This is the first few pages of a script im thinking on writing, I was twirling with ideas, and I seemed to come up with this

MURDEROUS MONGRELS

VOICE
Crazy are we? Crazy for things we do? Crazy for the people we kill? Crazy for completing every sin in the *ing book? Maybe. But Crazy is, what Crazy does. So you never know what murderer will come up to the stream next. Now im not saying to go on a murdering rampage along with us. But think about what life brings you, hate, suffering, pain, now you might say that it also brings you love, honor, and trust, but with love comes cheating on your wife or husband, with honor comes going to jail for raping a eight year old girl, and with trust comes stabbing your friend in the back because of money. Now just think of us as the guys who take that pain away. Think of us as your reapers, taking the needle out of your arm and letting you be free.

INT. TRAILER (DAY)

The clock strikes noon inside a trashy trailer filled with posters of beautiful naked women on the wall posing in all sorts of positions.

The trailer is nothing but pure trash filled with beer cans, and wine coolers on the floor. It has but only three rooms, kitchen, bedroom, and bathroom, causing everything from books to toilet paper to be crammed together.

The kitchen is the biggest space in the room with your ordinary kitchen appliances, and a huge dining table in the middle, sitting at that dining table, twirling a kitchen knife around his fingers is GREG WALTERS, a skinny, pale man, seeming very calm. He's dressed pretty fancy as if he does not belong in the trasy motel but inside a Holdiay Inn resting beside the pool and drinking wine.

At the end of the table, standing up and pouring him a glass of whisky is BO DEASLEY, now you can tell this man lives her by the way he looks. Very greasy, with a white wife beater, but most of the wife beater isn't white, because of the stains of all colors covering it. His hair is in a mullet but shaved on the sides. BO has a huge yellow teeth grin on his face, walking back to his table.

BO
So the groups finally getting back together?

GREG
Yeah, got the call yesterday.

BO
So what made them decide that the M.M. should be back in business?

GREG
Hell if I know, they must need someone special killed.

BO
I *ing bet, and I bet where going to get a shit load of money at the end of this deal too.

GREG
I agree-speaking of money, what the * happened to you?

BO
Whatcha' mean?

GREG
Look at you, your living in a piece of shit trailer out in the middle of nowhere, you look like shit, and your stink.

BO
Well after we decided to part our ways, I decided to quit killing all together, because if I wasn't going to kill with you guys, then I wasn't going to kill at all.

GREG (Sarcastic Tone)
How touching.

BO
Well what happened is I got this thirteen year old pregnant, and it all crumbled from there.

GREG
You got a thirteen year old pregnant-wait a second, you *ed a thirteen year old?

BO
A thirteen year old that looked like a sixteen year old.

GREG
That's still some crazy shit.

BO
You would of *ed her too if you would of seen her.

GREG
Im more of a classy guy, eighteen and over, seventeen if the girl looks good enough-so how come your not in jail right now?

BO
Settled it out of court, lost all my money. Now im working at some oil pit down town waiting for you slick *ers to come.

GREG
Well sorry, just one *er came.

BO
Where are the other *ers anyways?

GREG
Well Montgomery had to go to Taiwan to meet up with Hickory and tell him the news, and Mason is in California now meeting up with the new guy.

BO
We gots a new guy?

GREG
Yeah.

BO
You heard anything from him?

GREG
He's pretty popular, is known for killing with a sword, not a gun.

BO
A *ing sword?

GREG
Yeah.

BO
What's this assholes name?

GREG
Dalos.

BO
What the * kind of name is Dalos?

GREG
Well, what the * kind of name is Bo?

BO
A better name then Dalos.

GREG
Well, from what i've heard, he's pretty handy with that sword and will be a great earn to our team-besides that names sound pretty evil.

BO
Sounds like some Satanic horse shit.

GREG
Well all I know is he's handy with his sword and that's it, I couldn't tell you about his religious beliefs.

BO
Well as long as he don't get in my *ing way, he won't bother me.

GREG
Just don't clash egos, I hate it when that *ing happens.

Bo takes a shot of his whiskey, and then offers Greg some.

GREG
No thanks.

BO
So tell me, what's happened with you, how you looking all slick and dandy?

GREG
Well after we went our own ways I got a job as a bruiser for Victor D'Angelo.

BO
What the * is a bruiser?

