Red Devil

Do you believe that you can ever quit Red Devil?

You can't quit this shit, it's impossible.

And even if you could, why the fuck would you even want to?

So, you don't want to quit?

What about for the sake of your two children?

Once you've tasted the devil's cum,

everything else is dull and numb.

Relax, Theo, it's all just an urban legend.

You know who we are, and you know who we want.

The Red Devil and the money, you sons of bitches.

Quick as you can.

He's got it.

Danny, Danny, can you swing around?

What?

No, no, no, no, Danny, Danny, no!

Don't you get it, darling?

There's no more Red.

It's gone, as quickly as it came.

And quite frankly, I'm glad it's gone.

It's the devil's potion.

You're making me so fucking wet right now.

They hit us last week, cleaned us out.

And they killed little Franko.

Fucking hell, man, who?

You try anything funny,

and I assure you, I will kill you both.

What do you mean, who?

Ella and fucking Oscar.

Ella and Oscar are urban legends.

They're created by the media

to strike fear into the underworld

and get the fucking Red off the street.

Darling, fuck me.

I'll tell you one thing now, right?

There is no such thing as a married couple

running around killing fucking drug dealers.

Fucking ridiculous!

These motherfuckers, baby, kill them good.

Oh, baby, if you insist.

Yeah!

No, no!

Theo?

Theo!

How you doing today?

Good to see ya.

You're looking good.

Looking good.

Excuse me, sir, can you spare some change?

I'm so sorry, man.

Just, I have my own habits to support, you know?

Next time, eh?

God bless you.

Dear God, it's just us, Oscar, Ella, and bump.

Hope all's well on your end.

I can feel the task you've given us

is close to being complete,

and I want to thank you for believing

that we were worthy enough for such a task.

Please forgive Ella for doubting the vision,

and for doubting her husband.

And please look out for my brother William,

wherever he may be, and rid him of this evil addiction.

I've done a lot for you.

I've taken a lot of lives,

and I've eradicated Red Devil from Covet County.

Some might say you owe me that much.

Anyway, must dash, have your work to do.

All the best, amen.

Amen.

Baby, let's go kill some sinners.

I fuck love you, baby.

I fucking love you, angel.

Please sir,

please, I'd do anything just crumb of that Red.

I just need crumb of Red.

Please, sir, please!

Fuck, you can take it all, look.

Yeah, everything I've got, man, please, just one pull!

No, fuck off.

Please, I just need one hit, man, I beg you!

No, there's a drought on.

Give me the fucking Red, man.

Give it to me, give it to me, or you're a fucking dead man.

I'll fucking blow you away!

Take it!

Brother, brother.

Gimme a pull, gimme a pull. You, get the fuck out!

Get away from me! Just give me a dab.

- Get the fuck away! - Give me dab.

Please give me a dab, please give me a dab!

Will you give me a fucking a dab?

I only want a dab!

There he is.

The man,

the myth,

the legend,

Gabriel.

My friend.

Who's tall, thick, faithful, and fearless?

You guessed it, me.

I see you put my gift to good use.

I could never shoot anyone.

But I don't half feel dangerous

when I smoke bud out of the barrel.

I'm like John Wayne or Jesse James.

Please tell me you keep the piece loaded, at least.

Uh...

Oh, Hugo, I've told you before,

you can never be too careful in your line of work.

That's why I bought you the gun.

Covet County is a dangerous place.

But worry not, my friend,

the Beast will keep you safe.

The Beast will keep us all safe.

You have got to try this.

Now, it's a...

It's a mashup

of Green Dream, Ice Cream Haze, and Triple Dipper,

and I call it Triple Cream Dream.

This is a thing of beauty.

It's like the sun rising

on a cold autumn morning in the Amazon.

That's what I tell 'em.

You, my friend,

will become a true master in the art of botany.

This is like the yin to the yang,

the Michelangelo of marijuana.

All right, there old man.

Morning, Riley, you wanna be plugged in?

Not today, man.

What, you is a fucking wanker then, aren't you?

Hey, listen, dude,

I know you told me not to ask you, man...

If I told you not to ask me something, don't ask me.

I just need to see if you can get hold of any Red, man.

- Get the fuck out of me pub. - Ah, sorry, man.

Now, man, now! It's not overkill.

Calm down, man.

You know I'm no flab, man.

If you're even thinking about asking me

about that Red shit, I'll tell you something now.

I going thumping, and I am blood that mouth.

I don't touch that shit, man.

Well, all right then, what would you like?

Pure euphoria, the fuck of your life,

killing spree, secret spying?

I even got a special on reverse gang bang.

Uh, man, um...

Come on, son, make up your mind.

Uh...

I've been told to...

You decide what you want yet, young man?

Or you prefer the colour for any marksman's opinion?

Man, I don't want any trouble.

This is all I fucking need.

100 VR lounge in all Covet County,

and this cunt want to set up

his residency in one of my lounge?

Didn't I tell you not to come back here again?

If I see you come back to this Velvet Lounge again,

I gonna hurt you.

This is a place of escape.

You're putting people off their fun.

What is it you want?

You want the kiddies' stuff, or something?

Of course not.

'Cause I don't care how much

you fucking weirdos are willing to pay,

I will have nothing to do with it.

Let me tell you something.

I'm not a fucking pedo.

Listen, man, you've been umming and ahing

ever since you got in here.

What exactly is it you want?

I'm looking for Ella and Oscar.

I've been told to meet them here.

No one of that name have anything to do with this lounge.

Unless you want to be plugged in, you can leave.

You're giving me a headache.

You know what, don't worry about it man, cheers.

Who the fuck told you you can come here?

A fucking priest.

He told me to come here at two o'clock.

His name?

Who?

The priest, his name.

It's Barry, but don't worry about it.

Your name, please?

Alfie.

Come with me then, please, Alfie.

Give me the fucking pipe!

Charlie, is that you?

Just gimme the fucking Red,

or I'll cave your fucking head in.

Charlie, it's Riley, it's your cousin.

I don't give a fuck who you are.

Just gimme the fucking Red now.

Please, Riley!

Just gimme a fucking hit on the pipe!

I'm your cousin!