Agenda: Payback Page #3

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What car?

We're done talking.

What the f***

are you talking about?

Pete, Pete!

How the f***

am I supposed to know

that you're an a**hole

to your wife?

Maybe you give her

a coat when she's cold!

Maybe you hold the door open!

But maybe you don't pull

her hair when you bang her!

God!

[spits]

They like that sh*t,

you f***ing p*ssy!

Steve, Steve.

There's somebody else

here to see you.

Please tell me

it's not my mom. Christ.

Taken enough sh*t for one day.

ANDREW:
You were always one

for a good joke, Steve.

And there was a time when

I would've laughed with you.

Holy sh*t, Andrew.

I ain't seen you since you

were the Democratic poster boy.

Yeah, well, we were both

a lot younger then.

Yeah.

You mind if we have

a moment alone?

We have some business

to discuss in private.

You don't have a stick of gum,

do you?

Cocksucker punched me in the

nose a couple times. Just...

F***in' tastes like blood,

you know?

ANDREW:
Yeah, I do.

I can't...

I appreciate it.

So... what the f***

are you doing here?

I, uh...

Sure you want something

from me, right?

Do you remember

when we first met?

[chuckles]

Yeah, you f***ing weirdo.

The Italian restaurant.

I don't remember the name.

- Starts with a f***ing C.

- Carpaccios.

Nice beef with

a Stilton gravy on it.

The waitress with the legs all

the way up to her f***ing ass.

I remember.

I got my face

buried in that ass.

F***ing glorious.

What you told me that night?

I...

We talked about a number

of things that night, buddy.

Half the conversations were

under the influence of vino.

Well, let me remind you.

You promised the ring

off your finger

that you could triple

my campaign money

in less than 72 hours.

Yeah, I remember

the conversation.

I remember distinctively

the conversation.

It was the Flomech deal.

Of course. I mean, it was

a f***ing rock solid deal.

Each and every one of us were on

the f***ing ground floor, yeah.

Then why did I end up

with an empty account

and no ring from your finger?

For the same f***ing reason

that I did.

No one in their right mind

could have foreseen

the CEO being brought up

on charges

- for insider trading.

- But still...

If the deal presented itself

today, I'd recommend you do it.

Still, you promised me

that ring.

There is no ring!

You're right!

There is no ring.

- Then what?

- Then it looks like

I'm taking

the f***ing finger!

No! I can pay you!

Goddamn it!

Then continue.

F***, you gonna cut my finger?

You put in 100,000 with

a promise for three in return.

Fine! Goddamn it!

Plus interest.

Fine! What kind of interest

do you want?

That was a while back.

How about... 50?

Fine. 50 grand.

Done, fine.

F***!

Goddamn it!

Cut me loose.

We'll go right now

to Grand National.

You just... I'll...

There's nothing I can do

to help you.

You gotta let me go to the bank,

if you want the money, buddy.

F***'s sake, I just so happens

I don't travel around

with 350 f***ing grand cash

in my pocket.

Call your bank.

That's my f***ing...

Give me a phone.

Give me a phone.

I'll call 'em.

I don't have one.

What the f*** do you mean,

you don't have a phone?

I have one,

but it's not here with me.

- Why?

- It's at the office

because they are

f***ing traceable,

and I was never f***ing here,

you genius.

So what then, Andrew?

What...

Why don't you

just get to the point?

Tell me what the f***

you want.

What is it that you

f***ing want? Tell me.

You're clearly here

for a f***ing reason.

We politicians have

a bad rap nowadays.

We're accused

of talking too much.

We make no decisions

or the wrong ones.

We spend too much or we don't

develop enough programs.

We don't defend our country,

but we overspend

on the military,

and so forth and so on

and blah blah blah.

You get where I'm going here?

No, and I don't know what

the f*** you're talking about.

We are accused of having

no accountability.

What the f*** does that

have to do with anything?

No accountability?

It has to do with everything.

Sooner or later,

we will all be judged

on what we have or what we

have not done during our life.

Fine, I'll give you

10 extra bonus points,

you get me out now,

access to a f***ing bonus round!

- What the f***!

- You're a funny man.

[laughs]

That's funny!

- What the f*** do you want?

- I'll tell you the truth.

I don't give a sh*t

about the 100K I lost

or the return I never got.

- Then what?

- Acts and consequences.

What?

My opponent ran on

this bullshit platform

of cutting taxes

and lowering costs.

Oh, God, that's crazy.

Cutting taxes, lowering costs,

that sounds...

You fucks have elections

every four years anyway.

It's too f***ing late for that.

- God.

- No.

There was a bridge.

It was in bad disrepair.

Needed to be torn down

and rebuilt.

My opponent,

the new administration,

he decided to fix it,

just long enough for it

to last for another four years.

Well, it didn't.

It collapsed six months later,

just as a school bus full of

children were crossing it.

- 23 died!

- You can't blame...

17 families never stopped

mourning their dear angels!

Your logic train just skipped

a few tracks to land there.

If I only had that money,

I'd have won that election

and none of that

would've happened.

How the f***

do you make that leap?

Are you f***ing kidding me?

You can't pin that sh*t...

I didn't kill anyone!

No, you didn't kill those kids.

You didn't topple that bridge.

You didn't cut the budget,

you didn't lose the election,

but your actions

provoked all the above.

What do you want, Andrew?

What the f*** do you want?

Just tell me.

How much?

It's the money, right?

How much?

Just give me a number.

Stop the bullshit

and give me a f***ing number.

Have the f***ing balls

to give me a number!

What do you want?

I'll pay you! What?

Oh, you're gonna pay me?

With what?

Money you stole

from other people?

No, no.

Did I really just hear

a politician talk to me

about spending other

people's money?

- F*** you!

- No, f*** you.

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

- F*** you!

I want what you

f***ing promised!

F*** you! Damn it!

- You f***ing cut me!

- You promised!

You motherfucking

piece of sh*t!

F*** you!

Goddamn it!

STEVE:
Goddamn it, you f***er!

[Steve grunting]

[grunting]

Shut up!

Jesus Christ.

Thank you for that,

Mr. Farrel.

It was cathartic.

[flicks lighter]

Nah, I quit

when I stopped drinking.

That's a good idea.

Hey.

And this.

Yeah...

MAN:
Where have you been

the last couple of days?

STEVE:
It was paperwork.

This is no f***ing good.

[voices echoing]

MAN:
Don't think about it.

Is he here?

Yeah.

Your fee, as discussed.

You said 25.

How long have I got?

An hour enough?

More than enough.

STEVE:
Sonia.

Sonia.

I knew it was you, sweetie.

I always recognize that voice.

Dark in here.

Much better.

Jesus Christ,

you look like sh*t.

I gotta admit, I'm not having

my best of days, baby.

Well, I always warned you

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