G.: I want you to picture a bullet inside your head right now. Can you do that for me?
Gunman: Fuck you. Anyway, that's ambiguous.
G.: Ambiguous. No, no, I don't think so.
H.: No, I think what he means is that when you say "Picture it inside your head" okay is that that a bullet will be inside your head. Or picture it in your head.
G.: H. will you shut up.
H.: Well he's got a point.
Gunman: Look, I don't know anything about a girl, seriously. I was bluffing.
[H. begins unloading his revolver]
H.: Oh okay, you know what? I think you are bluffing right now.
G.: H. what are you doing?
[sticks one bullet in the cylinder and spins it.]
H.: Well what I am doing for the guy who likes tobluff, is I am playing a little game called "Am I bluffing?" Where is she? Where the fuck is Harmony?
G.: H.,
[H. spins the cylinder again and closes it]
H.: You want to play hard ball, I can do that. Where...is...the girl!
[The gun unexpectedly fires into the gunman's head.] |