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(Six years have passed. Homer is lying on the couch watching the live broadcast of Krusty's funeral on tv. Homer looks horribly ill.)
Kent Brockman(on tv): We may never know why Krusty was brutally murdered by a shotgun blast to the chest, why his body was found dumped in Springfield Gorge. All we know is this: he will be missed. Oh God, will he missed. My daughter hasn't stopped crying since she heard the news. Three weeks now and she has not stopped crying. Please, God, make it stop. Make it all go away.
(On tv we see Sideshow Mel trying to throw himself into Krusty's open grave.)
Homer: Hehe, Mel's lost it!
(Homer looks around. No one is in the room but Santa's Little Helper, who is now morbidly obese and doesn't even look up.)
Homer: D'oh.
(Bart enters the house. 16 years old and surly, hostility shines off him. He looks like he is about to go straight upstairs before Homer shouts to him.)
Homer: Bart! Son! Krusty's funeral is on tv! Aren't you going to watch it?
Bart: Get bent.
Homer: Now, son, you should'nt talk that way to your old man...
(Bart walks right over to Homer.)
Bart: Go fuck yourself, Homer.
Homer: Hey! I might be able to do everything I used to after that containment leak at the plant hit me with a lethal dose of radiation, but I'm still your old man and you should respect me!
Bart: I don't respect shit, man! I wish you'd just hurry up and die! The doctors said you'd be gone by now, they got my hopes up for nothing! Fuck you and fuck Krusty!
Homer: You'll regret saying that when I'm gone!
Bart: I only had one parent I gave a fuck about and she's fucking dead.
Homer: Your mom isn't dead! Mr Burns is hiding her somewhere, I know it!
Bart: You've been saying that shit for five years but you've got no evidence. You're a fucking liar. She left you, she died fucking died of a heroin overdose somewhere, get over it!
Homer: I...I can't tell you everything, but...
Bart: Oh shut up, Homer! I should go work for Burns, at least he's strong.
Homer: Burns is evil! He took your mother from us, he caused the accident that's going to kill me, he's done so much wrong, he wants to rule the world!
Bart: So? Good, evil, what the fuck does it matter? Like I said before, get BENT.
(Bart starts to walk away but Homer grabs his arm)
Homer: I love you, son!
(Bart pulls out a knife and stabs Homer eight times in the gut. He walks away without even checking if Homer is alive or dead.)
Homer(weakly): D'oh.
(Bart goes into the hall just as Lisa, now 14 years old, enters with her boyfriend Milhouse. Lisa is wearing a dress far too revealing for a girl her age. Milhouse is a punk now.)
Milhous:e: Hey Bart, I'm going to rail your sister, you got any coke?
Bart: Come on, Milhouse, you know I have to sell my coke for Fat Tony...
Lisa: You can spare some, Bart. I'll pay you back later, you know I'm good for it. Maybe I'll sell that saxophone, not like I've played the thing for five years now.
Bart: I don't know...
Liisa: We'll let you watch as Milhouse fucks me.
Bart: Hell yeah!
(Bart pulls a bag of cocaine out of his shorts and Lisa grins.)
Homer(off camera, weakly): Lisa...help...me...
Milhouse: You hear something, Lisa?
Lisa: Nah, let's go fuck!
(Milhouse and Lisa race up the stairs as Bart follows, looking up LIsa's skirt and licking his lips.)
Homer: So...this is...the end...
(Santa's Little Helper whimpers as he notices Homer's blood start to stain the carpet.)
Homer: I guess if Marge really is dead...I'll be with her soon...
(Maggie walks in. She is seven years old. She hears the dog whimpering and runs into the tv room.)
Maggie: Dad! What...who did this!
Homer: Ambulance...
(Maggie quickly phones an ambulance. She tries to stop Homer's bleeding with her own hands.)
Maggie: Oh dad please don't lave me, I need you...
Homer: Be...careful of Bart...he did this...
Maggie: He did!?
Homer: He is...dangerous...
(Homer passes out. Maggie looks full of anger at her brother. She picks up the phone again and dials another number.)
Moe(on the phone): Moe's Tavern, who the fuck is this?
Maggie: It's Maggie. Yeah, that's right, Maggie Simpson. I need you to have someone killed for me, Moe.
Moe: Uhh, I don't know what you're talking about, Maggie...
Maggie: I know you have mob connections, Moe, I'm not some dumb kid.
Moe: Ain't you seven?
Maggie: I know what goes on in this town. I listen. And I can pay. Mom left me a lot of money in a secret account. Now can you help me, or not?
Moe: Sure, kid, sure...who do you want off?
