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everything's back to normal?

- Yes.

- Y'know?

Yeah.

You're always right, Al.

You're always right.

- What's that?

- Huh?

What?

- I love you.

- I love you, too.

Listen, I want to take you to that, uh...

I don't wanna come back here after dinner,

I wanna take you to some fancy

place, y'know? Take you out.

No. What do you mean? Wait, but you

were gonna stay here and cook dinner and

- Nonononono I wanna take you to that fancy

- baked beans...

French restaurant, y'know the one

with the snails and sh*t.

-Hey, Al...

- Hey, Al

- Where's my coat?

You know ...

I got this new uh, got this new uh

prison fantasy I've been working on

And I really, uh, wanted to

try it out on you.

- Would you like that?

- Yeah, I guess so.

Not as much as I would.

- Okay, I'd like that.

- Yeah?

Ok

Where's my coat?

- Well don't wear the, uh...

- The Big Al coat, where is it?

Don't wear the Big Al coat, I got you

a new coat. Where is your new coat?

I want the Big Al coat.

Why? I got you-- there it is,

I got you a beautiful new coat.

Come on, baby. For me?

Ok

Al's problem is

he never thought big.

He was strictly

small time.

But he met his match

when he met Kat.

Oh, I tellya.

That's a smart cookie. Tough!

There was a period in her life

when every guy she went out with...

changed his name to plaintiff

in the first 3 weeks.

Am I right?

I really want to change this time,

Father.

I'm so sick and tired

of being mean to my girl.

I just, I wanna be,

I wanna be a good man, y'know?

But I'm telling you.

I just have this problem keeping it in

my pants even when I'm in church praying

every time I see a pretty girl

walk up the aisle I just wanna

- crawl up underneath her skirt, and...

- What do you do?

- Well, I go back to praying, y'know?

- It's good that you're trying.

- How do you think I feel?

- What are you saying?

I have a line of women who stand

in front of me, and get on their knees.

and open their mouth,

and stick out their tongue

and look up at me and go "Ah".

- What do you do?

- I go back to praying.

That's f***ed up. How can you say

this? How can you think like this?

These poor girls are

coming to you for hope and you

want them to suck your cock.

You f***ing disgust me.

I'm just a man, Al

with a collar and a cock.

- Oh, you're gonna burn in hell.

- I'm no better than you, no worse.

You're weak. I f***ing hate weakness!

You disappoint me, man!

Stay away from the kids, okay?

- That's him!

- Hands up, pal.

Right there! Get him!

Get your f***ing hands up!

- F*** you!

- What the f*** are you doing, Al!

F*** you, motherf***er!

- Stay there, man!

- What the f*** you doing out here now?

You're under arrest for

the murder of Clancy O'Hara.

Don't you move!

- You're not going nowhere.

- F*** you!

I didn't f***ing do it!

It's a f***ing mistake!

Get the f*** off me!

- F*** off.

- Get in there!

You're not f***ing going nowhere!

F*** you!

Get in the f***ing car!

- C'mon, watch your f***ing head

- F*** you!

Al, he should've done something with his life.

I mean, he was always in trouble.

So I figured:

"If you're always gonna be in trouble,

then you do something to

make your mom proud of ya!"

You rob a bank, you rob a gas station,

y'know, something to write home about.

You want people to respect ya?

Then you gotta do something

to make 'em respect ya.

Who cares if

they f***ing like ya?

Now, if they fear ya,

then that's something.

Make the headlines. Am I right?

I can't believe we

finally got rid of him.

No one can

connect you to this, right?

You're dangerous, huh?

You know I like that.

Never know what you're gonna do.

There's nothing sexier

than being afraid.

God.

If I knew I was gonna meet you, I

would've saved all my first times for you.

You're the best sex I ever had.

Let me find a way to pay you back.

Kat... she's a doll.

A real c*nt.

And I mean that in the

nicest possible way.

- You hear anything on the street?

- No, nobody heard a thing.

I want you to talk to Clancy's mother,

okay? Find out who was after him.

Reilly doesn't know anything? Hm?

Why don't you tell him to get his ass in gear.

I need to get the f*** out of here right now.

What are you so worried about?

They don't have any evidence.

Kat, they got my fingerprints

all over the f***ing gun, alright?

- How?

- I don't know.

My lawyer says

the good thing is that ...

I got proof that I wasn't anywhere

near Clancy's house that night, right?

I got you.

But I just don't get it,

cuz the guy who lives downstairs

He says he sees me running

out the f***ing building

at 10:
45 right after

he hears the gunshot.

He said he knows it's me because

he sees the Big Al jacket, right?

But I lost that f***ing

jacket, what? Weeks ago.

Anyone could be f***ing

wearing that thing.

I don't f***ing get it.

YOu follow me?

Was Clancy killed with

the gun I sold?

No.

He was killed with the f***ing

.45 that's registered in my name.

- I don't understand.

- Somebody's f***ing with me. Okay?

- Who?

- I don't know.

Somebody

who knows us.

- Are you accusing me?

- No... I don't know

I mean I don't know

what the f*** I'm saying.

The good thing is I got

you as my proof, okay?

- You're my alibi.

- What proof, Al?

- Where were you that night?

- What do you mean?

- Where were you that night?

- Well, I was with you.

We were at home, sitting there,

playing cards, watching TV, remember?

YOu didn't want to go out that night.

We came back after the movie.

I made baked beans with

toast and a tuna melt for me.

What?

I don't remember.

Alright, don't f***ing, just don't f***ing play

games with me, Kat. You're my f***ing alibi here.

I'm getting all

mixed up with the dates.

- I was with you.

- No. I was with a friend.

And he would swear on a stack of

Bibles. He's a very religious man.

- You wouldn't do this to me, Kat.

- Betcha?

- Betcha?

- It's not too f***ing late for us.

- Please. Just... please.

- Don't beg.

You... you...

p*ssy.

I'll f***ing kill you.

I'll f***ing kill you you f***ing c*nt!

- Sit the f*** down like the dog you are, sit down.

- You'll be f***ing sorry.

You listen to me,

because I'm in control now.

And the way I

look at it is:

hips, lips, tits.

A whole woman.

What are you talking about? What the f***?

Who the f*** have you been talking to?

- I want you to listen to me, Al.

- I'll kill you.

- Listen to me, good.

- I'll kill you, baby.

You're making me very angry

and you don't want that.

because I have the power.

And you will rot

in this motherf***er

If I want you to.

Do you understand me, Al?

Do you?

You set me up, right?

You set me up.

- Don't be so dramatic.

- You and Vic, right? Okay,

you and Vic, f***. Right?

Wrong. Wrong.

Not you and Reilly.

You didn't...

Tell me you didn't f*** him, okay?

Just tell me you didn't... tell me he didn't

f***ing ask you to suck his f***ing cock!

He didn't have to, Al.

I volunteered.

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