Once Upon a Time in Venice Page #2

in the bar!

You motherf***er!

Let's go, go, go!

Go, go, go, go!

Tino, Tino. Let me in!

Where'd he go?

Yo, open up, man. Come on.

You're naked.

What? Yeah, naked.

Please let me in.

I can't take another heart

break, Steve.

The car? That's what this

is about?

I loved that car, Steve.

Oh, man, come on, Tino.

It was stolen and I asked

for your help.

I'm sorry, all right?

I got feelings and I'm

sensitive.

I know you're sensitive.

I understand!

Alright, I'll get the car, I'll

get the car for you, alright?

Say you promise.

I promise.

You're not saying it.

I promise you I'll get it.

No! Fingers up.

I promise.

Let me in, man, all right!

Cover that dick, all right,

I got pizza here.

All right, yeah.

F***.

Orale.

Pull, f***er!

I'm not going in there.

That's Spyder's place.

My car's in that guy's garage,

Steve, you gotta get it for me.

I'm not a repo man, okay,

I'm a f***ing detective.

You promised, Steve. I saved

your ass, Steve.

Your word is your bond.

Okay, all right.

Your word is your bond!

All right, all right, just

relax. Give me the keys.

Thank you, Steve.

I got this.

Hell yeah, fool.

Hey. Two large pepperoni pizzas.

You ordered them, right?

Hey, Spyder, pizza dude's here.

John Carlos Manuel

Ochoa, goes by the name of...

Spyder, with a "y," with links

to the Sinaloa cartel.

Rumor has it he once killed

a BARISTA at Starbucks...

For misspelling his name.

Which is tricky, it's with a

"y." Not the point.

If there's drugs being sold

in Venice...

They're coming from Spyder.

Two pepperoni pizzas. Didn't you

order that?

No one ordered pizza, man.

2-0-0-4, this is your pizza,

right?

Kinda old to be delivering

pizzas, aye?

You're telling me, man...

My old lady gives me sh*t

all the time about it.

How much?

$25.00.

Thanks, man, thank you,

that's plenty.

Hey, man, can I use your

restroom?

I've been in the car

a long time.

One or two?

One.

All right, bro.

Where is it?

To the left. Don't piss on the

seat, huh?

All right.

Who the f*** are you, are you a

cop!? Huh? Huh?

No.

Huh? Who are you?

St... Steve.

Is that right?

I'm Spyder's friend.

Yeah?

That's the lavatory, right?

Whoa.

Hey, Spyder, I think someone's

stealing your car.

Motherf***er.

You killed my car.

Aw, you can't kill a car like

this, man, look at it.

You know, a little hammer,

a little glass.

Tires still look fantastic.

Sorry.

F***!

John Dave Jones...

And no, not the lead singer

of the Monkees.

This guy's a local legend and

Steve's longtime best pal.

His claim to fame was surfing

the pier naked...

For 12 hours straight...

On acid.

Nowadays he's lost a lot

of that mojo...

Mainly due to a pretty nasty

divorce.

Hey, Dave.

Did you start working

at Tino's pizza?

Yeah. You want my take on all

of this?

Yeah.

Never buy a surf shop,

look at this inventory.

She wants full assets

and alimony, too.

Sorry, man. You're gonna

be all right.

We'll figure something out.

Sun's gonna be up soon.

Yeah, it is. Should probably

get some sleep.

I just finished your new board.

This has been fun, but I gotta

go pick up my dog.

Why don't you just let

her have buddy?

She likes that I come by

to pick him up.

Makes her feel better,

safer I think.

Her?

John Steve's sister has

fallen on hard times...

After her husband took off and

emptied their bank account.

He's really been there for her.

Steve.

John

helping out as much as he can.

Hey, Katey.

Thanks for the coffee.

John it's pretty selfless

of him, actually.

John

see? What a guy.

Taylor! Taylor! Uncle Steve's

here to pick up buddy.

Have you heard from him?

Still somewhere in Australia

and finding himself.

We can't afford to stay here.

He thinks there's something

more out there.

I mean, what the f***

is out there?

Honey, I don't know.

You're gonna be all right.

John buddy Ford, 49 years old...

In dog years and 100 percent

parson Russell terrier.

Man, does Steve love that dog.

Uncle Steve.

Hi, Taylor. What are you

studying?

Chemistry.

Want some help with that?

A.P. Chemistry.

Will you bring buddy back

later tonight?

How about if I bring him back

every night and pick him up...

First thing in the morning,

until you tell me to stop?

Really?

Yeah.

That would be cool.

He gets a little gassy.

I don't mind it.

Come on, buddy, here we go. Come

on, here you go, right out here.

Sorry, no dogs.

Oh no, he's all right.

What does that mean?

That's just something I say when

I try to circumvent the rules.

Sometimes it works.

Mm-mm.

No? All right. Get out, pal.

Large coffee.

You're not in your office.

Lew the Jew.

John whoa, whoa, okay,

I know how that sounds.

It's not offensive, everyone

calls him that.

I mean, he calls himself,

"Lew the Jew."

No, I'm not in my office.

I went by your office.

And you didn't find me there?

Steve, I want to hire you.

John he's a savvy businessman...

And a little miserly...

But not in a Jewish way,

in a normal way.

Girl in the picture...

Hey, hey, Steve...

That's a lot of money for just

a few pictures, you know?

Yeah. Could've cost you a lot

more money.

Why are we arguing?

Let's talk business.

Thank you.

I'll see you later, Lew.

Let's go, buddy.

Some son of a b*tch graffiti

punk has been spray-painting...

The walls of my apartment

buildings.

Well, I could certainly help

you with that.

I know many of the taggers

in the neighborhood...

The only problem is,

you still owe me money.

Aw, Steve, I can't pay you

for that.

You understand, it's the

principle of the thing.

Steve! We're getting the band

back together, bro!

Great!

My man!

Yeah! Taylor swift saved the

music industry!

Who the hell is that?

No clue.

I'll sell you the house back.

My parent's house?

Yeah.

You'll sell it back to me?

At the same price they sold

it to you for?

Come on, Stevie, you're killing

me, man.

I mean, this is silicon beach

now.

You realize what I could get

for that house?

No deal.

Ten percent more.

I can see this is really

important to you, Lew.

What gave it away?

I want it in writing.

You're killin' me. Fine, let's

go. I gotta show it to you.

Holy Christ.

See what I mean?

I like it.

You could see how I might not.

He's really captured

your essence.

Why don't you just

paint over it?

I painted over it four times.

All right, you should have seen

the other sh*t...

It was filthier than this.

I can't imagine anything

filthier than this.

Just get it done, Steve, if you

want your parent's house back.

Just pay me.

Don't look at that, come

here, don't look at that.

How about this?

Cash only, no checks.

And that's on sale.

Great, thanks.

She can take my shop, but I'm

not leaving her anything.

Yeah.

I'm letting it go.

You do that, pal, let it all go.

John

now, normally by this time...

Steve's already had about eight

cups of coffee...

And he doesn't really handle

the caffeine all that well.

So, a little secret between you

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