two male voices spoken word, dramatized

[J] This is it. The beginning. Ground zero. I think this is about where we came in. [T] Do you have a speech for the occasion? [J] ...I still can't think of anything. [T] It's getting exciting now. Two and a half. Think of everything we've accomplished. Out these windows, we will view the collapse of financial history. One step closer to economic equilibrium. [J] I beg you, please don't do this. [T] I'm not doing this we are doing this this is what we want! [J] No! I don't want this. [T] Right, except YOU is meaningless now. We have to forget about you. [J] You're a voice in my head. [T] You're a voice in MINE! [J] Why can't I get rid of you? [T] You need me. [J] No. I don't. I really don't any more. [T] You created me. I didn't create some loser alter ego to make me feel better. Take some responsibility. [J] I do. I am responsible for all of it and I accept that. So, please, I'm begging you, please call this off. [T] Have I ever let us down? How far have you come because of me?! I will bring us through this. As always, I will carry you kicking and screaming and in the end you will thank me. [J] Tyler! Tyler! I'm grateful to you. For everything that you've done for me. But this is too much. I don't want this. [T] What do you want? Your shit job back? Fucking condo world, watching sitcoms? FUCK you! I won't DO it. [J] This can't be happening. [T] It's already done, so shut up! 60 seconds! Can you see alright? [J] I can figure this out. This isn't even real. You're not real, that gun. That gun isn't even in your hand. The gun's in my hand. [T] Good for you. It doesn't change a thing. Why do you wanna put a gun to your head? [J] Not my head, Tyler., our head. [SLOW] [T] Interesting... [pause] [T] Where are you going with this, Ikea boy? Hey. It's you and me... friends? [J] Tyler, I want you to really listen to me. [T] OK. [J] My eyes are open. [gunshot] [T] What's that smell? [Music Shifts] [Spoken] [Woman] Where is everybody? Oh, no. What's going on? [J] Hi, Marla. [W] You fucker! What kind of sick fucking game are you playing at?! Putting me on a... oh, my god, your face! [J] Yeah. I know. [W] What happened? [J] Don't ask. [W] You're shot. [J] Yes, I'm shot. [W] Oh, my God. Who did this? [J] I did, actually. [W] You shot yourself? [J] Yes, but it's OK. Marla, look at me. I'm really OK. Trust me. Everything's gonna be fine. You met me at a very strange time in my life. [sad outro]