The Lookalike Page #3

- I don't want you to go.

- I'm gonna call you.

- Okay.

Okay.

Hi.

Coffee?

Tylenol.

You know what?

I don't think I have any Tylenol.

Coffee.

- Hey.

- Hey.

We're a man down.

You wanna play today?

No, I'm gonna head home.

I thought you were in Vegas.

Nah, I changed my mind.

Well, where are you?

Hello?

Oh, sh*t. I'm gonna

pay you, brother. I am.

Brother? Yeah!

I know your brother. He paid.

You and your father...

You're both lame!

- Look, this is your last chance, you dig?

- I dig, yeah.

- A hundred grand, Sunday.

- A hundred grand?

- What are you talking about?

- Twenty on the dogs,

fifteen on the ponies,

eight up your nose, the vig,

and you haven't paid in two months!

- That doesn't make a hundred.

- Cut the sh*t.

I see you at the track,

it's over for you.

- You got that?

- I got it.

I have to go, but...

do you wanna do something tonight?

And, also, I would like to do

something tomorrow night.

And the night after that and...

I wanna make sure I can book

you the night after that, as well.

- Get it in the books.

- I'm sorry.

I should've told you,

but I'm going away.

For how long?

One more, and I'm done.

Yeah, I know, I know.

I actually have the money.

Come on. The money is...

Sixth race, barracuda bay.

I-I-I'll pay you when I see you.

F***!

How am I gonna pay you until I see you?

No, seriously, I'll take barracuda bay.

Rich? Rick?

Rich?

F***! F***!

There's mold all over the house.

You can't even breathe in there.

I really need to get...

No, no, I-I understand that.

I-I can't afford to pay that

whole thing right up front.

I-I just... right.

Okay, listen. I'll have somebody over

here to get in touch with you, all right?

Where the hell were you last night?

We had a surveillance team camped

out all night waiting for your ass.

I told them I was cool.

You told them you were cool?

I told you to get in and get out.

I-I don't know.

I don't know about all of this.

You don't... what... Sweetheart, you were

caught with a significant amount of blow.

If you do not comply,

then these charges...

But I gave you all of that

information about that pill press.

And it was appreciated, but it's

still not gonna exonerate you

- from a potential two-year sentence.

- Surely it's enough to do more for me...

Oh, my God. I put my

ass on the line for you.

You know, everyone at the station,

they think I'm an idiot.

They think you're gonna

screw this whole thing up.

They'll be happy if a pretty young

thing like you gets thrown in jail.

Do you want that?

This is a no-brainer for you.

You know, Joe's not

really that bad of a guy.

He only got into this because

his dad's in a lot of debt.

Listen,

Lacey, you're a very sweet girl.

You're very f***ing naive, though.

We all have our problems.

We don't have to become drug

dealers in order to manage them.

Surely there's...

something else...

that I could...

Are you trying to bribe me?

Come on. I've seen your... your finances.

You're almost as broke as I am.

I mean, you couldn't come up with a hundred

bucks, let alone a hundred thousand dollars.

It's really better that you

just stick to the plan.

Hey!

Joey Mulligan! What's up?

- I thought you were headed home.

- No, no.

I gotta talk to you about something.

- You in trouble?

- No.

- F***, no.

- Good, 'cause I'm done.

- Yeah? With what?

- With the sh*t. Debt's clear.

- Are you serious?

- Yep.

Holy sh*t. That's great.

That's great.

Who's gonna take over?

- I'll talk to you after the game.

- Well, wait. Really quick.

I'll talk to you after the game.

- What's up?

- Joey! Joey! What up?

- Ready to do this?

- Hey.

- Hey. Hey, Joe.

- What are we doing?

- Joe, two seconds.

- Really quick.

- After the game.

- All right.

Hey, Holt!

What are you doing here?

It was Joe's game.

I thought you might be here.

- Right. Right.

- Something wrong?

No. Why? I'm just...

- No. I got a lot of sh*t to do.

- Right.

I... I'll call you.

Okay.

Okay.

That's what I need.

Hey, Joe.

Hey, Joe.

What's up?

Hey, Joe. How's it going?

No, a**hole.

I don't want a midget hooker.

I don't want a b*tch that can fire

ping-pong balls outta her bush.

All right? I want her to look exactly like

the picture. Exactly like the picture!

What's up?

Hey. Can we talk?

Yeah, yeah, let's talk about

how to play basketball,

'cause your legend's shrinking, