Alpha Dog Page #6

Dude, this is f***ing wrong!

Doesn't anybody else think

that this is f***ing wrong?

- No!

- Susan, take a f***ing Valium! Okay?

- It's not even any of your business.

- No! It is my house!

Jesus Christ,

calm the f*** down. All right.

I'm going to roll us

the biggest f***ing joint

anyone has ever seen.

- You down with that, Zack?

- Absolutely.

Hey. What's up,

you blunted f*ggot?

What's up,

you short b*tch?

Make yourself busy, baby.

We got to talk some business.

- Can I get you guys a drink?

- Pia Colada?

It's not a bar, baby.

There's no

f***ing Pia Colada.

Not even a little can?

No, but I got some wine.

I can make you a spritzer.

Okay.

Sit down.

What's the f***ing deal?

I don't know what to do.

- What do you mean?

- About the kid.

We could be

in a lot of trouble.

- Trouble?

- Yeah.

Big-ass,

serious-as-sh*t trouble.

I mean, you can't

just take a kid

and have no one notice.

That's what I told you.

Didn't I say that?

- You did, all right?

- F***!

But, still,

we are where we are.

Right here, you know?

I mean, it's a big problem

and we got to fix it.

- So what do we do?

- I don't know.

There's an answer here.

There's, like, a solution.

But I'm just...

I'm just not seeing it.

I don't know.

Maybe we're f***ed.

We're not f***ed.

- What do you mean, f***ed?

- Jail f***ed, motherf***er.

If we let the kid go,

he runs back to Mommy

and Daddy and he rats us out.

- Maybe he won't.

- Not to mention Tattooey.

Who knows what

that crazy motherf***er

is gonna do?

We're all gonna be looking

over our f***ing shoulders.

I don't think the kid

will spill. I really don't.

Yeah, but what if he does?

- F*** that sh*t.

- You see what I'm saying?

I'm not f***ing

going to prison!

Look, I just won't.

Yeah. Me neither, b*tch.

What the f*** you think

I'm talking about?

I'm not f***ing kidding, John.

This is really f***ing bad.

The best thing we could do

would be to get ahold

of Tattooey,

and to straighten him

and all this sh*t out

once and for all.

Well, where is

that motherf***er?

Who the f*** knows, man?

I don't know.

He's probably laying low,

looking to shoot me

in the f***ing head.

I mean, think about it.

That's what I'd be doing.

Stop already, all right!

You know how I get

with this anxiety sh*t.

(COUGHING)

Frankie?

- Frankie?

- Yeah.

I swear to God, man,

I'm hyperventilating.

I want to ask you something.

What? F***.

Hypothetically, all right?

This isn't real, right?

We're just talking here.

But...

What would you say if I were

to offer you $2,500

just to kill the kid?

Kill him?

Yeah, f***ing wax him.

Are you f***ing insane?

I'm not going to

f***ing kill the kid.

That's a f***ing joke, right?

Of course it's

a f***ing joke, man!

You're so f***ing stupid.

- You're an a**hole, man!

- All right, man, I'm just playing.

Well, stop f***ing around.

Look, man, can't we just

grease the kid?

You know tell him

he can hang out anytime.

That he's our boy.

Throw a f***ing arm around him

or something.

- Give him a few bucks?

- Right.

And tell him

when Mommy and Daddy ask,

to say that he ran away

with some girl or something.

- Yeah, maybe, yeah.

- I mean, look...

I mean, we'd have to get

the story straight,

but we can make it work, man.

- I know we could. We just grease the kid.

- Yeah.

- And then it's taken care of.

- Yeah. Yeah.

And that way we're not

running around here like

a bunch of f***ing Chinamen.

Done.

See, that's what I love

about you, man.

You're smarter than me.

(LOUD MUSIC PLAYING)

F***!

Whoa, whoa.

Let me see that.

Come here.

- Does it hurt?

- No.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Could I talk to you alone

for a minute?

What's up?

I just wanted to say

sorry about all this sh*t.

You know, I know that

this is a big pain in the ass.

This whole thing

is really f***ing ridiculous.

- Yeah.

- Are you okay?

I mean, is everybody

treating you all right?

I mean, you got enough to eat?

- Yeah.

- Yeah?

You need anything?

You need some dough?

No, I'm good.

- Are you sure? I mean, I...

- No, no, I'm really good. Really.

I mean, I know this is hard,

but this is all going to get

squared away soon,

you know, I promise.

All right, cool.

All right.

I got to jet, but...

You know something?

You know, you're...

You're a pretty stand-up guy.

- Thanks.

- I mean, your brother is a d*ckhead.

I mean, he's my boy

and I love him,

but he's just, you know...

I mean, he's acting

a motherfucking fool

right now, you know.

- Yeah, I know.

- Yeah.

Well...

Anyways, tomorrow.

This will all be over

by tomorrow.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

(PANTING)

Hi.

Hey, baby. What's up?

I thought you were

spending the night out.

I was. I just...

I really needed to talk.

- Talk?

- Yeah.

- What, now?

- Kind of.

One night. I ask for one night

out of the whole f***ing year

to make love to your father

and you won't even

give that to me?

I'm X-ing right now.

I can't understand

anything you're saying.

- I'm sorry, Mom, okay?

- F***!

He was wearing a brown shirt,

a blue sweatshirt,

brown tennis shoes

and his grandfather's ring.

It has a red stone.

Baby, you got a phone call.

I'll take it upstairs.

Okay.

Excuse me.

Hello. Hello.

Yo. It's me.

The midget.

You got some set of balls

calling me here.

What's the matter?

You don't answer

a motherfucking page?

- We got nothing to talk about.

- Oh, I think we do, don't you?

Straighten out

all this sh*t

once and for all?

There's nothing to

straighten out, motherf***er.

I know it was you.

I don't know

what you're talking about.

Johnny, I know. I know!

And you're dead.

- Don't threaten me.

- F*** that! It's a promise.

No matter where you go,

no matter what you do,

I'm going to hunt you down.

I'm going to hunt you down,

and then I'm going to

slit your throat

and then I'm going

to cut you open

and then I'm gonna eat

your motherfucking heart!

You better pray!

Johnny, you better

f***ing pray that the cops

find you before I do!

Get on your cocksucking knees

and pray!

Hello? Hello?

WOMAN ON INTERCOM:

Mr. Nolder,

Johnny Truelove on two.

Hey, Cock and Balls,

what can I do for you?

Question for you.

Let's say, someone owes

someone I know money

and won't pay.

So that someone I know

has his boys snatch

the deadbeat's kid brother

till does he does pay.

- What kind of problems is he looking at?

- Big ones.

If he asks for ransom,

he's looking at life.

Hello? You there, Cock?

- Life?

- Life, yeah.

- So what does he do?

- I don't know.

Probably digs a deep hole.

Why? What's the matter?

Who's in trouble?

SUSAN:
What the hell

is he still doing here?

FRANKIE:
You got to

chill the f*** out, Susan.

I mean, you keep

running your f***ing mouth,

Truelove could go to jail

and we can wind up dead.

F*** you, all right.

You don't know.

That motherf***er's crazy.

Yesterday he offered me

2,500 bucks to kill the kid.

- What?

- Right. Kill him.

Oh, Jesus.

First you give me mouth

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