NIghtmare Country: Episode 31

SV -"i don't give a fuck, i don't want a truck
I want a car
i want to drive drunk live from the bar
i want light it up and be the biggest star.
i wanna eat mcdonalds till i shit
i wanna pimp hoes with a bicycle kit.
i don't let them bitches suck too much from my tit.
been smokin' some donkeyshit , wanna hit?"

manager "um... that shit just ain't sick enouph"

SV "ain't sick enough?? how bout' i Slice and dice yo ass"

manager "i don't think that would be very ideal for me"

SV "of course not but if you don't cut that shit.. this
vick's gonna get sick and twisted. (slicing knife
emerges from his arm. ) and yo bitch over there
iz gonna get whipped and fisted"

manager "don't talk about my wife that way. she paid for the
studio"

SV "cut this shit, flip or i am gonna take a dip in her
puss and dip a slit yo neck with mr. slizzle
motherfucker!

manager "dude calm down... who are you"

SV "what the fuck you mean"

manager "you came in here to throw down some fresh lyrics.
i thought... i mean. i don't.... i like your stuff but who are you?
you think you can just waltz into the studio and bust some rhymes
and i am just gonna cut it.

SV "whatchu tryin' to say. I ain't got beats"

manager "i don't manage white wanna-be rappers who think
they are serial killers... You don't even look like a rapper. you look
like you play punk... old school punk"

SV "what? you discrimatin'? but your right... i ain't no rapper. i sing
country bitch! ... i'm just doing some off the cuff huff and puff for some
extra cash know what i'm sayin."

manager "ok... you need to leave"

SV "leave? ah man... don't say that... DAmn it... you saying i ain't
no good!"

manager "yeah... i'm afraid so...."

SV "fuck that shit!" (swings mike out of the way approaches manger. manager
thinks he is joking with semi-confused smile on his face) whachu smiling about.
shit i like your style... smiling cause you ready to go."

manager "go"

SV "you know what i'm talking about"

manager "haha yeah (realizes SV is not kidding when SV get closer to him) uh
honey.. call the cops.... hurry. go call now!!!!!

SV "wait hold on" (stops just before he gets to manager... he thinks for a minute and then
a smile comes to SV's face.)

manager "uh... your just"

SV "kidding? naw man... i jut realized i gotta pretty fly meat cleaver out in the car.
i just bought at wal-mart. i'll be right back" (SV turns and jets out door to his car)

manager "have you called the cops? (his wife nods her head as manager runs to his
office to get his gun) "this guy is fucking nuts... (in office looking going into drawer to get his gun....
and out bullets in it he remembers.) oh wait...shit... . (yells to his wife from office) honey!
run go lock the door. do it before he.... (loud screams from other room. manager runs into
studio room and there stands SV with a bloody meat cleaver) "where's my wife"

SV "she's dead" (his wife wakes up confused on floor) "Almost" (swings down at her
with cleaver) "there we go"


CUT TO: guy driving up to studio next to SV's CAR. Man walks up to front of
studio when suddenly shots come blasting through the front door. Man is shot once
in arm and falls to the ground. He gets out his cell phone and calls the cops as he
ducks out of the way. He goes around the back of the building. sirens are heard in
the background. Suddenly as man walks to back door the door is kicked open knocking
him to ground behind the door. As the door closes the man fades unconcious as he
sees a man walking off with meat cleaver in his hand... SV disappears around corner.
scene fades to black.

CUT TO: ZOO MILLS smoking a ciggerette as he coughs he puts it out then he takes a
takes a swig of cough syrup. He walks up to scene next to older man.

Zoo "hey dad.. what's going on"

Dad "oh hey zoo... how you feelin'?

Zoo "fucked up"

Dad "yeah.. i'm sorry... i hope you feel better but yeah.. we have a double homicide
and by the looks of it... well i don't know why? it doesn't make any sense. looks like he used
a meat cleaver or something.. i don't get it. another god damned psycho... I hate this shit.
i'd rather be dancing to zulu music... this is really not my line of work "

Zoo "yeah ok dad,,,, you've been doin' this for 30 years... very funny. "

Dad "no really. this is fucked up. real fucked. i don't like this.

Zoo "who does?"

Dad "This sicko Obviously does"

Zoo: " do you think it might be that serial killer"

Dad "your obsessed with serial killers. you watch too many movies.. maybe your the serial
killer.. i wouldn't doubt it... you and all your sick movies...

Zoo "dad... that was when i was ten or something... come one..."

Dad "exactly... desensitized too young.... way too young... i swear."

Zoo "so what do you think?"

Dad "what do i think... um... i told you i haven't clue... in fact i am gonna put you on
this shit and go home and kill myself quick...."

Zoo "what? stop joking!"

Dad "stop joking??? ... you know what.. fuck this. no one takes me seriously anymore"
(dad pulls gun from his holster and commits suicide.)

Zoo: DAD!!!!


CUT to funeral of ZOO's DAD

Preacher "he wasn't a happy man... but lets pray for him anyways... our lord in heaven...."