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Saturday, 27 March 2004 04:06:30
George, don't make no bull moves. What have you done with him. Oh, Mamma, Mamma, Mamma! Oh, stop it! Stop it!...Oh, Oh, Oh, Sure, sure, Mamma, etc. ("Schultz" at this time was irrational, suffering with a fever of about 106 degrees, with a gunshot wound. Sergeant Luke Conlon, Detectives from Newark Police Headquarters and from the Prosecutor's Office were at his bedside. One of the officers had a newspaper) "Schultz" noticed the newspaper and said: has it been in any other newspapers? (Then, relapsing into irrationality) Now listen Phil, fun is fun. Aha... Please! Papa! What happened to the 16? Oh, oh...he done it? Please...please...John, please. Oh, did you buy the hotel; you promised a million...sure. Get out! I wish I knew. Please make it quick; fast and furious; please... fast and furious. Please help me get out; I'm getting my wind back, thank God! Please, please; Oh, please. You will have to, please...tell him, "You got no case." You get ahead with the dot and dash system. Didn't I speak that time last night. Whose number is that in your pocketbook, Phil? 13780. Who was it? Oh!...Please, please...Reserve decision, police, police; Henny and Frankie...Oh, Oh, dog Biscuit, and when he is happy he doesn't get snappy...Please, please do this! Henny, Henny, Frankie! You didn't meet him; you didn't even meet me; the glove will fit what I say...Oh, kayiyi, kayiyi! Sure, who cares? When are you through! How do you know this? Well, then...Oh, Cocoa; no... thinks he is a grandpa again and he is jumping around. No, Hoboe and Poboe I think I mean the same thing. Question by Sergeant Conlon: Who shot you? Answer: The bos himself. Q: xxx He did? A: Yes: I don't know Q: What did he shoot you for? A: I showed him boss; did you hear him meet me? An appointment; appeal stuck. All right mother. Q: Was it the boss shot you? A: Who shot me? No one. Q: Was it bow-legs? A: Yes, he might have shot me; it wasn't Robeck(?) or the other guy; I will see him; I never forget and if I do I will be very careful. Q: Was it bow-legs who shot you? A: I don't know who shot me, honest to God! Suppose you help me up now, like a swell fellow. Q: We will help you. A: Will you get me up? O.K., I won't be such a creep. Oh, mamma, I can't go through with it, please. Oh, and then he clips me; come on, xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxcut that out, we don't owe a nickel; fold it! Instead, fold it against him; I am a pretty good pretzeler...Winifred...Dept. of Justice; I even got it from the Department, sir. Please, stop it; say listen, the... last night. Sergt. Conlon: Now, don't holler. A: I don't want to holler. Q: What did they shoot you for? A: I don't know, sir; honestly I don't. I don't even know who was with me; honestly. I went to the toilet and when I reached the...the boy came at me. Q: The big fellow gave it to you? A: Yes, he gave it to me. Q: Do you know who the big fellow was? A: No. Schultz: See, George, if we wanted to break the ring. No... please, I get a month. They did it. Come on, cut me off and says you are not to be the in the beneficiary of this will. I will be checked and double-checked and please pull for me. (One of the detectives) We will pull for you. Schultz: Will you pull? Will you pull? These native children make this and sell you the joint. How many good ones and how many bad ones! Please! I had nothing with him; he was a cowboy in one of the...seven days a week fight. No business, no hangout; no friends, nothing; just what you pick up and what you need. Sergeant Conlon: Who was it shot you? Schultz: I don't know. No, don't put anyone near this check; the check. You might have; oh, please. Please do it for me. Let me get up, sir, heh? This is Connie's, isn't it? Uh heh. In the olden days they waited and they waited. Please give me a shot. Please. Oh...Oh...it is from the factory. O.K. Sure, that is bad...well, Oh, go ahead; that happens for crying; I don't want harmony; I want harmony. Oh, mamma, mamma. Who give it to him? Who give it
Saturday, 27 March 2004 15:42:28
I've only been here a couple of days...I'll probably just lurk for a while (altho I believe that the authors of fan fic always deserve feedback in order to thank them for their hard work). I want to know EVERYTHING that is happening with the movie 'Serenity', I am so excited about this movie! And I am starting to ship Jayne/River...which kind of freaks me out a bit (but then, I'm sure it would freak them out a bit too!). Never give up! Never give in!
Saturday, 27 March 2004 17:29:05
holy crap where have I been? okay - for anyone who cares - I am still working on the fan film, but first I am in pre-production on a horror-thriller called "Asylum Alcatraz" whic is going to be shot entirely on the former prison. Should be cool. Or very very "B" - we'll see... After that, unless I am somehow whisked away to write for "Wonderfalls" I will be back at work on Firely:Orpheus See you round the bend
Saturday, 27 March 2004 21:58:15
Okay, it may be soon or in a couple of weeks, but I'm going to desperately need a beta. Next part of Death By Any Other Name features Zoe alot, and well, I'm finding that I suck at writing her in my opinion. Her dialogue never seems as slangy for the most part as Mal's, but she's not as cultured as Inara or Simon. Also, I know she's pretty respectful towards Mal, but I think in some situations she'd use his first name (and i can never remember to pay more attention during the episodes to tell for certain.). Anyway, if anyone out there feels they have a handle on Zoe and wouldn't mind reading over a draft, let me know. It'll be a plus if you've enjoyed what I've posted so far of the story, but any help will be appreciated.