{"product_id":"tooth-of-crime-isbn-9780307274984","title":"Tooth of Crime","description":"One of the plays that first announced Sam Shepard as an original voice in American theater, \u003ci\u003eTooth of Crime \u003c\/i\u003eis his thrillingly innovative rock drama, published here in a revised edition that is as fresh and provocative as the original was more than thirty years ago.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAn aging rock star in a world in which entertainment and street warfare go hand in hand, Hoss must defend himself against Crow, a newcomer who battles him for fame. Combining musical styles and intense dialogue in an unconventional musical-fantasy, \u003ci\u003eTooth of Crime \u003c\/i\u003eriffs brilliantly on rising stars and fading legends, and rock lived and died for.“Brilliant. . . . By far Mr. Shepard’s best play.” –\u003ci\u003eThe Wall Street Journal\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“A fascinating, even brilliant work. . . . It is bracingly insightful on the ephemerality and corrupting powers of stardom. . . . Few critics would deny its electricity and imagination on the page.” –\u003ci\u003eThe New York Times\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Marvelously evocative. . . . Direct and immediate. . . . A simple allegory of fame American-style. . . . It packs a potent punch not readily forgotten.” –\u003ci\u003eNew York Post\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cb\u003eSAM SHEPARD\u003c\/b\u003e was the Pulitzer Prize–winning author of more than fifty-five plays, three story collections, and two works of prose fiction. As an actor, he appeared in more than sixty films, and received an Oscar nomination in 1984 for \u003ci\u003eThe Right Stuff.\u003c\/i\u003e He was a finalist for the W. H. Smith Literary Award for his story collection \u003ci\u003eGreat Dream of Heaven.\u003c\/i\u003e In 2012 he was awarded an honorary doctorate from Trinity College, Dublin. He was a member of the American Academy of Arts and Letters, received the Gold Medal for Drama from the Academy, and was inducted into the Theater Hall of Fame. He died in 2017.Act I\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    \u003ci\u003eScene: A bare stage except for an evil-looking dark chair with a high   back, something like an Egyptian pharoah's throne but simple, center   stage.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    (HOSS \u003ci\u003eenters\u003c\/i\u003e.)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HOSS: \u003ci\u003eSong\u003c\/i\u003e: \"Anything I Say Can and Will Be Used Against You\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e   \u003ci\u003e ANYTHING I SAY CAN AND WILL BE\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e    USED AGAINST YOU\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e    People tell me I look like hell\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e    Well I am hell\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e    I got a torture chamber orchestra\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e    At the Delirium Hotel\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e    I got an hallucination rattlesnake\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e    To twist my skill through\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e    You're my friend\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e    But I'm gonna kill you\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e    Somebody's got to monitor all this darkness darkness darkness\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e    Somebody's got to locate the bomb dot com\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e    Somebody's got to breakout through the night so starless starless starless\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e    Those who would overthrow the status quo\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e    Soul like smoke hole in the sky\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e    Gotta cry gotta cry gotta go gotta go gotta go\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e    Target Arab chic MK ultra satellite blowup\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e    Kill the pain let it rain let it rain\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e    I will disengage your mastery\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e    Until all you love is blasphemy\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e    Then I'll break in through your idiocy\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e    And twist your desire hideously\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e    And when you're the object of complete derision\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e    I'll make you a star on television\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e    Then if you want fame at a greater strength\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e    Speak to my girl Friday the thirteenth\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e    Got no background\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e    Got no files\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e    Crawl through the cable black op ground zero no flight zone\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e    All alone all alone all alone\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e    This is a story which is based on a true story\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e    Which is based on a lie\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e    Don't jack with me Sahib\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e    I'm history\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e    Don't jack with me Lucille\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e    I'm gone\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e    I'm gone\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e    I'm gone\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    (BECKY \u003ci\u003eenters\u003c\/i\u003e.)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    BECKY: Choogin, Hoss. Choogin. The short is on-line. Wanna peek at the toys?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HOSS: Yeah, let's have a look. Jeweler check 'em out?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    BECKY: Clean and blue. Gave his little stomp of approval. You know how he gits.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    (BECKY \u003ci\u003elays out the \"weapons\" on the floor: Strange looking devices;   weird mixture of swords, guitar necks, microphones, CB's, pistols,   etc.\u003c\/i\u003e)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HOSS: Merc's set?