Meeting Evil

Hey.

-Working on a Saturday, too?

-Yeah.

I'm sorry about the cheque last month.

I just...

-No worries, man. We're square.

-Thanks.

-Have a good weekend.

-All right, bud. Take care.

Joanie?

John Jr.

Hello?

Surprise!.

-God damn it!

-John.

What the...

-I'm sorry, just go to your room. Sorry, guys.

-It's okay, it's okay, guys.

Sorry.

Surprise.

I really don't want to talk about it.

You didn't sell the house, did you?

No, I didn't.

I did everything I could

and these people, they...

You know, they just got cold feet.

John, what are we gonna do?

Well, I'm gonna get another listing,

and then I'll sell that house.

And it'll be fine, just like we always are.

Is that so?

-You know, Joanie, I wish that...

-What?

I wish you could put yourself

in my shoes for a minute

to see the kind of pressure that I'm under.

You know, what I go through every day.

What is that gonna solve, John?

I'm doing everything I can. Okay?

-What if that's not enough?

-Well, it has to be.

I'm gonna take the kids out.

Honey, we can't afford it.

Air is still free, John, last time I checked.

I'm taking them to the park.

Bye.

Hey, monkeys, let's go. Let's go to the park.

Coming.

Yeah?

Name's Richie.

My car stalled right in front of your house.

Okay. What, you need to call AAA?

You need a phone?

Well, you know, you don't get a welcome

like that nowadays. But, no, no.

-Okay, well.

-Think maybe you can give me a push?

Yeah, let's do it.

Nice day, huh?

Sure is.

A day like today will make you forget

there's bad things in the world.

Yeah, it's a nice day.

The gas gets a little low in the carb

sometimes, like running on fumes.

The gas station's down that way.

Man, you should see this baby go.

Just smoke anything on the road.

-Yeah, just let me know when, all right?

-All right. Push as hard as you can.

Yeah, just let me know when.

Ready?

-No.

-Ready?

All right, yeah. Go on, push!

Yeah, I'm doing the best I can.

Give me a second.

Come on! Push as hard as you can.

You got some muscle on you, boy.

Okay, just tell me when.

-You ready?

-Okay, do it. Drop the clutch.

-Come on, push faster!

-What are you waiting for?

Push faster!

-You ready?

-Okay, do it. Drop the clutch.

Jesus, hey, you know what you're doing?

God f***ing damn it!

F***!

What the f*** are you thinking?

I could teach you a few things

about common f***ing courtesy.

-Is that right?

-Yeah, f***ing leg, Jesus!

-Better get you to a hospital.

-I'm fine.

Don't look fine to me.

-Let me give you a hand.

-Man, I don't need any help.

I beg to differ.

-Come on. Easy does it.

-F***.

Look, I got you.

You and me, we're in this thing together.

I'm okay.

-Like riding on air, right?

-Yeah.

-That's what I'm saying.

-Easy, Ricky.

-Richie.

-Rich.

-Wow, you really got hurt.

-Yeah.

-It's all my fault.

-Not your fault.

-You're not blaming me?

-No.

Well, never would have happened

if I hadn't come knocking on your door.

Hey, listen, I wanted to help you. Okay?

What is it you do,

if you don't mind me asking?

I'm in real estate.

-Used to be.

-What do you mean "used to be"?

Hey, hey, but I bet you glad it happened,

all right?

It's "customer's always right."

That sort of sh*t don't suit a man like you.

It is a racket.

Everything's a racket.

Should I kick it in?

-I thought you said you were out of gas.

-No, no, no. I just said I stalled.

-Okay.

-Let me give her some juice.

Now that, my friend,

is 450 cubic inches of American metal.

Four 4-barrel carburettors spitting mad fuel!

This b*tch is a f*** beast!

Yeah, this baby can fly!

You're... Watch it, watch it, watch it.

See this guy? This truck, man!

F***, watch out!

Who says American cars can't handle?

Those brakes can be a little loose sometimes.

-Scary as hell.

-Yeah.

Look like you were having fun, though.

I don't know if fun's the word, but, yeah,

I guess I needed it

a little more than I thought I did.

-Think I didn't know that?

-Yeah?

There's a looker.

Yeah, she is.

Pity. She ain't got a clue.

Seems nice enough.

I don't know, baby.

Fill her up?

Stupid b*tch.

What'd she do to you?

Chewing gum at work,

that's just f***ing rude.

-Nice house you got there, John.

-Thanks.

Bet you got a nice-looking wife.

Maybe a couple of nice kids.

I say, you got kids?

Yeah. I got a girl and a boy.

Not me, John.

Never cared much for pets, either.

-So, how do you know my name?

-You told me.

Yeah?

Only needed two gallons.

-Got some ID?

-What for?

-It's just normal procedure.

-No, no, no. No, John. John, I got this.

So, what's the problem?

You don't like the way I look?

Hey, you know.

-I don't know.

-You don't know.

Pay my manager inside, sir.

You know what? You and me,

-we're a lot alike, you know?

-That so?

-Yeah, that's so.

-Yeah.

-You'll see. Just pay attention.

-Okay.

You'll find out what I'm saying.

Let me take care of this.

I'll take you straight to the hospital.

Got it.

-Everything go okay?

-All good.

Got the gas for free on account of that c*nt.

The hospital's the other way.

Yeah, you said yourself

you're not hurt that bad.

You know, man, I'm fine. Just take me home.

Let me buy you a drink. It's the least

I could do for what I put you through.

It's the middle of the day.

Come on, you've been drinking already.

I can smell it. Scotch.

It's my drink.

Come on, man, one more won't kill you.

-So, you can't park there.

-I just did.

-You need a permit, that's the thing.

-You're hurt, right?

Ain't that the definition of handicap spot?

Just act like a cripple. We'll be all right.

Okay.

Where you going?

How about that drink?

If you don't want to have a drink with me,

all you got to do is say so.

-Look.

-You know...

I know, I can behave

a little strangely sometimes.

Just because I'm a little different

doesn't make me a bad guy.

I don't think you're a bad guy. It's just...

I just gotta get home. That's all. My wife.

Wife.

Careful.

The damn shitter's broken again.

Plumber's late as usual.

Yeah, I'm always waiting for the muffin man.

Well, you just get your tight little trucker ass

on in here before I cream my shorts.

And that's a big 1 0-4.

-Sorry, hi.

-How can I help you?

May I borrow your phone?

I just gotta make a quick call.

Pay phone's at the bar.

Okay, well, it's...

I just gotta call my wife, it's local.

Pay phone's at the bar.

Okay, so, give me your cheapest phone,

I guess.

Last one. Cash or credit?

Look, I'm really sorry. I don't have my wallet.

-If you just let me use the phone...

-Pay phone's at the bar.

Lady, I haven't seen a pay phone in years.

-I'm just trying to...

-Not my problem.

Okay, look, I'll just...

You know, Rhonda, for somebody

in the communications business,

I think you could afford to learn

a little common courtesy.

F*** you.

-How's that for common courtesy?

-All right.

Grow some balls.

Actually, I'd just like to use your phone,

if that's okay.

Jesus Christ!

-John. What are you doing here?

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