Alpha Dog Page #3

- Oh, boy.

- Get inside.

- Oh, Dad!

You wanted him,

you got him.

Hi!

Bye!

BUTCH:
You're a real

son of a b*tch,

you know that?

Come on!

MAN:
I was f***ing my dog

one time, right?

No, no, no. Hey...

Hey, look at the caboose

on that one.

I could crack that open

like a peach.

Are you f***ing kidding me?

You are a f***ing dinosaur,

Cosmo.

Come on. You're dead.

You can't do anything.

Your balls

are all wrinkled up.

- What?

- What?

"What?" You deaf f***.

I said you're old.

I can knock the bottom

out of her.

You don't even know

what a bottom is.

You don't know what to do.

Balls deep.

Hey, waitress!

What can I do for you?

What did you have in mind?

Just get another

round of drinks.

- You haven't finished the last ones.

- I didn't ask you that.

- Just get us some more f***ing drinks.

- Get us some drinks, b*tch!

Come on.

Mind your manners.

We're fine.

Just give me the bill.

Hey, no, Dad.

Come on, I got it.

Oh, you got it, huh?

What are you...

Look at this guy.

- Special occasion.

- Big spender over here!

- Come on, Cos, let's go.

- Johnny says we're leaving, let's go!

Hey, Johnny,

watch this.

- Tell Jake we stopped in.

- Oh, I will.

When I told Jake

what happened,

he f***ing flipped out.

And I had to calm him down.

He was going to kill Johnny.

Jake's like that.

He's a very passionate

person.

But I told him,

"No. If you're gonna

do something,

"you got to f***ing

hit him where it hurts."

Johnny had a car stolen

by a mutual acquaintance,

and he was trying to collect

on the insurance money.

Jake comes in,

salts the whole f***ing deal,

insurance company

catches wind of it,

they don't pay out.

Costs Johnny $30,000.

Of course,

Johnny had to retaliate.

It's f***ing business.

Mr. Johansson

wants to see you.

You wanted to see me?

Sit down.

What's up, Pete?

Your probation officer called.

You talked to Mr. Lampington?

I thought he was out of town.

Yeah. Well,

I talked to him.

He says you've been getting

into trouble again.

Breaking into houses,

using drugs. Speed, mainly.

It's not true.

- Yeah, it is.

- No, it's not.

Pete, I swear to God.

Dude. Dude! It's...

I feel you. I'm right here.

Don't look at me that way.

I'm telling you

the f***ing truth!

I'm totally

f***ing straight, man!

I mean, I'm a little...

Mr. Lampington

is so full of sh*t.

He's out of f***ing town.

How would he know

what I'm doing?

- You disappoint me.

- Pete.

Pete.

I swear to f***ing God.

I need you

to take a drug test.

Pete, come on.

I need this job.

I need this job.

- I really need this job.

- Fill it up.

I need this f***ing job!

Back off!

F*** you! F*** you!

F*** you!

Get the f*** out of here!

You're fired!

Get your sh*t and get out!

Do not let him back in here!

I will take you down

to hell with me!

Get the f*** out of here!

I will take you down

to f***ing hell with me!

I will take you down

to hell with me!

(MUSIC BLARING)

(MEN WHOOPING)

You want to play some games,

Truelove? Let's play

some motherfucking games.

(DOGS BARKING)

Motherf***er. F*** that!

JAKE:
Where's

this motherf***er?

Where you at? Johnny?

- Johnny!

- MAN:
Go check the bathroom.

Johnny!

Jake!

Truelove!

Truelove!

- Oh, sh*t, look at this f***ing TV!

- F*** the TV.

Shut the f*** up!

Shoot the f***ing...

F*** the motherfucking dog,

man.

(JAKE GRUNTING)

MAN 1:
The b*tch ain't here,

man. Let's get out of here.

What the f***

are you doing, man?

What the f***

did you eat, bro?

MAN 2:
Be careful,

don't step on your own sh*t.

Oh, man, this f***er's

real heavy. Sh*t.

No, don't drop it. Wait.

Don't f***ing drop it.

MAN 1:
Yo, I'm keeping

this motherfucking TV.

Don't f*** with it.

Don't f*** with it,

all right?

- You ready or what?

- MAN 2:
Let's go, come on.

- Let's get the f*** out of here.

- Let's go!

Fiesta, motherfuckers,

we ready?

Yo, what the f***, dude?

We're moving, bro.

- Moving?

- Goddamn right.

It's too f***ing hot.

Too many a**holes

know where I live.

You see this?

Holy sh*t!

Yo, Johnny,

what happened, man?

I come home last night.

My window was busted

and my TV is missing.

- F***, right?

- F***!

- Tell him about the sh*t.

- The sh*t?

F***ing crackhead Mazursky

took a sideways sh*t

on the living room carpet.

- What? Where?

- Right here.

On the wet spot.

A big f***ing steaming crap.

Longways, like this, dawg.

- That's f***ed up.

- Is that nuts or what?

What this motherf***er

wipe his ass with? His hand?

I don't know, fucko.

I told you I wasn't here.

Whatever. That fool

is f***ing nasty, man.

Check this sh*t out.

AUTOMATED VOICE:

Sunday, 12:
00 a.m.

JAKE:
This is just

the beginning, b*tch.

This is Li'l Shooter.

You're dead, homes.

You hear me,

you f***ing dwarf?

I know where

your mother lives.

I know

where your brother lives.

I know where your papi lives.

We going to play some games,

motherf***er!

- Mazursky, right?

- Can you believe that sh*t?

After everything I've done

for that motherf***er?

Look, Johnny, f*** him.

Let's get the hell

out of Dodge. Go to Fiesta.

F*** some b*tches.

- That's what I'm talking about.

- Right?

Let's run through some sh*t!

Schmitty, we're going

to go to the Springs

for a couple days.

You stay here

and get everything

all boxed up and out.

I don't want to see sh*t here

when I get back, okay?

- All right.

- All right. I want a receipt, too.

Yeah, and maybe

if you guys are still there

when I get finished,

I'll cruise down there.

- Yeah. Maybe you can blow me.

- F*** you, dick. I wanna come.

Yeah, yeah. Just make sure

you get the sh*t smell

out of the carpet, b*tch!

I don't get it.

What are we doing?

Let's go break

this f***ing guy's head.

Mazursky!

He's not here.

I'm telling you,

he's gone, man. Look,

his car is not even here.

That don't mean sh*t.

There's not even

any f***ing lights on.

How are the lights going

to be on? It's the middle

of the f***ing day.

What the f*** are we doing?

I don't know,

but I'm not standing here

like a f***ing idiot.

- What are you doing?

- I'm just kidding.

All right,

so quit f***ing around.

Hey! Yo, J!

Check it out.

97 miles an hour,

motherf***er!

- Okay.

- Let's see what you got.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Manny motherfucking Ramirez,

motherf***er!

You guys are f***ing idiots.

(BUTCH AND OLIVIA CHATTERING)

Jesus! Make more noise.

He's 15. You remember

when you were 15?

You know what?

For once in your life,

your tennis match will wait.

Why do you have to be such

a f***ing p*ssy?

What are you thinking?

What are you

getting crazy about?

- It's not that big a deal.

- I am not crazy!

- If you were ever here...

- Would you just leave it?

...you might notice that.

- Oh, great. Let's just let him turn out like...

- Like what, Olivia? Like who?

- Like what?

- Say it. Like Jake?

Hey.

What's going on?

Oh, jeez.

BUTCH:
Come here.

Come here.

Your mother found this

in your room.

- It's a pipe.

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