Maggie: My brother. Bart. Bart Simpson. Fucking end him.
TO BE CONTINUED
Kent Brockman(on tv): We may never know why Krusty was brutally murdered by a shotgun blast to the chest, why his body was found dumped in Springfield Gorge. All we know is this: he will be missed. Oh God, will he missed. My daughter hasn't stopped crying since she heard the news. Three weeks now and she has not stopped crying. Please, God, make it stop. Make it all go away.
(On tv we see Sideshow Mel trying to throw himself into Krusty's open grave.)
Homer: Hehe, Mel's lost it!
(Homer looks around. No one is in the room but Santa's Little Helper, who is now morbidly obese and doesn't even look up.)
Homer: D'oh.
(Bart enters the house. 16 years old and surly, hostility shines off him. He looks like he is about to go straight upstairs before Homer shouts to him.)
Homer: Bart! Son! Krusty's funeral is on tv! Aren't you going to watch it?
Bart: Get bent.
Homer: Now, son, you should'nt talk that way to your old man...
(Bart walks right over to Homer.)
Bart: Go fuck yourself, Homer.
Homer: Hey! I might be able to do everything I used to after that containment leak at the plant hit me with a lethal dose of radiation, but I'm still your old man and you should respect me!
Bart: I don't respect shit, man! I wish you'd just hurry up and die! The doctors said you'd be gone by now, they got my hopes up for nothing! Fuck you and fuck Krusty!
Homer: You'll regret saying that when I'm gone!
Bart: I only had one parent I gave a fuck about and she's fucking dead.
Homer: Your mom isn't dead! Mr Burns is hiding her somewhere, I know it!
Bart: You've been saying that shit for five years but you've got no evidence. You're a fucking liar. She left you, she died fucking died of a heroin overdose somewhere, get over it!
Homer: I...I can't tell you everything, but...
Bart: Oh shut up, Homer! I should go work for Burns, at least he's strong.
Homer: Burns is evil! He took your mother from us, he caused the accident that's going to kill me, he's done so much wrong, he wants to rule the world!
Bart: So? Good, evil, what the fuck does it matter? Like I said before, get BENT.
(Bart starts to walk away but Homer grabs his arm)
Homer: I love you, son!
(Bart pulls out a knife and stabs Homer eight times in the gut. He walks away without even checking if Homer is alive or dead.)
Homer(weakly): D'oh.
(Bart goes into the hall just as Lisa, now 14 years old, enters with her boyfriend Milhouse. Lisa is wearing a dress far too revealing for a girl her age. Milhouse is a punk now.)
Milhous:e: Hey Bart, I'm going to rail your sister, you got any coke?
Bart: Come on, Milhouse, you know I have to sell my coke for Fat Tony...
Lisa: You can spare some, Bart. I'll pay you back later, you know I'm good for it. Maybe I'll sell that saxophone, not like I've played the thing for five years now.
Bart: I don't know...
Liisa: We'll let you watch as Milhouse fucks me.
Bart: Hell yeah!
(Bart pulls a bag of cocaine out of his shorts and Lisa grins.)
Homer(off camera, weakly): Lisa...help...me...
Milhouse: You hear something, Lisa?
Lisa: Nah, let's go fuck!
(Milhouse and Lisa race up the stairs as Bart follows, looking up LIsa's skirt and licking his lips.)
Homer: So...this is...the end...
(Santa's Little Helper whimpers as he notices Homer's blood start to stain the carpet.)
Homer: I guess if Marge really is dead...I'll be with her soon...
(Maggie walks in. She is seven years old. She hears the dog whimpering and runs into the tv room.)
Maggie: Dad! What...who did this!
Homer: Ambulance...
(Maggie quickly phones an ambulance. She tries to stop Homer's bleeding with her own hands.)
Maggie: Oh dad please don't lave me, I need you...
Homer: Be...careful of Bart...he did this...
Maggie: He did!?
Homer: He is...dangerous...
(Homer passes out. Maggie looks full of anger at her brother. She picks up the phone again and dials another number.)
Moe(on the phone): Moe's Tavern, who the fuck is this?
Maggie: It's Maggie. Yeah, that's right, Maggie Simpson. I need you to have someone killed for me, Moe.
Moe: Uhh, I don't know what you're talking about, Maggie...
Maggie: I know you have mob connections, Moe, I'm not some dumb kid.
Moe: Ain't you seven?
Maggie: I know what goes on in this town. I listen. And I can pay. Mom left me a lot of money in a secret account. Now can you help me, or not?
Moe: Sure, kid, sure...who do you want off?
Maggie: My brother. Bart. Bart Simpson. Fucking end him.
TO BE CONTINUED