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hwp Exterminator.
Mm-hmm.
You want I should spit right in your face?
You want, hmm?
You want? You want?
I ran out.
You ran out?
Oh, thats nice.
You ran out.
Its impossible you run out.!
Whatd you do, eat the stuff?.
The Chink shortchanged me.
No "glot." Come "Fliday."
Its funny.
Its actual very funny what you just said.
Ran out.
They can either paint it, or draw it, or write
it down and then pass it on to somebody.
They read what youre saying,
and then they reexperience.
Thats the only connection
you have with that, man.
So you cant rewrite...
cause to rewrite is to deceive and lie...
and you betray your own thoughts.
To rethink the flow and the rhythm
and the tumbling out of the words...
is a betrayal.
And its a sin, Martin.
Its a sin.
I dont accept your, uh...
Catholic interpretation
of my compulsive, uh...
necessity to rewrite
every single word at least times.
Guilt is -Thanks.
Guilt is the key, not sin.
Guilt re not writing
the best that I can.
Guilt re not, uh, considering everything
from every possible angle.
Balancing everything.
Well, how about guilt
re censoring your best thoughts?
Your most honest,
primitive, real thoughts...
because thats what your laborious
rewriting amounts to, Martin.
Is rewriting really censorship, Bill?
Because Im completely fucked if it is.
Exterminate all rational thought.
That is the conclusion I have come to.
What is the man talking about?
Im being serious.
So is he.
So how is the extermination business
going there, Bill?
Somebodys stealing my roach powder.
Somebodys got it in for me.
Hmm. Well, Bill,
maybe you should take it as a sign.
Maybe you ought to try your hand
at writing pornography.
Yeah, a novel a week at bucks.
Its serious money.
I can connect you with the guy.
Were thinking of
collaborating on one ourselves.
I gave up writing when I was .
- Too dangerous.
- Only if someone reads what you write.
So far we havent had that problem.
Ive found my profession.
Im an exterminator.
Of course, Bill. Thats just what the world needs-
more literate exterminators.
Give me a cigarette.
Of course, then, you know...
youre gonna have trouble
if you cant keep track of your roach powder.
Wait a minute.
Do you boys know something about this?
We dont exactly know anything.
No, but we suspect
its a domestic problem.
-
-
- My God, what are you doing?
- You werent supposed to see this.
Well, now that Im seeing it, what is it?
Im shooting up your bug powder.
You might like to try it yourself.
Or you might not.
I ran out in the middle of a job.
You gotta stop using the stuff,Joan.
They ration it out like snakebite serum.
Well,just do what everybody else does -
cut it with baby laxative.
The roaches will
shit themselves to death.
Its the best job I ever had.
If I run out again, Im finished.
Hmm.
Its, um -
Its a very literary high.
Very literary.
Is that why Hank and Martin
know all about it?
No, we just, uh -
We all just tried it together-
spur of the moment thing.
They didnt like it, I did.
What do you mean,
its a literary high?
Its a Kafka high.
You feel like a bug.
Try some.
Well, I dont know.
I dont know.
- I think our metabolisms are very different.
- Whose?
Yours and Kafkas?
I thought you were finished
with doing weird stuff.
I thought I was, too,
but I guess Im not.
Personally...
I prefer a pyrethrum job to a fluoride.
With the pyrethrum...
you kill the roaches right there
in front of God and the client...
whereas this starch and fluoride-
leave it around,
the roaches eat it...
come back a few days later,
theyre running around fat as hogs.
And there it is, Bill.
You want to put on some weight...
you gotta switch
from that yellow powder diet of yours...
to some of this good
fluoride stuff right here.
Sure works for the Chink.
Hes healthy enough.
You see him scarfthat poison down?
He doesnt really eat it.
Its sleight of hand.
The hell he doesnt. Been breathing in
the powder so long, it just makes him laugh.
Just like them roaches.
William Lee.
- What is this?
- Hes Hauser. Im OBrien.
City Narcotics.
Were gonna take you downtown, Bill.
Little matter of possession
of a dangerous substance.
Youve got quite a record, Bill.
A lot of drugs poured down the old vein.
I was a troubled person then.
Im married now.
Straight. Got a good job.
Thats good, Bill.
Thats nice.
- Whats this, then?
- Thats my job.
I use it to kill bugs.
- He says it kills bugs.
- He could be right.
- Id like to see it.
- Me, too.
- Id like to see it, too.
- Well, gee.
Id like to demonstrate, but I already
got rid of that last case of crabs I had.
Very funny, Bill.
But, you know...
I think we got a bug
around here somewhere.
Youre right.
Lets see if that yellow stuff will kill it.
Well be back later
to see how it worked out, kiddo.