[ CW ] At least three characters . Dialogue only .

Warning: Lots of profanity. 
 
 `` Is he dead?'' 
 
 `` Looks pretty damn dead to me, Frank. Hector?'' 
 
 `` He's dead.'' 
 
 `` You sure?'' 
 
 `` See that gurgling chunk in there with the white bits?'' 
 
 `` Yeah?'' 
 
 `` That's his heart. You guys thinkin' a guy be gettin' up and dancin' any jigs with a heart what looks like that? No? Did n't think so. You shot him point blank in the chest with a shotgun. Trust me, fellas, he's fuckin' dead.'' 
 
 `` Shit.'' 
 
 `` Yeah.'' 
 
 `` We're dead when Tony's boys find out.'' 
 
 `` Well they'd better not fuckin' find out then, hey? C'mon, grab his legs. Frank, grab that tarp over there.'' 
 
 `` Oh HELL no. Do n't yous drag me into this shit. I was n't tha dumb shit what fucked his gurl and fuckin' shot him fulla buck shot when he found out. I want no part of this.'' 
 
 `` Frank, be reasonable! Everyone knows we threes roll together. Joey and I get caught dumpin' this stiff you suppose theys a gon na think you was innocent? Fuck no, theys a gon na think you shot the fucker and conned me an Joey into dumpin' him for ya!'' 
 
 `` Fuck. Shit. Goddammit Hector, I fuckin hate it when you're right. Arright, arright, fine, but next time I fuckin' stiff a guy both a yall dumb asses is helpen me dump the dipshit. Think I got just the fuckin dipshit in mind, too. Roll him up and shove him in the trunk. I'll drive. Joey, keep a lookout.'' 
 
 `` What the hell am I supposed ta be on the lookout for?'' 
 
 `` Anyone what might catch us with a GODDAMNED CORPSE IN OUR HANDS! For fuck's sake, Joey, you take your stupid pills this mornin or somethin? No, you know what? Fuck it. Hector, you be the lookout. Save us both from shit for brains over here.'' 
 
 `` Alright, you're clear, make for the car.'' 
 
 `` Unf. Fucker's heavy. The hell were they feedin' this fella? Straight lard? Ungh. Hooo. Fuck. It wo n't shut. Go grab me that shovel from inside. Hector, we still clear?'' 
 
 `` Yeah, yeah. Hang on, I think someone's coming! Walkin all slow like, though. Hurry yo asses up, maybe we wo n't have to stuff two stiffs in there, hey?'' 
 
 `` Joey, you hop your ass back here with that goddamned shovel!'' 
 
 `` Here it is Frank'' 
 
 `` Hah! Take that, you dirty fuckin fatass bastard! There. Fuckin shut now. Goddamn, that's almost fuckin therapeutic! Alright, fellas, get in, we got ta get a move on. Hector, that slow fucker see us?'' 
 
 `` Naw, mighta heard ya though, the way you went to town on him. In fact, I'm thinkin he heard ya for sure, seein as he turned right the fuck around went the other way.'' 
 
 `` Shit. Well he's gone anyway. Lets skedaddle before the fuckin cops show up. Anyone followin us?'' 
 
 `` Naw, coast is clear.'' 
 
 `` Good.'' 
 
 `` Hey Frank, where we taking fatass, anyway?'' 
 
 `` That is a very good question. The butcher?'' 
 
 `` Naw, we dumped a hot one on him last time, almost sent him to the pen. He still ai n't forgave us yet. Old man Johnson?'' 
 
 `` He ai n't got the pigs no more.'' 
 
 `` What?'' 
 
 `` It's true! I seenit. Drove by his farm the other day. No pigs.'' 
 
 `` What the hell'd he go and get rid of his pigs for?'' 
 
 `` I dunno, but if the pigs ai n't there they ca n't be eatin no bodies.'' 
 
 `` Shit, you're right. Guess we do this the classic way and dump him in the bay. Joey, you still got those cinder blocks at your place?'' 
 
 `` Yeah, I think so.'' 
 
 `` Alright, Frank, swing by there and we'll snag some of those and some rope.'' 
 
 `` What for?'' 
 
 `` We got ta explain everything to you? To weigh the fat fuck down so he do n't go floatin back to shore ten minutes after we dump him, that's what the hell for!'' 
 
 `` Oh. That makes sense.'' 
 
 `` You're damn right it makes sense.... we're here. Now go grab those things like I told you.'' 
 
 `` Yeah yeah, I'm goin.'' 
 
 `` Shit, Frank, some times I wonder how many times his momma done dropped him on his head and then whacked it with a frying pan for good measure.'' 
 
 `` He gets on my nerves too, sometimes, but he's good people. Well, good as our type gets, anyway.'' 
 
 `` Yeah.'' 
 
 `` I'm back with the stuff.'' 
 
 `` Alright, let's go.'' 
 
 `` The hell? Is that what I think it is?'' 
 
 `` If you're thinkin it's fuckin traffick then I reckon it is.'' 
 
 `` Fuckin SHIT! What kinda fuckin city has a fuckin traffic jam at 3 AM!? Hell. Keep cool fellas, and make like we do n't got a fuckin corpse stinkin up the back seats.'' 
 
 `` The hell are these fuckers gawkin at? Is that a fuckin fire? Shit. It is. And that's fatass's place. Fuckin hell, Tony's gon na be lookin for him now. We got ta ditch this fucker fast.'' 
 
 `` He's got a boat in the Marina, they might be lookin for him round there. Go to south side docks. They wo n't check there even if they is lookin.'' 
 
 `` Yeah yeah. Here we are. Alright, let's drag him out to the end. Get him as deep as we can. Hector, you're on lookout again.'' 
 
 `` You're clear. Go.'' 
 
 `` Holy fuck these planks are sketchy. I swear to fuckin god, if we fall through I'm gon na drown your ass just for fuckin stress relief. There. That's the end of it. Let's get the fuck outta here.'' 

