Buddy Hutchins Page #5

F***.

What's up, white boy?

You again?

Carol couldn't come herself?

Don't worry about her.

She okay.

This isn't a good time.

Just pay up and I'll leave.

I don't have any f***ing money.

Show me, motherf***er.

Jesus Christ.

You ain't got no money?

Tell Carol she'll

get her f***ing money!

You're not dealing with Carol.

You're dealing with me

right now. Ricky rich, b*tch.

Suck a rich n*gger's dick.

There's some money

in this b*tch.

You could have got

$50 for this, man.

But now it's too late.

Let me see that

watch right there.

- F***ing watch.

- It's not worth anything.

Let me see the f***ing watch.

- It's not

- it's not worth anything!

I didn't ask you.

Give me the f***ing watch!

I have to go to

my daughter's play.

I don't give a f***

about the play.

I'm not f***ing

playing with you.

This is not no f***ing game, yo.

You could have got

have got a few bucks

for this sh*t right here, man.

F*** is wrong with you, man?

What's this?

Don't touch that.

- You play? You play?

- Don't touch it.

- This is a nice

- looking guitar?

I play, too.

You want to hear something?

No, man.

Just please don't.

You play. You want

to hear some sh*t?

You want to hear something?

F*** you, boy.

You shouldn't have done that.

I don't have any f***ing money!

F***!

What did you do?!

Shut the f*** up!

F***ing dumb...

F*** up!

Sh*t.

Sh*t!

Hey.

Is everything all right?

Yeah, just, doing

some gardening.

In a suit?

Yeah, that place

really needs it.

There's a lot of weeds.

You mind if we go

inside for a sec?

Actually, I'm on my

way out, if that's okay.

Is there a problem?

I'm sorry about the cleaners.

I'm sorry about your mom.

She was a nice lady.

How you doing in regards to

your other, domestic situation?

Coping.

Buddy!

- Is someone in there?

- No.

I... no.

All right.

Don't.

Shut up!

Okay, whatever's going on,

you do not want to shoot a cop.

F***.

Why does this keep happening?

Don't.

Don't!

Sh*t.

You want to f***ing

act like a pig?

I'm gonna treat you

like a f***ing pig.

I'll give you

your f***ing money.

Daddy!

Buddy, what are you doing here?

What? You think I'd miss

my little babies play? No.

- You're hurting her.

- Shut up!

I would never hurt her.

I would never hurt you.

- You know that, honey?

- I know, daddy.

Jesus, Buddy.

Have you been drinking?

You know what?

I'm gonna check on the car.

Just go, Don.

Yeah. Just go, Don.

Just go, Don.

Shoo, Don.

Thanks for looking

after my wife, Don.

Yeah. You know what, man?

- You're a mess.

- Yeah.

Call me when you reach 5'10".

You're unbelievable, Buddy.

And you're a cum dumpster

full of semen.

What are you looking at?

Guys, easy.

All right, come on.

Go to the car, okay?

No!

Come here, honey.

Come here.

Daddy loves you.

Daddy's gonna see

you soon, okay?

Bye, daddy.

Bye.

I'm sorry about Bertha.

You never liked her.

I'm not getting into this

with you right now.

What happened to us?

I'm not talking to you

about this right now.

I f***ing hate you!

I hope you get well.

I really do.

You did this to me!

You ruined my f***ing life!

C*nt bag!

Come on, man.

There's kids around here.

F*** you, Bart.

Sh*t.

Hey, Buddy.

Detective.

What happened to you?

I was... I was gardening.

- In a suit?

- Yeah.

How much you have

to drink tonight?

A couple.

Limmy stop by earlier?

No. I didn't see him.

Is that it?

One more thing.

I understand you

want to see your kid,

but don't go down there

screaming your head off, okay?

You got it.

Won't happen again.

Help!

You hear that?

- No. I don't

- I don't...

I don't hear nothing.

I'll see you real soon.

Buddy, please don't do this.

I love you, baby.

I'm so sorry.

Please.

Remember... remember all the

good times we had together.

Shut the f*** up!

You picked the wrong day

to pay me a little visit.

I'm so sorry! Please!

I just found out that

the man who I thought was

my real father was my Uncle.

And my Uncle killed the

man who was my real dad.

They were both f***ing my mom,

who just died,

who I loved very much.

My son won't talk to me.

My wife is banging a

substitute French teacher.

I just killed your

black boyfriend.

And on top of all that,

my dry cleaning business

has gone in the shitter.

Now, do you think I want to

hear anything... from you?

Sh*t.

- Hello?

- They just called me.

Yeah?

I can't believe it happened.

What did you think

was gonna happen?

Goddamn it, Buddy.

I didn't think it

would happen this quick.

Yeah?

Well, you could have saved her.

Buddy, don't start on me.

Man, you could have saved her.

Buddy!

I told you she shouldn't

have been in there, man.

I told you she should have

been in St. Mary's.

What the f***?!

I know you told me that,

but goddamn it, Buddy.

- She was old.

- And you let her die.

Buddy, my mother just died.

I don't need to

hear it from you.

My God!

Don't give me that sh*t!

F***ing everybody's

f***ing nuts.

Go make yourself a drink

and stir it with your flaccid,

little, effectual whiskey dick.

F*** you!

You know what?

Time to make myself a drink.

Hope you got ice, bro.

Yeah, I did want to

order the chicken because

- it's, like, low carbs, right?

- Yeah, well...

That's why I told him,

"get the scampi." Yeah.

So, anyway, so, I'm gonna

order the chicken, right?

So I don't say scampi

with a gay "S," right?

Scampi.

You know what I'm

saying? So gay.

That's funny.

Hey, hold on. What's

going on out there?

Can you see what it is?

I'm here for my drink.

I see you got a chainsaw.

Did you come here

to cut my trees?

- I prefer Riesling.

- I'm calling the police.

God!

My God! My arm!

You sick f***!

Buddy, are you f***ing insane?!

No.

- You're crazy!

- I'm just angry!

That's for talking

sh*t to Molly.

I found pops.

What?

I killed him, too.

What are you talking about?

Pops... killed... my dad.

Uncle f***ing Marshall

was my real dad.

What in the hell are

you talking about?

I'm a goddamn bastard.

Well, I'm goddamn not.

Does that mean

you're gonna kill me?

You want to die?

I've got cameras all

over this property, Buddy.

Are they on?

You're goddamn

right, they're on.

Well, let 'em watch.

That's for mom.

Hello?

Holy sh*t.

- 911, emergency.

- Yeah, police?

Local man Robert Hutchins

was found dead this morning.

Authorities were relieved

to find Mr. Hutchins,

but they didn't expect

to find him murdered.

The cause of death was a

point-blank gunshot wound.

No suspects have yet been named.

Robert Hutchins is

survived by two sons,

Troy and Buddy Hutchins.

Buddy?

Dude, what the f***

are you doing here?

I just heard your

name on the radio.

- Really?

- Yeah.

They found your father.

No sh*t.

Yeah, he was killed.

He wasn't my father.

Dude, you...

You're f***ing

covered in blood, man.

I cut myself.

Buddy, is everything cool, man?

Yeah.

Just came by to

say hi to my pal.

Can't I do that?

Right. Sure.

I used to be able

to chug a whole one.

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