Agenda: Payback Page #5

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Just tell me where.

876 Brown Road, 78622.

You got it down?

I got it, baby.

I'll be there as fast as I can.

Do you need me

to call the police?

No, no, no.

I got it all under control.

Rose, Rose...

wear those red panties, baby.

I'm gonna need to f*** you.

I'll wear your favorite panties.

Don't worry, baby.

[printer whirring]

Is this your place?

No.

It belongs to Joan's family.

This is nice.

You should think

about moving out here.

It's peaceful, you know?

It might be good for you,

you know?

Put your hands

behind your back.

Hands behind your back.

You know,

if you were out here,

I think you could

use the time to evaluate

all that sh*t you've been

carrying with you, you know?

That bad feeling.

I know it's not healthy

to keep that sh*t bottled up.

Buddy, don't get me wrong.

I understand, you know,

you losing your daughter.

Oh, no,

f***ing hell, I mean,

it was your own fault

for being a goddamn alcoholic.

F***, I mean, that would

f*** me up too, right?

Jesus Christ.

PETER:
You really don't see it,

do you?

You ruined every life

that you touched.

Ruined?

F*** off.

I try to help people.

I try to improve

their situation.

You're out of

your f***ing mind.

Let me tell you something.

That's really rich, coming from

the guy that wrote a script

about a kidnapping

he's actually carrying out.

Oh, yeah, oh, yeah,

I read that sh*t,

and it's f***ing glorious!

Tell me this though.

Tell me this.

Do you and I

need an agreement?

You know, because

I'm actually in the story.

Like life rights.

I think we do.

But we'll get back to that,

all right?

You're gonna kill me.

Just get it over with.

Despite everything

we've been through,

I really think you and I

can be friends,

and I also need you

to get my money back.

[Peter groans]

That doesn't feel good,

does it?

[panting]

You'll feel much better here.

Look at that, Pete.

Oh, sh*t.

You're gonna be all right.

I actually think that hurt you

more than it hurt me.

Oh, f*** you.

You really don't like me,

do you?

I'm glad that's starting

to sink in.

Ah, luckily enough,

we don't have

to like each other.

Okay, if you would be

so kind, sir,

I'm gonna need your password.

F*** yourself.

"F*** yourself."

Let's give it a try.

Okay.

Well, let's see

who's showing up next.

Come on, buddy,

it's your guest list.

Who's next?

Ms. Ellis, is she next?

Come on, old buddy.

She's not coming.

Refused the invite, huh?

F***ing attagirl, Ms. Ellis.

See? Not everybody is blaming me

for their f***-ups.

No, she wanted to come.

She's in Australia

on business.

Well, that leaves Lou and Mike.

I spoke to Mike this morning,

so it must be Lou, right?

Hey, you know

I know it was Lou.

It's f***in' Lou.

Well...

You and I are gonna be

ready for him, aren't we?

What time is he arriving?

What time is it now?

It's quarter past two.

He's late.

Yeah, that's Lou, all right.

Hey, Petey,

I ever tell you about

the time I met Lou Michaels?

F***er was just getting

started in real estate, right?

A ton of f***ing cash,

not a molecule of confidence.

And he needed me

to find him a piece

of commercial real estate

for this mall project.

And I wanted to help him,

just like I wanted

to help you, you know?

I like people.

I'm a people person.

[gun clicking]

[panting]

F***.

LOU:
Farrel.

This isn't a good time.

[chuckles]

I can see that.

You look like sh*t.

And this is exactly the time

you told me to be here.

Uh, I'm sorry, Mr. Michaels.

Plans have changed.

Uh-uh.

After our last conversation,

you assured me everything

was good, Farrel.

I paid your fee in advance,

as agreed.

I want what I paid for.

A deal's a deal.

I suggest you take me

to see Walsh, huh?

He's dead.

He what?

He...

is...

dead!

Hmm.

You telling me

I paid good money

to put a beating

on that son of a b*tch,

and now he's dead?

[laughs]

I gotta see this.

You're f***ing kidding me.

Okay.

Down here.

[Peter groans]

- Is this some kinda joke?

- He's right there.

You're gonna kill a man, Pete,

you gotta make sure he's dead.

Just an FYI.

F***.

You mind if I smoke

these things?

'Cause my body is

a f***ing temple.

Take his belt off.

Tie his arms out of the way.

We don't want this fool

putting up a fight, do we, Pete?

I'm glad to see

he's still alive.

PETER:
What are you

planning on doing now?

You know, at first,

I really wanted to kill him,

but I've had

a change of heart. I...

I think he's worth more alive,

and it gives me an opportunity

to negotiate with him,

which you can help me do.

And what if I said...

F*** you!

Then I shoot you

in the f***ing face.

[sighs]

Okay, we ready to get started?

- Absolutely.

- Attaboy.

[grunts]

What the f***'s going on?

You said he was dead.

You know, I think Mark Twain

actually said it best,

something to the effect of

"the reports of my death

have been greatly exaggerated."

I don't know if it's actually,

but you get the point.

I look like sh*t, but you can

see that I'm alive and kicking.

And, Lou, I don't think you'd be

too surprised to find out

that I'm pretty upset

with you, buddy.

You shot me.

I did, and that's normally

not something I would do.

See, Lou, I don't think you

came here to cuddle with me,

did you, buddy?

It turns out

our brand of loyalties,

and that really f***ing

hurts my feelings, Lou.

You son of a b*tch, Walsh.

- See, I like that.

- What do you want?

See, that's what I like

about you, Lou.

Full f***ing throttle.

It's all business, buddy.

You're a cross-dresser,

you get the motherfucking

sex tape!

That's what you do, Lou!

Yeah, and you've always loved

flapping your lips.

Touch.

And he's right, you know?

My therapist says I have

a sort of emotional Tourette's.

LOU:
You ask me for money?

STEVE:
I don't ask anybody

for anything but the time, so...

Nah. You just love

hearing the sound

of your own

bullshit-spouting voice.

Well, that may be, you know,

but I'm gonna tell you

just like I told her.

You never get to a point

during the f***ing,

where they control the pace

and the depth.

[Lou screams]

F***!

[groaning]

What do you want, Walsh?

You know, buddy...

this might surprise you, but...

but I am in a bit of

a financial situation

that I'm hoping you

can help me out with.

[Lou scoffs]

Y-You're asking me for money?

I don't ask anybody

for money, Lou.

I'm inquiring about your desire

to invest with me,

and you should consider it

an investment.

Think very long

and hard about it

'cause it secures

your future in this world.

Go f*** yourself.

[exhales]

Well, it looks like you need

some bit of persuading.

I don't know how

he's talked you around,

but whatever's

he's offered you...

He's the one with

the gun, a**hole.

STEVE:
Hit him in his knee.

Hit him in his knee,

I swear to God,

I'll shoot you both

in the f***ing balls.

F***ing moron.

[screaming]

You got a beautiful wife, Lou.

And your daughter, she's...

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