Alpha Dog Page #9

I swear I won't tell

my mom or anything!

Shut his f***ing mouth

or I'll f***ing shoot him!

- I mean it! I'll f***ing shoot him!

- All right! All right!

You'll never see me again!

I swear!

Look, little man,

you got to calm down,

all right?

- Okay?

- Okay.

- Everybody's nervous, all right?

- I don't want to die, Frankie.

- Okay?

- Okay.

- Okay?

- All right.

- Everything's okay.

- Okay.

- All right?

- Frankie.

What's the tape for,

Frankie?

- I would never hurt you, Zacky, all right?

- Okay.

But I'm going to have to

tape you up.

So give me your hands.

- Okay.

- Everything's going to be all right.

- Hey. Hey, I'm your boy.

- I know.

- Okay.

- All right?

See? Everything's okay.

Everything's okay.

I don't want to die, Frankie.

I don't want to die.

Now I'm gonna

have to tape

your mouth up, okay?

All right.

Okay.

You're my boy.

I wouldn't hurt you.

Okay?

- Hey, everything's okay.

- All right. I know.

- You ready?

- Yeah.

What the f*** are you doing?

(ZACK SOBBING)

(ZACK GRUNTING)

FRANKIE:
Oh, f***.

Oh, Jesus f***ing Christ.

It was 6:
00 in the morning

and several black cars

pulled up.

There were men in suits

and the doorbell

was just ringing.

"We found your son,"

they said.

"We found your son and it's

"bad news," they said.

INTERVIEWER:

About the funeral?

- Jake didn't show?

- No.

Oh, he said it was

out of respect for me.

That's a crock.

He just didn't

want to get hit.

- I'm sorry, I don't understand.

- Shot. Killed. Murdered.

I happen to know

he owes $50,000

to one drug dealer.

They have their own rules

in the drug world.

They killed my son

for $1,200.

I'm just so sorry

for your loss. I mean,

I can't even imagine.

When my son died, I died.

I loved him

every single day of my life

and I wasn't afraid

to show him.

What made you try

and kill yourself?

I don't know.

You know,

it seemed like a long time

to my natural death.

I don't know.

You know, all three times

I tried to commit suicide,

there was alcohol involved.

When I tried to kill myself

in the hospital,

I did it wrong.

You know,

you're supposed to

do it like this.

Maybe it was the pills.

It's all bullshit, anyway.

They say

there's a reason

for everything.

Well,

if that God's

got a purpose for me,

he better get

the f*** down here

and tell me what it is!

Because I don't see it.

I think that might be enough

for today. Okay?

- Thank you for your time.

- Okay.

- Was that okay?

- Yeah.

Okay. I'm sorry.

(DOORBELL RINGS)

Yo, what's up?

Zack's dead.

How do you know that?

I had nothing

to do with this.

I never laid

a finger on him.

I didn't know

this happened, Susan!

I can't believe it happened.

- F***ing what is going on, Frankie?

- I don't know.

- Tell me the truth!

- I don't know, okay!

I think I'm getting set up!

Did you

f***ing take him home?

Yes! I dropped him off

in Pomona.

Where? What street?

You dropped him off

at his f***ing house?

I don't f***ing know, okay?

I dropped him off in Pomona!

You better get yourself

a good lawyer.

F*** you!

You can't come in here, man.

I'm serious, man.

Get the f*** out of here.

- I'm in trouble, Pick.

- Yeah, no sh*t. And with my mom's car, man!

- Why'd you do it, huh?

- I'm sorry.

Motherfuckers.

Do you have any idea

how much f***ing sh*t

I've been through

for this?

I'm f***ed, Pick.

You gotta help me, man.

Can you just give me your car?

No, man. F*** that!

Can you give me

a ride out of town?

No. Get the f***

out of here, man!

- Where the f*** do you want me to go?

- That's your f***ing problem.

Man, you got to let me use

your phone. I gotta call

Johnny. Please. Please.

Look, man, I love you,

but you're on your own.

(SIRENS WAILING)

Put your hands behind

your head, or I'll blow your

f***ing head off! Get down!

I'm not f***ing with you,

a**hole! Get down

on the ground, now!

Get on your knees,

a**hole.

I can't believe it.

They got Tiko, too?

Yeah. Tiko, Elvis,

Nuts, 911.

They got everybody.

Well, for what?

What the f***

do you think, baby?

That kid turned up dead.

Hey, the Captain

and Tennille.

- What can I do for you guys?

- Hey, I'd like to trade that for that.

- You want to trade this car for that car?

- Yeah.

- All right. Let's go get you a loan app.

- We don't need to do that.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

You want to f***?

All right.

(MOANING)

- Something wrong?

- No.

No? Your dick's

not even hard.

- It's getting there.

- Getting there?

- Yeah, it's getting there.

- It's like a piece of bubble gum.

Then do something

about it, b*tch.

(SIGHING)

Sorry.

Sorry? Yeah, you're

a sorry little b*tch

who can't even f***!

Excuse me for being

a little distracted,

all right!

Give me a break.

I've got a lot

on my mind right now.

Well, what do you want

to f***ing do?

You want to play cards?

You want to cuddle?

- Can't we just...

- No, f*** that sh*t! I want to f***!

- Hey, suck my dick, all right?

- I tried that. It didn't work, did it?

- You're a f***ing b*tch.

- Shut the f*** up.

You know that?

You're a f***ing c*nt.

- Where's my f***ing shoe?

- I don't know.

Okay, all right, all right.

F***ing truce.

Do you want one of mine?

F*** you. I'm taking a walk.

(SIRENS WAILING)

- Buzz! Johnny's here.

- Johnny who?

BUZZ:
Yeah,

it was unbelievable.

I hadn't seen Johnny

since junior high.

I mean, what a coincidence,

right? I look up

and he's right there.

Did he tell you

what happened?

Yeah. He told me

that some friends of his

had done some bad sh*t

and that he was

going down for it.

He said that he was

in big trouble. He needed help

to get out of the country.

- And you agreed to drive him, just like that?

- Yeah.

He's my boy. He was stuck.

All right. Go on.

All right.

So we go up by I-25, right?

And this guy is acting

f***ing weird, dude.

Talking about God

and forgiveness,

all kinds of crazy sh*t.

So we get to the border

crossing and he starts

flipping out, going crazy.

I'm like, "Dude,

f***ing calm down, bro.

"We'll stop, we'll pull over,

you'll get in the trunk.

It's all good."

He's like, "No, no, no!

They know! They know!

I'm serious! I'm f***ed."

I'm, like... You should have

seen it. He was

going out of his mind.

So we turn around,

we turn around again.

Now he wants to go to Mexico.

So we go

all the way back down,

we're driving back down.

We get to Cheyenne.

He changes his mind again.

I'm like,

"All right, dude, that's it.

I can't do this forever.

"Where the f***

do you want to go?"

(POLICE RADIO CHATTERING)

- Be right back.

- Okay.

Hey, I mean it,

all right. Five minutes.

All right.

I'll wait for you.

INTERVIEWER:

It's been four years

since your son's escape,

and you know what?

I think you helped him.

I think you know

exactly where he is.

There it is.

Million dollar question,

right?

What you, the cops, the D.A.,

the Feds, what everybody

wants to know, right?

Somebody had to help him

get out of the country.

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