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    BECKY: Greased, lubed, and banging on all eight. Chaser slammed it up   to 180 on the old Ventura Freeway. Said she didn't bark once.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HOSS: Yeah. About time he quit them quarter mile bursts. That   double-throat's gotta git time to blow out. Holly made that   carburetor back then for a reason. Old-time but it still hauls ass.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    BECKY: No question there.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HOSS: Chaser fit?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    BECKY: I don't gumbo with Chaser. You know that. He keeps to his own self.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HOSS: You watch him don't ya? Observe?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    BECKY: I seen him chase his bacon around the plate with a fork this   mornin. Asked him if that's where he copped his handle.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HOSS: So, how's he movin?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    BECKY: Same.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HOSS: Did he look inclined to Boogie?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    BECKY: He's always got the horns on for Road Rankin, you know that.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HOSS: Then we're good to go?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    BECKY: I'd best check the Chart Man if I was you, Hoss. The Gazer.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HOSS: How's that.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    BECKY: Just an inklin. A tickle. Won't hurt.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HOSS: We ironed all that through, didn't we? Week ago? I thought   Meera gave me a green lane? I don't need hesitation now.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    BECKY: Shit shifts, you know. Every two seconds somethin's slidin. He   can't suss it all. Tell you the damn truth, some a them chart   patterns he's honkin go back to the late fifties. Meera's antique in   a lota zones Hoss. I wouldn't bite the whole red apple he throws out,   just cause it rolls.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HOSS: Git his ass down here!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    BECKY: All righty. Don't sting my tail just for flaggin a dingo. I'm   yer cold bitch, remember?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HOSS: Just buzz his booty! Now!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    BECKY: Yabadaba Honk Man.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    (BECKY \u003ci\u003eexits\u003c\/i\u003e.)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HOSS (\u003ci\u003ealone\u003c\/i\u003e): Chingaflack! Tickles, inklings, cross-information! I'm   good to go, here! Can't get stoved up by bad help and superstition. I   need the points! Can't they see that? I'm winning in three fuckin   states! Controlling more borders than any a them punk Markers. The El   Camino Boys. Bunch a slump chumps. Threw down on that whole raggedy   tribe back—back when? El Monte Legion Stadium? La Puente? What was   it? Done deal. They were sliming. Where's the history here?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    (MEERA \u003ci\u003eenters with\u003c\/i\u003e BECKY. \u003ci\u003eHe carries his divining   paraphernalia\u003c\/i\u003e—\u003ci\u003estrange boxes and electronic projection devices that   look all jerry-rigged and somewhat outdated\u003c\/i\u003e—\u003ci\u003emaybe even an old 45   record player. \u003c\/i\u003eMEERA\u003ci\u003e gets completely tangled up in the wires and   plugs of his equipment\u003c\/i\u003e.)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HOSS (\u003ci\u003eto\u003c\/i\u003e MEERA): All right, slick face, what's the skinny? Can we   move now? Becky tells me you're hedging.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    MEERA: Pretty dicey, Hoss.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HOSS: What! I knew it! I knew it! Week ago you give me green lights!   Solid. No question. Now, it's no slice. What's the sudden shift?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    MEERA: Patterns, Hoss. Meshes. I'm sussing every way I can to keep up   but some of my equipment is just getting blown away by all these new   waves. I can't even read some a these ciphers. Watch. I'll show you.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    (MEERA \u003ci\u003ebegins to set up his boxes, plugging them in, transferring   wires, adjusting screens and keyboards, etc.\u003c\/i\u003e)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HOSS: I don't wanna hear this! If we needed new equipment, why wasn't   I informed? I'd be glad to pay for new equipment. I thought we were   up to date here.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    BECKY: A new Gazer wouldn't hurt.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    MEERA: I'm the best there is. Hoss knows that.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HOSS: I \u003ci\u003edon't\u003c\/i\u003e know that! I'm running on faith ninety percent of the   time. Wing \u0026amp; a prayer!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    MEERA: Just take a look at what I've got. That's all I'm asking. It's   come down to techno-improvisation, Hoss. That's the only way to play   it. All the data's bastard-info now. Vague vectors. Nothing pure. No   essence source. It's all been scarfed and scarred to the bone. Take a   look.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    (MEERA \u003ci\u003ecasts an image through his device\u003c\/i\u003e.)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HOSS (\u003ci\u003estaring at image\u003c\/i\u003e): What's that?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    MEERA: The El Caminos.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HOSS: I didn't bring you down here to look at pix of Roadkill! I'm   ready for a Matar, man. A major Matar! I wanna move!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    MEERA: You'll blow it.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HOSS: \u003ci\u003eI'll\u003c\/i\u003e blow it? What do you know. I've always moved on a sixth   sense. I don't need your crossed up, half-assed chart mix! We might   as well be staring at box tops from Quaker Oatmeal. Might be more   current than this shit.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    BECKY: You gotta play privey to the Charts, Hoss. You never went   against the Charts before.