Sick Of It All Page #3

Please leave me a message.

Hi. Rose, hi.

It's Anthony.

Well, you know who it is.

It's me.

I just wanted to tell you

I'm sorry again.

I was just a jackass.

And, um, I took care

of everything for you.

Went to the grocery store

and we got the dry cleaning.

And I've already started

cooking dinner

and I'm very excited.

Call me, and the pumpkin

is in the oven.

- So, you know, that's--

-hi, Mr. Harris?

-That's me.

Hi. Hello.

My name is Anthony prince.

I'm calling on behalf

of the superior breath

burial insurance company.

-For the month November--

-what the f*** is this?

Are you saying

I'm going to die?

-No.

-You cocksucker!

Would you like it

if I called you

and told you that you

were going to die?

-Jesus.

-Why don't you sh*t

in your mouth

- and choke on it?

Apr temp agency.

Hi, Lulu. Hi.

Hi. It's Anthony.

It's Anthony prince.

How are you, Anthony?

-Hey, do you have a minute?

-I sure do.

I can't do this insurance

burial thing anyone.

It's just killing me.

It's sucking

the life out of me.

Oh.

You're-- no. Lulu,

i will literally do any--

-go the f*** home, snake.

-What was that?

No, it's not snake!

No, not you, Lulu.

I was talk--

no, I mean, it's me,

and l.P.'S with me!

- F***.

- -Hello?

-Lulu-- sh*t. F***.

-Excuse me?

- Not you. I apologize.

-I got to call you back. Bye.

-I might have a job for you--

have they been here?

-What? No.

-Nobody's come

asking about us?

No. What are you doing here?

What happened?

Why are you out of breath?

I've been running with l.P.

And he's heavy.

-Yeah, right.

-Good day to you,

uncle Anthony.

And to you as well, l.P.

I ate something bad

out of the L.A. river.

What are you doing eating out

of the L.A. river for?

-What happened?

-My god, don't you

watch the news?

-What's the story, l.P.

-Coffee?

Sh*t. The pumpkin.

Damn it.

New dish?

Yeah.

Making a special meal

for aunt rose and her friend.

-Friend?

-Yeah, a doctor.

I see. Now what?

I think I have enough

ingredients for another try.

Smart.

That sure is a mean cup

of java, uncle a.

You really are

a brew master.

That hit the spot.

I haven't had

a decent cup in days.

What's the deal, l.P.?

Why is you dad eating out

of the L.A. river?

This is really good.

You have a pen and paper?

Pen and paper?

Uh, yeah.

Do you mind?

No. Chew 'em

if you got 'em.

Thanks.

All right,

what's the story?

Will you draw me

a sheep?

I don't know

how to draw a sheep.

Just draw me a sheep.

Why?

I saw it in a book once.

Draw me a sheep.

No, not until you tell me

what's going on.

Your dad said you guys

were in trouble.

Look, uncle a. Needs you

to focus for a moment.

-Tell me what's the matter.

-Just draw me a sheep.

Now's not the--

now is not the time

for drawing, l.P.

I think the explanation

of this very important matter

would be best coming from

the mouth of an adult.

All right, I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to

condescend to you.

Whoo, brother!

Motherf***er,

it feels so good to sh*t

in a real toilet.

I swear, my life's

a living hell on earth

these past few days.

-Jesus Christ.

-Skip the foreplay.

Get right into it.

-Like an episode

of f***ing "cops."

-Language.

I'm frickin'

on the lam, bro.

I'm on the run

like Bruce Springsteen

right now.

-That's "born to run."

-Whatever.

-Well, who's chasing you?

-Local law enforcement,

FBI, CIA,

homeland security.

-The f*** did you do?

Kill the president?

-Language.

You think I'd do something

stupid like that?

Kill the president?

I love this country.

And what the f***?

When did you think

i became a racist?

I didn't. What the f***

are you talking about?

I wouldn't kill

a black person, would I?

For no f***ing reason?

Are you kidding?

I didn't say you would.

You said you were going to

kill the president.

I didn't call you a racist.

What the f***

are you talking about?

-Language.

-All right, I'm sorry.

Now, please,

would somebody just tell me

what's going on?

Yeah, well, to do that,

I'd have to start

at the beginning

with me and foxy

when we separated--

-a while ago.

-Yeah, like, a while now.

-Eight f***ing

months a while.

-Language.

This is f-- fricked!

I'm so fricked right now!

All right, focus.

Start from the beginning.

In the beginning,

between me and foxy,

it was good--

so good we ended up

with a beautiful baby

love child good.

-Thanks, pops.

-Yeah, you got it.

After those first

three years go by, though?

Sh*t gets bad fast.

A woman can turn into a b*tch.

Okay.

I still don't know

what's going on at all.

We fight all the time.

I can't take her anymore.

All right, I still

don't know what's going on.

Things have been complicated

for a while now,

and it's gotten

very complicated.

I'm in big trouble.

Long story short,

I'm in f***ing trouble.

What the frick is going on?

We will have more on

what scientists are calling

the tiniest

newly-discovered planet

later in the hour.

Now, in the case

of the missing boy,

the police say they have

a new lead suspect

and they are following up

on the leads

leading to the lead suspect

in the case.

We got a new

lead suspect in the case

of the missing boy.

You can rest assured

we're going to

follow that lead

until it leads us

to its logical end.

It's what leaders do.

We follow leads.

I wouldn't expect you

to understand that.

Don't even--

don't even try.

Don't even try

to comprehend it.

The child's name is l.P.

He was kidnapped

three days ago

from the playground

at Sahara park

at 10:
31 A.M.

Friday morning

by a man wearing all black

with a black ski mask.

This just in.

The leading suspect is

in fact the boy's father

Barbra prince.

So far this Barbra man

is nowhere to be found.

A not-so-bright neighbor

to Mr. babs prince said,

and I quote,

"i think he told me to say

he was away on a business trip

to France or something

with his son or something,

i think."

The neighbor is to remain

nameless at this point,

but is being held

for questioning.

The alleged suspect,

who sometimes goes by "babs",

has had a recent history

of violence.

He may be dangerous.

Please stay alert.

You kidnapped your son.

No, that's impossible.

I'm his father, dumbass.

Well, apparently it is,

because you did.

Because of that?

What do they know?

They think you're dangerous,

for one.

I might have beat up a ref

at a basketball game

-a couple weeks back.

-Why did you do this?

You know how foxy gets.

She's strong.

And I don't think.

I react.

-What did she do?

-She makes fun of me.

She made fun of you?

That's it?

No. That's not it.

She called me

a dumb f***ing cracker.

Language.

It was your mother

who said it.

Now let the men talk here

for a second.

I've been dealing

with her sh*t, her threats.

She's using l.P. As a weapon

to make me jealous!

Okay. So, just,

what's the plan?

-Jesus Christ.

-Yeah, I know this is bad.

Yeah, it's bad, man.

It's bad.

This is your bad.

You did this.

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