Character Demo Reel
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Put one of them chairs over here and have a seat. I snorted in disbelief and started gathering my tools. Actually, sit around and visit with this ******* guy. **** no, I said, yeah, I don't think so. Old man, I'm gonna leave now. You'll do it by the cops compounding on your door with a warrant. Mr Reiner corrected me. He sounded like he was smiling, stealing medications from the mentally disabled. That's pretty low bud. You'll be lucky if you don't take a tumble down some stairs when they haul you in for booking? I snapped. Yeah, except I didn't do that. They won't find your pills because I don't ******* have them. Mr Reinert chuckled at my panic and said, ah, we already talked about that son. I know you don't got those pills because it was me. What took him? You do what I tell you to do and I'll put them back. I couldn't believe my ears. I sputtered, and if I just walk out of here, you'll still put them back. I didn't do anything wrong here and I, it don't matter, He interjected. You got a history bud. I know you do. They'll get a search warrant and they'll find enough pills in your house to put your way for a decade. He fished a leather cigar case out of an inner pocket, lighted one of his monogram cigars and set it in the ashtray to smaller. He moved his chin at the case please. I shook my head. Thanks off, quit. He nodded shrugged. Then he put the cigar in his mouth and leaned back in his chair with his hands clasped together behind his head. He blew smoke straight upwards and watched it spiral towards the distant ceiling. Dracula's doom was one of the earliest attempts to bring stoker's infamous count to the silver screen. It even predates F. W. Murnau's nosferatu by a year or two. Tell me sir, are you familiar with the filmography of victor lipinski again? I shook my head. A Russian fellow whose name is at times distorted, Some accounts referred to him as Levitsky. Others Levitsky. He cranked out a dozen or so obscure silent films back in the 10s and 20s. Most of his work is now considered lost. I think they took the cash and split. God, he asked. No way. I doubt the guy at the first payment to begin with. What's he loaning the gamblers for anyway. What do you think they're gonna do? Open up their own casino? I told him that he goes, Sammy. The guy's a jew. He knows what he's doing. Yeah, he knew what he was doing. Alright. God, he said, you know who else was a jew? You remember Schwartz? A guy owned that pet shop in Jersey City? No, never heard of him. We'll get this. Eyeball owns the guy 10 grand to start some trained parrot business. Meanwhile, you know what happened? The guy gets locked up for ******* pigeons that's rich like no one's gonna be able to tell the difference between a parrot and the pigeon. No, no, you you don't get it. I mean literally ******* pigeons. Some guy shows up looking for bird food and there's Schwartz in the back for the pigeon hand to God, get out of here. How do you fund a pigeon got me in the asce, I guess, just goes to show God he dragged on his cigarette. Hold on. What were we talking about? You're nothing. Nothing but a ******** talking snake tip of the ******* iceberg. My good man. You have no idea. No idea what Tara will do to get high. Your girls are dope fiends dream. And it wouldn't be the same day. Get high without her. And let me add that Tara is expecting me expecting to have my kids expecting me to be with her. Always. Oh, we'll be together when the ship blows over, man. We'll be together. Where is she? I know you were here two days ago and carried her out of here. You want me to get the police to talk to you? I told you I haven't seen her. If she does get high, It's because of you. You know that's right. She told me she said you got her high on. Oxy her very first time. So she didn't have to miss a soccer tournament. And then she got the itch. She's been getting her freak on ever since. Well, played, my good man. Well played Delia inquired of the proprietor whether he'd seen anyone interesting. She saw the man of superior bulk and rude countenance. A man who smelled of alkaline and the blood caked on his boots. The proprietor pointed directly overhead, and confessed he had rented a cell to precisely such an enormous brute, positively frightening, positively feculent. Did this gentleman, perchance? Where the mask and garb of Joad? The inimical dread, God of toads and 1000 slithering beasts, as you say, lass! I am infinitely more experienced than these rosy cheeks suggest, she said. Your bearings that of a soldier, a footman from the minor taro, many days. Loafing, and a few hawks hits bear ago. Yeah, grace me with a soldier's appraisal. What did you make of your squatty guest? You see a warrior? Would he strike fear in your heart on a field of battle, perhaps, ma'am, as a backstabbing scout? He's awful light footed for a man of his bulk. Come to think of it! He trod softly as a slow zone shadow. Thank you. Innkeeper sleep well, and dream of red! Dream of butchery in the name of your old king! She smiled. Oh, and my apologies for the once and future mess, sir, or, ma'am, if you prefer. Makes no difference to us. ****** County Tenpin prides itself on inclusion. And well, what can I do for you? Bob turned to lay eyes on a man, and a slightly more official looking bowling shirt than the other employees. Official looking bowling shirts, bob, regarded him with righteous disdain. You must be riding into shoes bob said, Well, I'm here to tell you that your patriarchal bowling alley contains no more than zero balls with holes big enough to fit my particular fingers. And this has left me feeling marginalized and venerated because I was born this way with big fingers and big toes for that matter. And I found your establishment to be un accommodating to my special neediness, bob crossed his arms and waited for a response. Rodney to shoes, just kind of stood there studying him mentally, handicapped. Is what you are. The girl behind the counter said. Now, now Rodney admonished her. That is politically incorrect. He's handy, capable, he said this last minute with a subtle hand gesture of correction. That's right bob said, I'm both handy and capable. As long as I've got big enough holes, this heat is unbearable. The fever is much worse. Nothing breaks. It haven't slept in days, insane nightmares. I'm a sweat pool. I don't remember anything. It feels like there are people in here. They whisper to each other in hushed voices. My heart's racing. I am terrified. I'm helpless. They scream at me. Then each other violent threats, laughter snickering. They sound like they sound like me. I am screaming or is it them wisely tells me to stop screaming. It's annoying the neighbors. Mhm. Got them laffy taffy assholes. It's annoying her too. She says there aren't any neighbors. The appointment is empty *******. I don't believe her.