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HOSS: That was before. When Charts were Charts. Everyone was tuned to   E Major back then. The Killing Floor was level. I'm falling behind   now! Maybe you don't understand that! I'm falling behind because I'm   still tuned to E Major!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    MEERA: Not true, Hoss. No verdo. Lookit this. Take a looksee. (\u003ci\u003eHe   changes the image again\u003c\/i\u003e.) The El Caminos are about six points off the   shuffle. Mojo Root Force is the only one even close enough to flutter   and Mojo's got no turn of foot. Never had that bottom gear.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HOSS: Mojo? That Fruitcake? What'd he conk?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    MEERA: Phoenix, Hoss. He slipped it while the Caminos threw camp,   thinking he was outa range.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HOSS: Phoenix? That's my Mark! I claimed that ticket! He can't take Phoenix!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    MEERA: It's done, Hoss. Least according to this jibe.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HOSS: That's against the Code! That's an out and out cry-down against   the Code! Didn't the Keepers chop him?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    BECKY: Keepers are getting usurped too, Hoss. Everybody's on the buy-back.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HOSS: When did this shit happen? How come I'm the last to find out?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    BECKY: We thought it'd rattle you too much.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HOSS: Rattle me! Nothing rattles me like knowing there's doo-dah   going on behind my back!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    MEERA: We weren't trying to keep it from you. Just treading for the   right timing.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HOSS: I'm gonna git that chump. I'm gonna have him clean. Mojo Root   Force. He knew Phoenix was on my ticket! He's trying to shake me.   That's it, is it? Thinks I'll jump borders and scam suburban shots.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    MEERA: I wouldn't give him a whole lota credit for strategy, Hoss.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HOSS: Well, I'm gonna crunch his bunker clean through. You watch.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    BECKY: You can't bump against the Code, Hoss. Once a Marker strikes   and sets up colors, that's his turf.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    MEERA: Yeah, you can't strike claimed turf, Hoss. They'll pop you   right outa the game.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HOSS: He did it! He took my mark! It was on my ticket!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    MEERA: He'll just claim his wave system blew and he didn't suss it   til it was too late.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HOSS: Well, he's gonna suss it now. I'll get a short fleet together   and blow him out. He's gonna git so spun he'll think Phoenix is on   the other side of the Antarctic.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    BECKY: You gonna drop class? Is that it? Run with the Claimers?   Sacrifice Solo Rights? You'll be a Gang Bopper again. A Punk Chump.   Exile Bandito Trash. I ain't runnin with no Exile.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HOSS: I need the points! That Gold Record is not gonna wait for me to   get straight with the Code. I'm not coppin to Ethical Suicide here,   and miss a shot at a monster Matar. I need the fuckin points! I need   a Kill!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    MEERA: Best to hold steady, Hoss. This is a tender time. Lookee here.   Just take a peep. Bits and choppers, but it scans.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    (\u003ci\u003eHe throws more images on walls, screens, set, etc.\u003c\/i\u003e)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HOSS: I don't need to visio more random road litter! I'm sittin on Ready!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    MEERA: Just peek it. Timing. Wrong move'll set you back a year or   more. Charts are moving too fast. Every day there's a new Star Marker   now. You don't wanna be a Flyby. You want somethin durable,   everlasting.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    BECKY: He's choogin, Hoss. Loopy but choogin.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HOSS: He's dead meat. Look at this Vector shit on the wall! How do   you make hide or hair outa this data mush?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    MEERA: Patterns, Hoss. Matrix Mesh out there that needs new modes to   conjure. I'm playing all this off the wall. Same as the rest.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HOSS: You're not comin up with an action! A Kill! You're fartin   around in Info-Retard Land while my blood's on Go!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    BECKY: Gotta listen to Management, Hoss. Fingering is everything.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HOSS: Management? This Zoombah can't even figure out the wiring   anymore. Lookit him! Pathetic. Crawling through radio voltage from   some lost World War his Daddy can't remember. Git his ass gone! I   need me a Forward Man. Git me a Dee Jay or something. One a the Stand   Bys.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    MEERA: A Dee Jay?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HOSS (\u003ci\u003eto\u003c\/i\u003e MEERA): Git gone, Gazer. You've iced up in this crib.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    BECKY: You're not firing him?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HOSS (\u003ci\u003eto\u003c\/i\u003e BECKY): \u003ci\u003eYou're\u003c\/i\u003e the one told me he was buckled!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    BECKY: Yeah, but you can't just shunt him out on the Lone PrayerEE.   They'll dice him up for quick snacks.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    MEERA (\u003ci\u003egathering up his equipment\u003c\/i\u003e): I'll pack it. I was daydreaming a   change of scenery anyhow. Stagnation never was my cup of meat.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HOSS (\u003ci\u003estill sitting\u003c\/i\u003e): I forged all my early Marks on Ruthless Culls.   Ruthless. I'm not going soft now. Gotta kick out all the scruples. Go   against the Code. That's what they all used to do. The Big Guns:   Little Richard, Jerry Lee, Duane Eddy, Gene Vincent. They all broke   Codes.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    BECKY: But they were playing Doo-Dah, Hoss. They weren't Matando.   You're a Killer, man. You're in the Big Bang.