Buddy Hutchins Page #2

You were great.

You were great.

Honey, why don't you go inside?

I want to talk to

Uncle Troy, okay?

- Honey.

- What?

Why don't you go inside?

You know, Bobby, he's kind of...

Immature? Rude?

Yeah, pretty much.

Little f***ing... little b*tch.

I'm telling you, man.

In the sack, that boy's

ass is so tight.

You stick a quarter up there,

he'll grind it down to a dime.

I don't want to hear that sh*t.

Okay?

You have sex with who you

have sex with. That's fine.

But I don't need to know the

inside of their anal track.

I'm worried about mom.

Mom's mom.

No, mom's 72, and

she's still working.

She doesn't take a dime from me.

You ever try?

I have. I've tried.

Bullshit.

She doesn't take

anything from me.

When have you tried?

You know how she was with dad.

How's that f***er?

Son of a b*tch.

I don't know.

I haven't seen him

in like three years.

Three years.

F***.

I'd give my left testicle

to have had a conversation

with him in three years.

He hasn't talked

to me in nine years.

I know we don't see

each other that much.

We don't kind of

really get along.

But, it's nice

that you came out.

Mom's happy to see you.

You ain't exactly living on

f***ing welfare, you know?

So maybe you could

toss her a few bucks.

I'll consider it.

Thanks.

You playing a

game on that thing?

Nope.

What are you doing?

Texting Beth.

What's she up to?

Mommy was helping her.

Mommy's at Beth's?

Yep.

How's Sue?

She's good.

What'd you guys do?

Just girl stuff.

That's it?

Yep, that's it.

I love you.

I love you, too.

Saturday, me and

Troy are going to,

catch up and shoot some pool.

That's cool.

So, if you wanted to have

a girls' night or whatever...

Yeah. Maybe.

Dude, why are you

smoking that girly sh*t?

I mean, I'm supposed to, you

know, like, quit one vice.

An electric cigarette?

- Yeah.

- Really?

Dude, I need something

with a kick.

Can you imagine listening

to your frickin' daughter

screeching this f***ing music

all day long for this musical

and trying to combat it

with an electric cigarette?

No way.

I need something

with more of a kick.

Electric weed.

That's what I'm talking about.

That's not part of the program.

Electric cocaine.

Electric cocaine.

That's definitely not

part of the program.

F*** the program!

Wh... Sh*t.

Here come your kids.

- Yo, later. Bye.

- See you, bro.

Hey!

There's my little Beyonc.

Hi, Beth.

Hey, Mr. Hutchins.

- How are you?

- Good.

- How was rehearsal?

- Good.

Hey, Don.

Hey, Buddy.

What you been up to?

You know, man.

Just busy working.

You working?

Put in some overtime?

Yeah. Yeah.

What do you mean, man?

See you around.

Yeah.

So, let's head home, all right?

Okay.

When's Troy coming down?

I'm going up there.

Really?

Yep.

See you tomorrow.

Tell him I said hi.

I will.

I'll see you soon, okay?

- Okay.

- Promise?

You f***ing b*tch.

You motherf***er.

You're f***ing me wife?

- Buddy.

- Shut up!

- Hey!

- Shut the f*** up!

Stop it.

Shut the f*** up.

- F***... F***...

- Buddy, stop it!

F*** you, you hooker.

I'm out of here.

You know what?

I've had enough.

You're out of here?

Yeah, why don't you f***ing go?

- Stop it!

- Why don't you f***ing go?

He threw the first punch.

I mean, he's crazy.

- Yeah.

- Okay.

And what's you're

relationship to him?

That's my husband.

He's the father of my kids.

- Okay.

- He's been drinking.

And the other guy is...?

The guy I'm seeing.

Okay.

Evelyn.

Did he touch you?

You shouldn't get up so fast.

How could you do this to me?

Things haven't been the same.

Where is that f***ing midget?

- How long has this been going on?

- Excuse me, Mr. Hutchins...

- How long?!

- Buddy, calm down.

- You f***ing slut!

- Hey, Mr. Hutchins.

- See, I told you.

- Relax, okay?

You told him what?

What did you tell him?

Look, maybe it's best

you stay somewhere else

- for the night.

- This is my house.

Okay, but you need to

take some time to cool off.

- I am cool.

- I don't think so.

Where's my child?

- Where's my baby?

- Buddy, stop it.

- We're gonna go.

- Get off me!

Let's go. You have the

right to remain silent.

Anything you say can

and will be used against you

in a court of law.

You have the right

to an attorney.

If you can't afford one,

one will be appointed

to you, free of charge.

Come on. You got

to be kidding me.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Shut up.

You have the right

to remain silent.

Come on.

Mom?

Mom, what are you doing?

Evelyn called me.

God, ma.

Ma, you don't have any money.

But I love you.

God.

You should have just

let me stay in there.

- I need my f***ing dress.

- Lady, calm down.

This is illegal!

You can't just prevent

me from getting it.

Lady, listen to me. Calm down!

I'll sue. I'll call the

better business bureau.

Listen come on. Come on.

You'll get your f***ing dress.

Yeah, I better get

my f***ing dress.

Dude, where were you, man?

- Long story.

- Jesus Christ!

Open the f***ing door.

Let's f***ing go.

Just calm down. Jesus Christ.

Give me my dress.

Here. Sorry!

It's about time.

Jesus Christ, you

look like sh*t.

Rough night.

I can see.

I'm fine.

Look, I'm not even gonna

ask you about all this, man.

But, dude, if you can't

pay me, I can't work here.

What do you expect me to do?

Okay, after the holidays,

we're gonna pick up.

We'll be right on track, okay?

Dude, I took another job.

What?

Dude, this business

is failing, man.

And, matter of fact, you just

need to cut your loses, man.

This business is all I have.

Dude, you owe me $700.

You're gonna get your

money. I promise.

Yeah.

I'll see you around, dude.

Come on.

Buddy, what are you doing here?

I came to get a few things.

What do you need?

What, you're not

gonna let me in?

- You scared me.

- I scared you?

Shut up. Let me in.

No, I can't.

What is wrong with you?

I tried to make us a happy

family for us, for Molly.

You have two children, Buddy.

Yeah, well, Joel hates me.

Yeah, that's because you

became a f***ing monster.

I became sober. Now

let me in, please.

I'm gonna bring

your stuff out here.

Are you f***ing kidding me?

No.

Okay.

Then I want my guitar and

I want my clothes right now.

Wait right here.

Don't move.

- Molly, go to your...

- Molly!

Hi, honey.

What a f***ing b*tch.

It's from my attorney.

No.

No, no, no.

Molly is mine.

You can have Joel, but

Molly stays with me.

I'm sorry, Buddy.

What? The house?

You want the f***...

This is my f***ing house!

I guess I'll see you in court.

Yeah, you better f***ing

believe you will.

No. She didn't.

No, no, no.

Yo, Buddy.

Where the hell you been?

It's Matty D.

I tried your phone.

Get back to me.

No.

My...

What is wrong with you?!

F***!

Ma.

What's wrong?

- Everything.

- What?

She wants everything...

the kids, the house, all of it.

Well, you know my

feelings about her.

Mom, please.

Well, what are you gonna do?

I'm not gonna let her take

Molly. That's for sure.

And this. Look at this.

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