Beautiful Girls Page #7

Hook you up

with some vice grips, ratchet...

Don't f*** with me, man.

Don't worry about them, either.

This is me and you.

You know, I don't think it is, Steve.

You don't strike me as the type

who fights his own battles,

but I give you

the benefit of the doubt.

I tell you what. Drink your shot,

go back to your boys,

play quarters, whatever you frat boys

do and I'll get out of your hair.

Thanks, Frank.

- You couldn't leave it alone.

- That's right, mother...

F***. You.

- Let's go.

- F***in' lowlife.

F***in' showed him.

Sh*t!

- Michael!

- What?

Frank just called.

Tommy got the sh*t kicked out of him.

- By who?

- Let's go.

- I don't think you should.

- Sarah, not now, OK? Come on.

I'm goin'. Come on.

- Will? Willie?

- Go.

- Where is he?

- He didn't want me to call the cops.

Thanks.

- Who the f*** did this?

- Calm down, Mo.

Frank, who did this?

Rossmore. He and his buddies.

- Where are you goin'?

- To find Rossmore.

- Suddenly, he's Charles Bronson.

- Get him to a hospital. Come on.

It's snowing. I can't believe

I'm gonna have to plough tonight.

Tommy was sleeping with his wife.

So?

It's not like he was that innocent.

So he deserved that?

You see his face?

Look, this does present

a moral dilemma.

All right, f*** him.

Let's lynch the bastard.

You got a plan?

No plan.

- Think he's here?

- I don't know.

- F***ing douchebag, man.

- Easy, Mo.

Take it easy.

You f*** with my friend,

you f*** with me!

Beat up my friend, you beat up me!

You f*** with me, you f*** with you!

You get mad when you drink,

you don't drink!

- What are you talking about?

- Don't talk back.

- What?

- We got company.

The cavalry has arrived. A**holes.

Car trouble, fellas?

I didn't even see you!

Now, where were we, shithead?

Daddy, what's going on?

I'm just trying to save

my family here, man, all right?

- Just stay away from us, Stevie.

- Come on.

Hey, darlin', just go back inside.

I'll be right in.

OK.

- All right?

- Yeah, let's get outta here.

F***in' kids comin' out and sh*t...

- What did you say?

- Just babbling.

See you, fellas.

- How is he?

- I don't know.

- What did they say?

- They didn't say nothin'.

- How are you?

- You guys do your macho things?

We just went over

and Mo pushed him around a bit.

- Did you tell Annie we'd be late?

- Yeah. I told her to sleep over.

- That was good.

- You OK?

Yeah.

- I'm sorry.

- Just don't...

- I'm sorry.

- I know.

I love you, baby.

Miss, would you check

on room 309, please?

- You haven't heard anything?

- Here we go.

- Who called her?

- I don't know.

Who do you think? Me.

- What's up?

- He's gonna be OK.

He has a concussion, two broken ribs

and took about 30 stitches.

- But he's gonna be OK?

- Yeah. He's gonna be fine.

He said it's snowing

and that somebody should...

...sand his lots. Got it.

Go get 'em, Kev.

- I'll be by tomorrow to say goodbye.

- Wait. Where are you goin'?

We're going back tomorrow.

- Just like that?

- Just like that.

Is the couch OK?

Yeah, yeah. It's fine.

Sorry about tonight.

- I had fun.

- Yeah?

It's pretty lively around here.

So how come

you're coming back with me?

I don't know. Cos I want to.

- I'm not gonna take that sales job.

- I don't think you should.

- How come?

- Piano players are sexy.

Salesmen are uncles.

And uncles aren't sexy.

Not usually.

Wait, wait. This is so weird.

You've never had sex in here before?

Not with another person.

So...

So how are you holding up?

Are you in pain?

I'm OK.

You look nice.

Thanks. I was on a date.

- Did you have fun?

- It was OK.

It's weird.

What is?

I'm just lying here

and I'm wondering...

how I got here, you know?

I don't mean here,

I mean how I got here...

How I'm not anything like...

what I'd hoped that I'd be,

you know?

I'm not even close to the guy

I thought I'd end up being.

And it kind of blows.

You know?

When I think about that guy

that I thought I was gonna be...

there's a...

there's this girl next to him,

with him...

and I don't know...

she looks sorta like you.

- Sorta?

- Exactly.

Exactly sorta.

- Hey.

- Hey.

You look excellent.

Did you guys f*** up Rossmore?

No, we put the fear of God into him.

He was a real sh*t.

- He had a right to be pissed.

- How's she doing?

She's fine.

Yeah. You're not gonna f*** it up

with her, are you?

What do you think?

She's one of the good ones. Why

do we always f*** up the good ones?

I don't know.

I've been pretty successful at it.

Listen, I just came by

to say goodbye.

- I'm taking off.

- Taking off?

- Yeah.

- All right.

Listen, maybe

I'll come down and visit.

Yeah, right. Like, what, spring?

- Spring.

- Spring.

Hey.

- Don't be a stranger.

- All right. Take care of each other.

Right.

- Surprise!

- Oh, sh*t!

- Hey!

- Hey!

- Tough guy, how you feelin'?

- I've been better. You takin' off?

Yeah, I'm goin' home.

- Listen, say goodbye to Sarah.

- Say goodbye to Tracy.

You figure any of that sh*t out?

You know. I'm working on it.

Good.

- I better get in there.

- See you soon.

All right, buddy. I love you, man.

How you doin', bud?

- I'm not used to this snow.

- How long is the drive?

About five or six hours.

If he drives, for sure five...

- You'll have nice weather.

- It won't be too bad.

- Here.

- Oh, thank you.

- Front or back?

- Back is good.

Word is Jan and Victor

are engaged, Willie.

- How do you feel?

- She drains me. They're all sisters.

Each and every one.

- Yo, Willie boy.

- Hey.

- So you outta here?

- Yep.

She is a honey-limbed lovely.

- Nice meeting you.

- You, too.

- Have a safe ride.

- Trace.

This is Marty. Marty, Tracy.

- Hi, nice to meet you.

- You, too.

- OK. Take care, big guy.

- Thanks.

See you.

- You ready?

- Yeah.

- Bye.

- Bye.

Bye, Marty.

Later, Pooh.

Come back and see us, Will.

We'll be right here.

Nothing changes here but the seasons.

So you're

the little neighbourhood Lolita?

So you're the alcoholic,

high school buddy sh*t-for-brains?

That little girl was cute.

What was her name? Marcy?

No, no. Marty.

- Is it Martha?

- No, as in Martin.

Named after a grandfather

she never even knew.

- You OK?

- Yeah.

Yeah, I am.

Superb.

Willie C!

Take care, man.

Stay cool. Stay cool forever.

All right, Kev.

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