Mad Dog and Glory Page #3

We'll straighten everything out

when I come back.

Absolutely.

Jimmy, come take a look at this.

The net of justice closes in.

Oh, Jesus.

That's my shooter.

That was your fault, baby.

My fault?

Why is it my fault?

Because you are really

into pressing that red button.

- No, I'm not.

- You like that sh*t, huh?

No, I'm trying to make you

something nice.

Make me something nice?

I'm sorry, okay?

Sorry goddamn don't get it.

Sorry is for shits!

Sorry is what

that f***in' meal is!

I would have cleaned the place for you,

but I couldn't find any dirt.

Okay, it's time to go.

Come on, get up.

Why? Hey!

Why? Because you people

got me surrounded. That's why.

- So here's your bag. Let's go.

- What are you talking about?

Frank maybe killed somebody last night,

and I don't know who you are.

If Frank was involved in something,

Frank's not involved.

Frank's never involved.

He's a million miles away.

Let me tell you about involved.

I buddy up with a guy one night,

he maybe kills somebody the next night.

It comes out I got drunk with

the shooter, and his girl's in my house.

Let me tell ya,

that is involved.

I swear to God, I don't know

what you're talking about.

Whatever. Good-bye, good-bye.

Let's go. Come on.

You don't understand.

There's a penalty system here.

- Penalty system for who? Me?

- No, for me.

You send me back,

I'll be in to him forever.

Why? You owe him?

I don't know what happened

with last night.

I swear to God, I don't get involved

with Frank's mess. I really don't.

- But you owe him?

- It's complicated.

Complicated like how?

Talk to me.

This is my house.

Complicated like how?

"There's a cash-flow problem.

I'll take it in trade."

Did you ever hear him say that?

My brother had the cash-flow problem,

and I'm the trade.

I do whatever Frank wants

until he says my brother's in the clear.

What do you mean, you do

whatever Frank wants? Like what?

He said to be

your friend for a week.

You saved his life.

That's all I know.

You send me back,

he's gonna tell me I screwed up...

add another two months,

six months.

With Frank, you can't argue.

You can't fight.

You can't hide.

So can you help me out here?

Can I stay?

What are you banging

on my door for?

You're making a lot of noise.

What's going on?

- Who are you, a sheriff? F*** off.

- I wanna see Lee.

Are you okay?

- I'll snap it off at the ankle.

- It's okay.

Move your foot, sh*t bird.

Hey, I'm a police officer.

Wayne, we were just arguing in here.

Everything's okay.

- You're a police officer? Really?

- Yeah.

Well, guess what?

I'm on to you.

What can you do, you know?

At least you gave it a shot.

Yeah, well, whatever.

Do you want me

to make you some tea?

No, thanks.

Frank...

it's going great, yeah.

Frank, I swear.

We haven't stopped laughing

since I came in the door.

He's tickled pink.

No, he can't come

to the phone right now. He's out.

At work.

That's none of your business.

I have to...

I'll call you back.

I gotta go.

The phone's ringing.

The other phone.

Hi. Did I wake you?

No. I mean...

No.

So you gave walking tours

in school, huh?

What'd you study?

History? Real estate?

Acting.

Like everybody and his cousin.

I gave walking tours

to make the rent some...

but then I got into tending bar

because it paid better.

Open up my days

for more classes, auditions.

You ask a bartender

or a waiter around here...

"What do you do?"

They say,

"I'm an actor, I'm a singer...

I'm a student, I'm a writer."

After a couple years,

you have to be honest with yourself.

I'm a bartender.

A waiter.

Waitress.

Life is what happens to you while you're

waiting for your ship to come in.

Cops are lucky in that way,

you know?

It's hard confusing a cop

with anything else.

I mean, a cop's a cop.

The end.

I was working as a bartender

in a club Frank owned.

I knew Frank

put money on the street...

so I put my brother

together with Frank.

Going to Frank is like taking heroin

to cure an alcohol problem, you know?

My brother can't make his payments.

Frank starts taking over.

He fires everybody,

puts in his own people.

He starts ordering

through the corporation.

Steaks, liquor,

kitchen equipment, you name it.

All to re-sell on his own

'cause he's a silent partner, right?

So he's not liable anyhow.

Next thing I know,

my brother slit his wrists.

And his wife's ready

to run away with his kids.

So I go to Frank and say...

"Leave my brother alone.

I'll do anything you want."

Anyways...

my brother's a waiter now.

At least he's alive

and sort of intact.

So what do you do for him?

- This, that, the other.

- Like what?

What's the difference?

Could you smile a little?

Hold my hand or something?

- Go home.

- Home?

Yeah. Just take the keys,

and I'll be there soon.

Listen, I'm a cop...

and I don't like to be followed,

and I don't like her being followed.

Frank just wants to make sure

that you're happy.

Are you happy?

I get paid either way.

I said go home.

I wanted to wait for you.

- Okay, let's go.

- Can I tell you something? Come here.

- I gotta go.

- Gimme five minutes.

Go ahead. I'll be there.

They found the gun

that did your shooter.

- Yeah? Where?

- On some other dead mutt.

Bullshit, he got

taken out by Frank Milo.

Milo probably did this guy too.

Left the gun with the body so it looks

like a neat solve. It's a plant.

It's a solve,

and nobody gives a sh*t.

Two dead mutts in muttland.

It's a plant.

Who's the babe?

A friend.

Oh, yeah?

What happened to the girl

next door? Lee?

She's a nice lady. This one's

a little too fast for you, no?

- You okay? What's the matter?

- Nothing.

Hey, that's the one.

Jesus, look at that shiner.

Looks like that dog on

The Little Rascals. Who is it, Petey?

She's getting smacked around.

By him?

I had a talk with him.

The guy's on the job.

He's on the job? So f***ing what?

You had a talk with him?

Yeah.

- And?

- He's an a**hole.

Oh, yeah?

Hold this, please.

How ya doin', Sis?

This is my sister.

- Oh, yeah?

- Yeah.

What, you walk into a door, Sis?

What, she walk into a door?

You're not f***ing hittin' her

or anything, are you?

- It's okay.

- What is your f***ing problem?

Tommy, I need your towel.

Slip your piece under the towel.

Tommy will hold it for you till after.

Come on, you f***in' hump.

Come on, you hero.

I want a taste of you.

Come on, get up.

I got no beef with you.

Slip your piece

under the towel.

I got no beef with you.

Are you sweet?

Is that your problem?

- Come on, I'm on the job.

- You ain't on my f***in' job.

Hey, come on.

You lost her address,

her phone number...

you can't even remember

what she looks like.

Right?

- Yeah, right.

- What's her name?

I don't know, okay?

Don't even turn around

to say good-bye.

Hey, Chivas and milk.

I never forget a neck.

You should try that sh*t

with me sometime.

Yeah? Different strokes

for different folks.

No guts, no glory, right?

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