Alpha Dog Page #8

Who's sucking

whose cock now, huh, Frankie?

- F*** that! I'm out.

- F*** that? You're f***ing in.

I'm up here to clean up

your mess, and you're gonna

f***ing help me,

or the whole world

is gonna come down

on your head.

All right!

F***ing let go of me!

What the f***

do you want me to do?

(DOOR CREAKING OPEN)

ELVIS:
We need some tape.

- F*** that!

- You're gonna dig.

Dig this, b*tch!

- You're gonna do it. You're gonna help me.

- F*** that! No f***ing way.

Ain't no f***ing way, Elvis.

I'm not digging.

F*** you! I did my sh*t.

This is the line,

motherf***er!

Everybody's got one

and mine's a f***ing grave,

all right?

You want to shoot me? Shoot me

right f***ing here.

I don't give a f***!

Hey, excuse me?

Where's Frankie?

I need a ride home.

KEITH:
Whoa.

- What's going on, man?

- ELVIS:
Come on, I need your help.

What the f*** do you need

duct tape for, dude?

Where is everybody?

Keith said he needed

a ride home,

so that guy gave him one.

What are you watching?

- Austin Powers.

- All right.

Sh*t's so funny.

This sh*t's been going on for,

like, I don't know,

two minutes.

You wanna run

to the store for me?

Get me some cigarettes?

Dude, I'm too young

and they won't sell to me.

Let's take a drive,

let's go somewhere.

You want to?

No, I'm cool.

I just want to watch a movie.

Okay.

(ANGELA LAUGHING)

- Angela.

- What the f*** is going on?

- What did you do?

- Nothing.

- Are you all right?

- She's fine.

We're going in the other room,

we need to talk.

F*** that.

It is my birthday.

- No, we're going right now!

- Don't you f***ing touch me!

- Hey, the party's over, wait a second.

- F***!

You don't talk to your mother

like that.

We're trying to help you!

- Where's the kid?

- Who?

- Where's Mazursky?

- I don't know who you're talking...

Dad, I swear.

F***ing get off me!

You're f***ing stupid!

Stupid, John! Don't you

f***ing get it, you moron?

There's a Missing Persons

poster on every street corner!

You're in deep sh*t, Johnny.

The cops pick you up,

you're doing 25 to life.

- You don't think I know that?

- You've f***ed your life up so bad.

The only way you're going

to unfuck it is that

you come clean now, John.

- You come clean now!

- Calm down, calm down.

Let me talk to him, all right?

Come on, let me talk to him.

Look, everybody's

getting excited here.

What your father's

trying to say is

we have a plan.

You bring the kid home,

we have a sit-down.

Me, you, the mother,

the father, everybody.

Sonny brings his checkbook,

and we settle it right there.

- That will never work.

- I'm not saying it will.

You're probably looking

at some jail time.

But if that's

our only option,

I'll walk you

right through custody,

we'll do it the right way.

I guarantee you do

minimum sentence.

Be smart, kid.

Let the spooks

do the hard time.

F*** that. No jail.

Two years? A piece of cake.

Winter, summer,

winter, summer, done.

- No.

- Then you tell us your plan, Einstein.

You tell us

how this all turns out.

- Hey, Keith, what's up?

- I fell.

You fell?

- Hey.

- Don't f***ing touch me.

- What's up?

- What's up, buddy?

- You're Zack, right?

- Yeah.

Well, I'm Elvis

and I'm going to

take you home, man.

You coming?

You got to do this, man.

It's got to be unanimous.

If the kid goes home,

everybody's looking at life.

- Life?

- Life.

We talked to a lawyer, man,

and there's no way around it.

Life for what?

For taking care of the kid?

For letting him sleep

at my f***ing house?

You were there

from square one.

You sat on him the whole

f***ing time. You think

you're going to walk?

Goddamn. Life?

There it is.

I mean, I like the kid.

What's not to like?

He's 15.

He's just too much

of a liability.

Think about it.

We send the kid home,

you got Jake looking for you.

You don't want that.

You don't go along,

then Johnny don't trust you

and he's coming after you

and you sure as sh*t

don't want Sonny Truelove

knocking at your door.

We don't have a choice, man.

God, my parents

are going to f***ing kill me.

I can just see my mom.

She's f***ing...

Oh, God. Oh, God.

But, hey, guys, listen,

I would never

rat you guys out.

You guys and me are like...

We're like this.

You know that, right?

Frankie, you know that,

right?

Yeah, we know that, man.

Right. Cool.

I'm probably

just going to say that I...

I don't know,

that I ran away

or something to, like,

Bakersfield or Fresno

or something.

F*** it, you know?

Hey, does anybody know

where Bakersfield is?

Say you were with a girl.

They'll believe that.

Yeah, like Julie.

You know, when I get back,

I'm going to start fresh.

You know that?

Like, I just want to start

completely fresh. You ever

feel like that, Frankie?

- What's up?

- Like...

Like, I don't know. Like you

want to, I don't know,

go to Europe or something.

Or take a class, or something

like that. Or learn to play

an instrument. Like guitar.

It sounds really f***ing hard.

I mean, it's guitar.

But it bugs me

that I don't know

how to do anything, you know.

I'm pretty sure I could.

Yeah.

- Johnny, call it off.

- Nothing's gonna happen.

These guys are such f***-ups,

the kid's probably loose

right now.

Make the f***ing call!

ZACK:
What are we doing?

ELVIS:
We're meeting somebody

who's gonna take you home.

Oh, cool.

You know, I think I'm going to

start being nicer to my mom.

It's kind of gay,

but if you think about it,

she's the sh*t.

She's, like, my best friend

in the whole world, you know?

- Hi.

- Hi.

I can't do this.

I can't do this, man.

I got to f***ing go home.

Come on, Keith.

Keith?

Dude, what's going on?

You're crying.

(SOBBING)

- Get away from me!

- Hey!

ZACK:
Keith?

What's the matter

with him?

Him?

Frankie, what's going on?

Frank?

Frankie?

Dude.

- Oh, man!

- All right, you ready? Let's do this.

- Oh, man, please, I didn't do anything.

- Move it. Shut the f*** up.

- I swear to God, please.

- Relax! Move, move, move.

- Frankie, please.

- Relax, buddy, relax, okay?

- It's not what you think, okay?

- Yeah, it is, Frankie!

- Please, I thought we were boys.

- We are boys.

Frankie, there's nobody

up there!

Nobody is picking me up!

- Yes, there is, okay. Just stop freaking out.

- Frankie, you promise?

- I promise, all right?

- Do you swear?

Zack, everything's cool,

on my life, okay,

I swear to God.

- Come on.

- Okay.

- All right, I swear to God.

- All right.

- Come on, man.

- All right, man.

- Let's just walk.

- All right.

We're just going

to take a walk.

Come on, man.

Frankie? Oh, please!

I won't tell anybody,

I swear to God, Frankie!

Hey, we're not gonna

do this, right? We're not

really gonna do this.

- Shut your f***ing mouth!

- We're not gonna do this?

- If you want to live, shut your mouth.

- Please, mister! Please!

FRANKIE:
Are you crazy?

This is f***ing stupid, man.

Goddamn it, Frankie,

I can't f***ing concentrate!

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