GREG
It's like a personal hitman-you remember Return of the Jedi?

BO
Yeah.

GREG
Remember all those bounty hunters that hung around Jabba the Hut?

BO
Yeah.

GREG
Those were Bruisers.

BO
Well not that one guy in the robot suit, he just worked for money.

GREG
Granted, ill give you that, Boba Fet just worked for money, but all the others were Jabba's personal bruisers.

BO
So that's what you were, a bruiser?

GREG
Yeah.

BO
How much you get paid?

GREG
A shit load, that's why im dressed like this.

BO
I hear ya, I hear ya.

GREG
You know Bo, there's been talk about releasing one of us to make room for the new guy.

BO
Oh really?

GREG
Yeah.

BO
But we all swore a blood oath, that we would never truly quit the team, if we would, we would die very soon.

GREG
And you know what that means?

BO
We were the greatest killers in the world Greg, im sure that it's just a rumor.

GREG
Bo...

BO
What?

GREG
You thought wrong.

Greg in a very fast motion throws the knife up in the air, and catches it so that he is holding the blade, he then flicks his wrist and throws the knife straight through Bo's head, causing the knife to stick into the wall behind him.

Bo stands for a second, dead, but the knife was so fast that it takes a second for Bo to fall down. Blood is covered from the back of Bo's head to where the knife is stuck in the wall.

Greg takes out a hankerchief and pats his face.

GREG
Well Bo, as I said before that kitchen knife went through your head, you thought wrong. You see, you were once a quick and silent killer, one of the best in our team, but let's face it you have become or shall I say "became" a beer gutted, poor, and worthless redneck. You use to be so brilliant, and so fearless, but that all went to shit, so when the Main Man calls me and tells me we need to let go of one to make room for another, I knew it was going to be you. Just for that fact.

Greg reaches into his gray sportcoat and takes out a cell phone, he opens it up and dials a number, he sets it to his ear and waits for someone to answer.

GREG
The jobs done, what else you need me to do?
(Pause)
Yeah i'll burn this piece of shit trailer, after that where do I go?
(Pause)
Alright, bye.

Greg closes the cell phone back and puts it in his sportscoat. He looks up into the air as if he's thinking.

GREG (To himself)
Did I bring any gasoline?
(Pausing to think)
*! I don't think I did.

Greg storms out of the trailer.

EXT. DESERT, OUTSIDE OF THE TRAILER.

Greg runs towards his black, fancy car, he opens the back seat, shoving papers all aroung looking for gasoline.

GREG (To himself)
Shit, where is it, where is it.

Greg lifts up from the back of the seat and gets out of the car. He begins to kick the dirt in frustration.

GREG (To himself)
*! How the * am I suppose to remember to bring gasoline? All the Main Man said was to kill Bo, that's *ing it! Mother *er!

Greg stops as if a light bulb has lit up above his head.

GREG
Bo's a trashy redneck, trashy rednecks like to cut grass three times a week, trashy rednecks put gasoline into lawnmowers so that'll work, so if he's a trashy redneck and he cuts...

Greg's voice fades off as he looks down and sees nothing but sand.

GREG
Shit, there's no grass to cut. What the * am I going to do!

GREG looks toward BO'S white beatup pickup truck.

GREG
Trucks have gasoline in them.

MINUTES LATER.

Greg is inisde the truck driving it towards the trailer to the point where, it's touching it, he then gets out of the truck and begins to take huge steps back, after about ten steps, he stops.

GREG
This should be long enough.

Greg takes out a revolver, and aims toward the engine of the truck, as he pulls the trigger he spots his car is to close, but it's to late and the trigger is pulled sending a bullet right into the engine of the truck causing a chain reaction from truck to trailer, to car.

GREG
Shit!

The explosion doesn't even phase Greg, as he looks at his car go up in pieces.

GREG
Mother of *! Now im going to have to have to call Main Man and tell him to pick me up.

GREG takes out his cell phone and dials a number, setting it on his ear. A loud beeping noise is heard as the cell phone can't get a signal.

GREG
Shit!

GREG throws the cell phone away in anger, it hits the cement road causing it to fall and pieces!

GREG
*!

EXT. SIDE OF THE ROAD (NIGHT)

Greg is seen standing on the side of the road holding out his thumb, in a hitch hiking manner.

GREG
This is perfect, just ****ing perfect.