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HOSS: So were they. Cold Killers. Jerry Lee was called \"The Killer.\"   He even called himself that. Ask Meera. Go ahead, ask him. Ain't that   verdo Meera?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    MEERA (\u003ci\u003esearching for a piece of equipment\u003c\/i\u003e): What? Have you seen my   loodo adapter? Little blue job. I'm lost without it.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HOSS: Pathetic.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    BECKY: You're rompin treason against the Game, Hoss. You could get   the Carcel for less than that.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HOSS: Treason, shit. I know my power. I can go on Gypsy Kill and   still gain status. There's a whole underground swell going on. Lots a   Gypsy Markers comin up. Ain't that right Meera?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    BECKY: Why do you keep consulting him? You just gave him the ax.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HOSS: I'm not consulting! I'm firmin up.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    MEERA (\u003ci\u003ecollecting his gear\u003c\/i\u003e): I tell you what, Glib Man. This is free.   Just before I hit the two-lane. I got nothin to lose by giving you   the straight shit now. Shit you probably already got crawling through   your skin. Reason you're so damn itchy and hot to trot. Yer day is   down booga. Yer day is already been stepped on.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HOSS (to meera): I might just have your heels chained to a pickup and   drag you to Tijuana my own self.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    MEERA: That won't stop it comin. The Game's bustin up. Any   wrench-head can see that. The Game's too small now. Can't contain   true genius. Next genius is gonna be a Gypsy Killer. You sussed that   down the middle. What you omit though, and for good dang reason, is   the Mark itself. That, you left neatly clean outa the picture.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HOSS (\u003ci\u003eto\u003c\/i\u003e BECKY): Get this dogmeat outa here!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    MEERA: That Mark is you, booga. None other. It's already in the jam.   Done business.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HOSS (\u003ci\u003eto\u003c\/i\u003e BECKY): I want a Dee Jay in here! One a the big ones! No   stand-by. An original. Kidnap him if you have to! Get him here.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    (BECKY \u003ci\u003egoes to escort\u003c\/i\u003e MEERA \u003ci\u003eand his equipment off stage\u003c\/i\u003e.)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    MEERA: It's been sweet, Hoss Man. A sweet run. Some dandy kills that   I could trace my brand to. I can see me getting minced soon's I cross   the moat. That's only natural. But it's gonna be a waltz in daisies   compared to what you got comin.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HOSS: Get him gone!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    (BECKY \u003ci\u003eescorts\u003c\/i\u003e MEERA \u003ci\u003eoff\u003c\/i\u003e. HOSS \u003ci\u003eleft alone\u003c\/i\u003e.)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HOSS (\u003ci\u003ealone\u003c\/i\u003e): Not premonition! Don't get tagged in that key. Not   suspicion! Shadow mode. Bring it back. Bring it home, Hoss. Murder.   Just plain murder. Blood. It's simple. Do the simple thing.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    (HOSS \u003ci\u003egoes into Song: \"Make the Metal Scream.\"\u003c\/i\u003e)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    \u003ci\u003eMAKE THE METAL SCREAM\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e   \u003ci\u003e I see telepresence\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e    Placeless space\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e    Birdcage on a loop baby\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e    Total waste\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e    I feel greed infection\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e    Tears of steam\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e    It's the Jesus channel baby\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e    Make the metal scream\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e    I see blowdown damage\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e    Static kill\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e    Mean square displacement baby\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e    Just for a thrill\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e    I got no protection\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e    No regime\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e    Come electrocute me baby\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e    Make the metal scream\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e   \u003ci\u003e I've seen his face so many times\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e    I know him blind\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e    Not enough action\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e    Not enough satisfaction\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e    By the time I trace this shakedown\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e    I'll be redesigned\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e    No piracy\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e    No privacy\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e    I got all the angles\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e    Impicture force\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e    In deformation baby\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e    Without remorse\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    \u003ci\u003eI got no reflection\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e    To redeem\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e    Come and lacerate me baby\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e    Make the metal scream\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e    Make the metal scream\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e    Make the metal scream\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    (BECKY \u003ci\u003eenters with\u003c\/i\u003e RUIDO RAN, \u003ci\u003ethe Dee Jay who carries with him a   whole different collection of ramshackle electronic divining   equipment.\u003c\/i\u003e)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    BECKY: Snagged Ruido, man. 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