Meeting Evil Page #2

-Hey, Trevor.

I just need to use the phone. Sorry.

You look like hell.

Yeah, I've been better.

You know, listen, John,

it wasn't all my decision.

So, whose was it?

Corporate downsizing.

You just weren't pulling your weight.

Walk away, John, like you always do.

Come on, man.

Johnny, come on

and have a drink with us, man.

-My man. I knew you'd be back.

-Yeah.

There ain't no harm in being polite.

Don't worry about me.

You should worry about the fat ass

across the street at the phone store.

Yeah, or my jack-off boss

who just spilled a beer on me.

I'm fine, though.

You mean the bastard who canned you?

He's here?

Yeah, yeah, that's the very guy. He's here.

He's holding court.

I say we go in there

and kick his head inside out.

I shouldn't even have mentioned it. It's fine.

Yeah, I'd like to make a collect call...

Let me loan you a quarter.

It's the least I can do.

I'm fine. It's okay.

Yeah, my name's John Felton.

Hi, it's the Feltons.

We're not home, so leave a message.

You should never tell people

you ain't home on your answering machine.

Yeah?

So what exactly is your interest

in my business?

I'm just trying to help you out here.

That's what they're looking for. Suckers.

Well, thanks for the warning.

John?

-What are you doing here?

-Nothing. I'm just leaving.

Come on, one drink.

No, actually, I gotta call Joanie.

I need a ride. I gotta get home.

I can drive you home.

I just gotta use the pisser first.

I'll meet you outside.

Yeah, I don't know if that's such a good idea.

-What? Taking a piss?

-No, that's not what I meant.

-John, it's just a ride home.

-Okay.

Gotcha.

You okay?

-Yeah.

-What's...

Could have sworn I parked right around here.

-You don't know where you...

-There it is.

So, Tammy, are you okay to drive?

I'm a teensy bit wasted,

so maybe you'd better.

Thanks.

You know I broke up with Trevor

to be with you.

Yeah, and he fired me.

Is that what you care about?

Look, Tammy.

You know, what we did was wrong, okay?

-For who?

-My family.

F***ing cowards.

You know, that stupid fat ass wouldn't

let me make a phone call neither.

Said she didn't like the way I looked,

and she kept stuffing doughnuts

down her blabber box.

It looked like she'd been locked

in a doughnut shop her whole life.

Yeah.

Man gets his dream car towed by the pigs,

gets treated like a criminal

by an incompetent...

-Where's your common courtesy?

-Exactly.

-I should have listened to you.

-I know.

You tried to warn me

about these parking rules.

But what a car though, right?

Pure American muscle.

You could feel that power, right?

I sure did.

You feel it right between your legs.

-It's a muscle car.

-Is that so?

Yeah, that is so, missy. Right, John?

-It's a great car, I'll give you that.

-You know what I'm talking about.

-John, you know this guy?

-Yeah, we...

I really, really hate to ask this,

because of everything

we've already been through,

but you think you can give me

a ride to the impound?

I don't think so,

'cause I gotta get home and...

I gotta get home, too!

I'm just like you, John. I'm stranded.

-I don't even know where the impound is.

-I do!

I do! It's not far. Scout's honour.

See, it's not my car,

and I gotta take her home.

Name's Richie. I would really appreciate it.

-Well, if John will vouch for you.

-Course he'll vouch for me!

-Right, John?

-Yeah, I mean, we met earlier...

-So, how do you two know each other?

-We work together.

-Work buddies?

-We work together.

-Wanna give him a ride?

-It's fine. We'll give you a ride.

Yeah, we'd better hurry. Looks like rain.

-So, we close?

-Think so.

You think so?

-Man, you even know where it is?

-Yeah.

'Cause we've been driving

for like a half hour,

and you just said it was a couple miles.

You're a slow driver, John.

Look, so,

-you two really work together?

-That's right.

John tell you he got fired today?

Canned, like a sardine.

Bet you didn't even tell your wife,

did you, John?

I told my wife.

The truth hurts.

Do you want me to pull over?

Would you like to walk?

Ain't your car. From what I could see,

Tammy here makes all the rules.

-Don't be a cocktease, baby.

-Hey.

Nothing like a pair of blue balls

to drive a man insane.

Hey, don't talk to her like that.

She made her own bed, John. That she did.

And what's that supposed to mean?

Well, honey, you dig a hole in a man's life,

you can't expect not to be buried in it.

-What did you tell him, John?

-I didn't tell him anything.

Pull over. You're a piece of sh*t.

What is this guy doing?

Don't speed up, slow down. Drive him crazy.

Man, would you shut up?

I'm gonna pull over.

You're a p*ssy, John.

Can't stand up for yourself.

-Just let me handle this, okay?

-Yeah, boss.

-Sh*t, goddamn!

-Bastard's wrecking my car, John!

I didn't do anything.

I don't know what this guy's...

You must have done something.

-Maybe he saw you leaving town.

-So what?

You said you picked a fight

with that fat ass in the phone store, right?

You want to fight, then fight!

What did you do to that woman back there?

Just gave her a piece of my mind.

Same as you. No different.

Except I didn't tuck it between my legs.

John, what are you doing?

Slow down. Just let him go.

-Write his plate down, he can't do that.

-That's the spirit.

-Let's rip his f***ing throat out.

-Just let me handle it.

-That guy was trying to kill us, John.

-Just stay in the car.

Don't do something stupid.

F***'s this guy's problem?

Hey! You could have killed us!

You ran us right off the road!

What the f***?

You could have killed us,

do you understand that?

Wait, wait, stop the car! Let me out.

Look! I don't want any problems!

It's just that was really dangerous.

Saw you drive off after you killed my girl.

Look, this is all a mistake. Just take it easy.

Watch it!

F***.

F***ing bull's-eye!

Come on, get in the car. Let's go. Come on.

You can't do anything for him now.

We killed him.

-We didn't do this. You did this!

-I saved your life.

We are in this together, John, like I said,

whether you like it or not.

Tammy, where's your phone?

It's in my bag.

He's alive, but just barely!

So, what do you owe him?

-It's not in here! Where's her phone?

-How would I know?

Because you took it out of her bag

when you were in the back seat!

-Now, where is it?

-You expect me to admit to that?

Hey, don't mistake my kindness

for weakness. I'm warning you!

Really?

What should I mistake it for?

I really smashed him.

Like a stupid f***ing cockroach.

Come on, let's go. Come on!

We gotta find a phone.

We got nine murders,

and I don't even have a witness.

Somebody has to have seen something.

-Find me that somebody.

-Sir.

Found somebody.

John, turn here.

Hello? Is anyone home?

F***.

-Why don't you just kick it in?

-Just take it easy.

You're the one that said

the guy needs an ambulance.

Hello? Look, there's been an emergency,

a man's hurt very badly.

We need to use your phone.

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