Alpha Dog Page #4

- I know what it is. It's a bong.

- You want to tell me about it?

- No.

- You smoking pot?

- No.

Now, look at me!

We have to talk, Son.

I don't want

to f***ing talk, Dad.

Well, that's too bad.

Sit down.

Dad! I just f***ing woke up!

Goddamn it!

Let me put some

f***ing clothes on.

God! F***ing dick!

OLIVIA:
Yes, he should be

grounded. He should be

something, for God's sake!

Zack, come down here!

Zack?

- Are you f***ing kidding me?

- What?

That's Tattooey's brother.

Pull over.

Hey, what's up?

Come here.

Come here,

you little f***er.

What the f***

you running for, b*tch?

Let's go, let's go.

Come on.

Dude,

what the f*** are you doing?

I didn't f***ing do anything.

Shut the f*** up

and get in the f***ing van!

F***ing idiot.

Just take him to your place.

We can't take him to my place.

I told you, my dad's there.

I thought you said

he was cool.

B*tch, he is cool.

But you didn't tell me

we'd be bringing along

a f***ing hostage!

Dude, he's not a hostage,

all right?

I told you, I don't know

what I'm doing right now,

all right.

- I'm thinking.

- Well, think.

Well... Hey,

we got to take him someplace.

All right.

I know somewhere we can go.

But you got to be

f***ing cool.

(TV CHATTERING)

- CHUCKY:
Yeah?

- Yo!

Hey, what's up, man?

- What's up, Chucky?

- What's up, bro?

- Lot of dudes, bro.

- I know, man.

All right. Bring them in.

Hey, Chuck, this is Truelove,

the guy I was

telling you about.

- Hey, what's up, man?

- Do you have a room we could use?

- A room?

- Yeah.

Yeah, I got one

all the way down to the left.

Thanks.

So, what's up, man?

You know,

we're just chilling, man.

- Getting high. Getting ready to go to Fiesta.

- Smoking weed.

Thanks, man.

So, how you been?

Been good. Chilling.

Ripping waves. Hanging out.

(ZACK SHOUTING)

Yo! What the f*** is going on

back there, man?

Do you want me

to go check it out?

Yeah. I mean,

four dudes I've never met

are in my f***ing bedroom.

Yeah.

MAN:
Give me your hands.

JOHNNY:
Give me the tape.

Whoa! What the f***

are you doing, man?

Are you nuts?

You can't do that!

- You guys are out of your f***ing mind.

- What the hell is this?

- Who the f*** are you?

- Shut up.

Hey, Chucky,

they got a kid tied up

in your bedroom!

- Hey, calm down.

- There's a kid!

- What?

- It's not like that.

- Johnny's just a little crazy right now.

- A little crazy right now?

- We stole this kid...

- What?

- I don't know...

- Hey!

I thought I told you

to shut your mouth.

And you

mind your f***ing business.

Mind my business?

This is my f***ing house!

Frankie, you better put

your boy in check. Tell them

what f***ing time it is.

- Oh, it's like that, huh?

- Just like that, b*tch.

I get it. Yo, Lump,

let's get out of here.

Yo! I'm going

to f***ing Fiesta.

And when I get back,

none of you motherfuckers

better be here.

Let's get out of here, girls.

Lump, let's go.

- F***.

- F***ing shitheads.

Hey, Chucky, man,

I'm really sorry

about all this, bro.

F***!

(TV CHATTERING)

What's going on?

Why aren't you guys ready?

- What are we going to do with the kid, man?

- Who cares?

Throw him in the f***ing

closet. Pick him up later.

Leave him in the van.

I don't give a f***.

Hey, yo, Johnny.

I got a date

back in the Valley.

I got to get back, man.

Me, too.

You just remembered now, huh?

- Yeah.

- Yeah, man.

Hey, my girl gets mad

if I don't f*** her.

You pussies want to go home?

Fine. Take the f***ing van.

Listen. You don't

have to do that,

you know.

I mean, you can put me

in a closet.

I'm not gonna run anywhere.

Do me a favor.

Shut up before

I shut you the f*** up.

Johnny.

Why is this motherf***er

even talking, anyway?

I thought we taped him up.

He couldn't breathe.

Just drop me off on the strip.

I'm going to f***ing Fiesta.

I'm not letting

this little motherf***er

throw my weekend.

He couldn't breathe.

- What about me?

- No.

- No what?

- He stays with you.

What?

I said,

"All f***ing queers are deaf,"

motherf***er.

- Why me, dude?

- Because I f***ing said so.

Don't f*** around, man.

I can't f***ing take him

to my dad's house like that.

Well, then, untie him, genius.

You heard the kid.

He ain't running, are you?

- What? No.

- There you go.

Go home, tell Juergen he's

your new little butt buddy

and he's spending the night.

Meanwhile,

I'll talk to Mazursky.

He must be going crazy

right now.

Hey, what's going on?

It's a madhouse.

Your brother's scaring

the sh*t out of all of us.

You try his friends?

Maybe he has a girl.

We've tried everything.

Friends, cops, hospitals.

Nothing.

You don't think

the kid's just, like,

out f***ing around?

I mean, you can't keep

the kid locked

in the house forever.

Maybe. I don't know.

We did have an argument

this morning.

Okay, well, that's what it is,

then, right?

I hope so.

- Well, what do you think?

- I don't know.

But, we can't

rule anything out, so...

I have to ask you

a few questions.

- Okay?

- Okay.

You know anybody

who'd want to hurt Zack?

- No.

- You?

Me what?

You have a beef with anybody

I should know about?

- No.

- That person you owe money to?

You owe somebody money?

Oh, Jesus! You just tell me

how much and I

will write the check.

- It's not really like that, Olivia.

- Really? What's it like?

Tell me what it's like, you...

Goddamn you! You f***!

- Get him back here!

- Please relax.

Get him back here to me.

Bring him back here!

I'm going to find him,

I promise you.

I promise you.

(SOBBING)

I'll find him.

BUTCH:
Where are you going?

(MUSIC PLAYING)

De Rosa! Where's Johnny?

I don't know, dawg.

Is he here?

- That's what I'm asking you, "dawg"!

- Excuse me, we were talking.

- Klemash, where's the f***ing crew?

- Man, I ain't seen them dudes.

What the f*** was that?

You give me your back?

You turn away from me?

- Why are you tripping, homes?

- Back up, freak-ass!

Don't touch her!

You f***ing a**hole!

(SCREAMING)

If anybody

sees Johnny Truelove,

tell them Jake Mazursky

is looking for him!

Thank you.

(ALL YELLING)

(CAR HORN HONKING)

BOY:
Hey, suck my dick!

Dude.

(WOMEN SHOUTING)

You better

back the f*** off me, man!

- I'm going to get a beer. You want one?

- Yeah, sure.

- Here you go, man.

- Thanks.

- Cigarette?

- No, I don't smoke.

F*** that.

It's good for you.

Hey, man,

what if I said you could

walk over there right now,

jump on a bus,

catch a ride home?

I turn my back, tell Truelove

you f***ing ran away

or something.

What do you think about that?

I don't know, Frankie.

I mean, I don't want to cause

any problems for my brother,

you know?

So, I think, I'm just

going to ride it out,

see what happens.

All right?

All right.

All right.

Try and

keep it down, okay?

(WOMEN LAUGHING)

Dad?

Frankie?

Frankie.

- I'm so glad to see you, bro!

- I know.

- So glad. Oh, my beautiful baby!

- Come on, Dad, don't do that.

Hey, come to bed.

I love you.

I want you to meet

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