do.
-Oh, shit. -What?
Madames purse.
-Miss Russell, let me get him. -Thank you.
-I got him. -All right.
Nice and easy, sir.
Oh, my God!
No knife!
-What? -Wheres the knife?
In the bedroom.
-Come on. -Get up there!
Shit!
Shit!
Go!
Excuse me.
I got the number.
Gee, guys, maybe it was the bogeyman.
Check under the bed. You may have buried us!
I got his license number.
You think hell sit around waiting for us?
Look, take it easy.
