All Nighter Page #5

I know that girl.

E'eryone is right now...

Megan?

Where are my keys?

Megan, are...

Are you okay?

Why is Bri-baby being

such a dick-face right now?

Um, i... I don't know

who that is.

Bri-baby.

Oh, I'm so outta here.

And if he doesn't like it,

he can kiss my ass.

Well, uh...

Is this my car?

Well, oh, oh, no.

This my car?

I don't think

it's such a good idea

for you to be driving

right now, Megan.

Well, maybe it's not such

a good idea for your face

to be a dick right now.

Right. Okay.

Uh...

Mr. Gallo...

Yeah.

Where do you live, Megan?

You know where.

Burger king.

Because we're trying

to drive you home.

Oh, I don't want to go home.

I want to go

to the par-tay.

Are you still on sweetzer?

I want to go to the party

so I can blow Dan Franklin.

Let's get her home, for

Dan Franklin's sake.

Yeah, I think

she's still on sweetzer.

It's just a right

at the next light.

Yeah?

Okay, slow down, Barry.

What the hell do you mean

they're backing out? They...

Barry. Barry.

Barry.

F***.

F***ing phone died.

Perfect.

Take a picture, and post it

on Bri-baby's

Twitter f***.

You gonna make it upstairs okay?

Where is it?

Where it's at?

We'll...

We'll help you up.

Got it.

Why don't you get rid of Martin

so me and you can go

to the party and party?

I think you're

kind of partied out, kiddo.

Ah, I'm fine.

I had, like, two shots.

I'm f***in' fine.

I just need to spit.

Megan:

Where are you taking me?

Okay. All right.

There you go.

Where am I?

Move just a little bit.

Okay.

Drink this.

Uh-uh. Uh-uh.

Megan...

Uh-uh. Uh-uh...

Drink this. It's gonna

make you feel better.

Mm. I'm not thirsty.

It'll make you

feel better, Megan.

Uh-uh.

Drink it.

We can make out if you want.

That's a nice offer,

but I'm good.

Mm, 'cause you're so in

love with Ginnie still.

Well, sure, that, and I think

you still have

some vomit in your hair.

That's f***ed up, dude.

'Cause you know she's in

love with someone else.

She is?

Mm-hmm.

Who's that?

Mr. hot stuff.

Mm.

Mr. hot stuff?

Dude's ripped.

That's...

Awesome.

This Mr. hot stuff...

Does he have a name?

Megan?

Megan, what's his name?

M-Megan.

Megan. Megan.

This girl is friends

with my daughter?

Yeah.

This isn't Ginnie,

Mr. Gallo.

She's not like this.

Let me find you a shirt.

What the f*** is going on here?

Hey, uh, no.

Now, um...

What the f*** is going on here?

Hey, relax, okay? We gave the girl a ride.

That's all.

That's my f***ing

girlfriend, dude!

Oh, you're, um,

Bri-baby.

I-I'm Martin.

I'm Martin.

I'm Ginnie's

ex-boyfriend,

Megan's friend Ginnie.

Why is this dude

f***ing shirtless?

Just relax, Bri-baby.

Your girlfriend

threw up on me is all.

Tell you what.

We'll just, uh,

give you a few dollars

for the shirt,

and, uh, we'll just...

Hey, Martin...

F***.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Martin:
Hey!

I think he's...

He's...

Oh, he's breathing.

He's breathing.

Good for him.

Let's get out of here.

That-a-way.

That doesn't look too bad.

F***ing hurts.

How 'bout the smell?

I still smell like vomit?

Little bit.

Oh.

What?

Thanks.

You really had my back up there.

Yeah, well, Mr. Gallo...

You can call me frank.

I don't think

I can do that, Mr. Gallo,

but you're welcome.

Megan said Ginnie

had a new boyfriend.

Yeah.

Mr. hot stuff.

Bartender at the club

said the same thing.

Well, so...

We probably won't

be finding her tonight,

and that's because

she's with him.

Look, Martin...

So even if we do find her, find

them, how's it gonna look?

I'm tooling around with her dad.

She's shacked up

with her new boyfriend.

So she's dating someone else.

So what?

I mean, don't you still want

to know that she's okay?

Aren't you at all worried

that none of the people

we talked to tonight

know where she is?

Of course I'm worried about her.

Because I thought you

still cared about her.

Of course I still

care about her!

She broke my heart!

Has that not been spelled

out enough for you tonight?

Your daughter f***ed my sh*t up.

My life has been a complete wreck

for the last three months.

I mean, I can't eat. I can't think

straight. I can't play music.

All I've literally

been able to do...

Is sleep.

So what do you

want to do, go home?

Yes.

Crawl into bed, sleep some more?

Yes, that's exactly

what I wanna do.

Martin, I get it.

I do, but...

It's a f***ing terrible feeling.

It sucks, but...

I don't think retreating

into your shell

is doing you a lot of good.

Listen, I'm telling you this

from personal experience, okay?

Life goes by really fast.

If you half-ass it now,

you're gonna feel it later.

Yeah.

Okay.

Okay. Where to now?

There you go, juicy.

Since we're, um,

exploring our options...

And I know this is

a sensitive area,

but maybe you could try

calling Ginnie's mom.

I'm not calling

Ginnie's mother, period.

End of story. End of story.

Okay, but I was thinking...

All right.

So why'd you

and Ginnie break up?

You know that

prizewinning douchebag

Trevor back at the club,

he was saying that Ginnie

is out of my league.

She's an amazing girl,

as you obviously know.

She's smart, beautiful, funny,

and tough.

Yeah, and, um...

She is out of my league.

Well...

Maybe she saw

something you don't.

Maybe she did,

but I started to get

insecure about it,

and then I got jealous

and moody.

I don't know.

It was my fault.

I just...

I f***ed it up.

I f***ed it all up.

We all f*** it up sometimes.

There it is.

So procurement,

what is that?

Forget about it.

No, no.

I'm curious, really.

I bid on contracts

from foreign governments

to procure for them

anything they need in bulk,

grain, seed, fertilizer,

f***ing nuts and bolts,

what have you.

Ah.

Okay.

Procurement.

Actually, figuring how to

get 20 tons of corn feed

from Germany to Nigeria can be more

exciting than it might sound like.

But it's also...

Just not a normal

lifestyle, you know?

Makes it harder

to see my daughter,

for example.

Hey, you know

that other girl at the club?

What girl?

What do you mean,

"what girl?"

The one I saw you talking to.

She's into you.

What, Lois?

Wait. How...

How did you even...

You weren't even there.

Jesus, Martin, wake up.

90% of that sh*t

is body language, okay?

She's into you.

Wow, really?

Huh, Lois.

I just...

You gotta be kidding me.

Gary?

Hey!

Hey, how's it going, guys?

Hey, did you find Ginnie?

Was she at the cafe?

No.

Aw, bummer. Bummer.

You don't think she got

kidnapped, do you?

No! Jesus, Gary!

Hey, does Roberta

know you're here?

Yeah. Yeah, no.

She sent me out for groceries.

Um, I had to replace the cheese.

Yeah, so how's that going,

the grocery shopping?

I don't know. I think

I just, um, needed...

Air.

Yeah, 'cause actually, uh...

I don't know

if you guys noticed,

but Roberta and I have actually

been having a lot

of problems lately.

No sh*t? Really?

No idea.

Apparently,

the sight of my face

nauseates her

is what she told me verbatim.

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