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BOBBY:

You wanna get us busted? If Max found

out you were turning tricks --

WENDY:

I got news for you, Bobby, he don't

give a sh*t.

BOBBY:

Bullshit.

WENDY:

You think he don't know? I give him

his cut of seventeen hundred, I think

he knows I can't make that lap

dancing.

BOBBY:

No more.

JESS:

Bobby...

WENDY:

F*** you! No more for you. You won't

be Jess' driver for sh*t when Maxie

hears this sh*t happened again.

BOBBY:

Nobody's f***in talking to you.

WENDY:

And how could you f***ing leave

Horrace hanging?

BOBBY:

I got news for you, Horrace got his

ass out of there before you did.

WENDY:

Bullshit.

BOBBY:

What? You don't think Horrace would

leave your white ass in there to

hang?

JESS:

Alright. Enough already. Let's get

some food. I better call Maxie and

tell him what happened before he

hears it on his own.

EXT. JOB SITE - PACIFIC PALISADES - DAY

ESTABLISHING SHOT of the upscale renovation.

INT. JOB SITE - PACIFIC PALISADES - DAY

Bobby is part of a large CREW OF PLASTERERS midway through

an Amalfi Drive renovation. He trowels a thin coat of plaster

on a kitchen wall. Ricky drags his ass as he sweeps up dust

and diamond wire scraps. The two of them are swollen to hell

as they work side by side in the upscale remodel.

RICKY:

So I'm like, 'Maybe I'm not on the

list cause I'm not a f***in Persian.'

BOBBY:

I thought you hate that club.

RICKY:

I do. It's a f***in Persian Palace.

BOBBY:

Then why do you try to get in?

RICKY:

F*** them.

BOBBY:

(hears something)

Shhh...

The DECORATOR walks in with a YOUNG COUPLE and their six

year old KID. The decorator is irritating. The husband is a

shlubby Jew. His wife is a hot shiksa.

The kid looks like he might already be gay. The guys work

diligently and quietly.

DECORATOR:

And as you can see, we're a little

behind in here. We always knew the

kitchen would be the trouble spot.

HUSBAND:

When will it be ready? Are we still

shooting for Christmas? I really

want Christmas in the new house.

DECORATOR:

We're trying. Unfortunately the trades

are stacking a bit. But look at this

Italian plaster job. The color skim-

coat will go on next.

WIFE:

It looks great.

Ricky sneaks some eye contact to the wife. She almost smiles

as he peers at her with his battle scarred face. The little

boy pokes his finger into the wet plaster. Bobby throws him

a look. The kid just stares back like he owns him.

DECORATOR:

Did you see the stove yet?

HUSBAND:

The Viking was delivered?

DECORATOR:

Yes, of course. It's in the garage.

They leave. Bobby repairs the plaster damage.

RICKY:

You see that, bro? She wants to f***

me.

Ricky's pager goes off.

RICKY:

You see that? My sh*t's blowing up.

He looks around and grabs the wall phone and dials.

BOBBY:

Come on, man. Not with the owners

here.

RICKY:

(phone)

Hey, baby... Nothing. What are you

doing...? Yeah, I'll probably cut

out early...

In walks ARTHUR, the plastering contractor and their boss.

ARTHUR:

Watch out, the fag's here.

(seeing Ricky)

Get off the f***ing phone. Then he

wants to know why he's still sweeping

floors. Bobby, you got a minute?

Bobby looks concerned. Something's wrong.

EXT. JOB SITE - PACIFIC PALISADES - DAY

Bobby and Arthur stand by a gravel pile outside the huge

remodel. Arthur looks around and they duck into his Suburban.

ARTHUR:

Look, Bobby, I don't know what

happened, and I don't want to know

what happened, but something's up.

BOBBY:

What are you talking about?

ARTHUR:

Maxie wants me to replace you on the

job tomorrow. He wants you to come

by the office today.

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