Let Me Make You a Martyr

June, wake the fuck up.

What the fuck is goin' on?

What don't you two gentlefucks

tell me what it is I can do for ya

at 7 A.M. on a fuckin' Tuesday.

Listen, cut the shit.

You know why we're here.

See originally,

the plan was just to take your friend.

The dead one over there with us.

Looks like you're gonna have to take his place.

It's time to pay up.

- Alright, here's how it's gonna go.

Either one of you raise those my way,

and you're both gonna be a couple of fuckin'

Jackson pollocks on the wall behind you!

- Look, you would'a shot me if you were man enough

when I walked through the fuckin' door.

You killed your best friend.

Your boss is done.

Your income is gone.

And so is your white pony ride.

- Let's face it, you're a fiend, kid.

I know your family.

They're gonna drop you quicker

than you dropped that little slut

you've been whorin' around town with.

I'll have you know

that about two hours ago I had my dick buried

so deep inside that slut's ass.

The one you're referring to, I assume.

My girlfriend.

And as for this fuck, he did it to himself.

God knows why.

- Let's just just get this shit over with.

You know you're dead already.

- But if this is how it's gonna go,

then roll the curtains.

You can't fight fate.

I'll tell ya, if god's in this room,

he's one sick fuck.

Name, date of birth.

Nothin' to say for yourself?

That's alright.

No one leaves here without full disclosure.

Take him to six.

Let's see.

Glass, glass.

Drew, is it?

Of course it is.

- What is this, am I being charged?

- We'll get to that when we get there.

Now, you are, in fact, Mr. glass, I presume?

Yeah.

See, how hard was that?

And you are Mr. glass of September, 1984.

Yeah.

Born to Veronica black.

Deceased, December of 1985. Correct?

Father unknown.

Assumed and adopted by one

Lawrence Fitzgerald glass.

What is this about?

We'll get to that, I promise.

Just answer

as I ask.

However trivial or menial it may sound.

So?

So.

Am I being charged?

- Oh, well, let me explain to you

what it is exactly that I do.

I'm a glorified buffer of sorts.

A bag man in my previous life.

The reason I do what I do,

and the man in charge chose me,

is because I have the impeccable ability to remain

non-partisan and unwavering,

while retaining

the relevant amount of empathy

it takes to sit across this table.

Now, we're gonna cover a lot of ground

in a short period of time.

So, we will start small and simple

and follow all the splinters as they surface.

So, I need you to tell me how you got here.

What happened?

I'm not exactly sure.

Too much too soon, huh?

Okay, what about the previous day?

Where did that begin?

A blow job?

A cup of coffee?

Suduko?

It doesn't have to be significant or profound,

we're just tryin' to find a beginning.

Nine times out of 10, these things start with a car ride.

Or a woman.

It started with both.

Proceed.

Tell me about the girl.

- What the hell is goin' on, man?

Why you takin' a fuckin' attitude with me?

Don't forget I took my night off

to drive the fuck out here to bum fuck nowhere.

- Would you give it a fuckin' break?

You know I don't wanna be doin' this shit either?

- Thought you was gonna talk to him first.

- I thought about it, what's the point?

What did Larry say?

- I'd say we're doin' him a favor.

And now that we're out here,

I just think it's better this way.

You thought things were fucked up before,

shit's only gotten worse.

- You ain't gotta church it up for me, man.

You waste drew, and your debt with lg is done.

- How the fuck you plan on doin' this?

We pull off in that fuckin' reservoir.

Do you even have a piece?

Under the seat.

Jesus.

And you just decided to tell me this?

- Well, don't waste time bein' all sentimental.

Just watch your fuckin' mouth.

come here you son of a bitch.

It's been too long.

Six years.

Way too long.

How do I look?

Grown.

So, how was your flight?

Not too bad.

A little tight.

Only motherfucker I knew

who charters a fuckin' prop plane.

Hey, let me get a hit off that bottle.

Hey, hold your shit.

Where's your manners at.

You want a Christmas, Drewby?

Nah, I'm good, man.

I gave it up.

Gave it all up.

You serious?

Had too, man.

The shit was killin' me.

- You tellin' me with the genes you got

that don't add up, man.

You're tellin' me you quit shootin' dope

and you can't even have a drink with your friends?

I'm proud of you, man.

I'm serious.

I know how hard it is to quit that shit.

It's fuckin' brutal.

- Especially with that shit LG's puttin' out on the streets.

It's got the whole damn town hooked.

Hope you weren't expectin' to come back

and find things cleaned up, man.

They oughta blow this motherfucker off the map.

I'm not expecting much.

Been gone too long to have any expectations.

I seen Junebug around town.

She been around.

How is she?

- She sure as hell ain't clean and sober like you are,

I can tell you that.

But she don't go far.

Larry's got her hooked so she don't wander.

- I didn't want you to hear like this, but,

it's not so good.

Wow.

If I knew what would happen when I left.

Hondo!

Hondo, wake the fuck up, man!

- you got a lotta nerve, little birdie,

comin' out here orderin' me around.

You're more liable to catch buckshot out here

than any kind of help.

I can tell you fiendin'.

You must be, comin' all the way out here

raisin' hell among us common folk.

What the fuck you thinkin'?

I know that Jew daddy of yours

taught you some kind of manners.

I know that dreidel spinner taught you that much.

- Can't we just fuckin' talk inside?

We can talk right here.

These my people's, and you're fuckin' up their shit.

They're all tryin' to get their fix too.

And they here day in and day out.

Why I drop my shit and cater to you?

Hondo, fuckin' please, man.

Just please let me fucking

see little birdie,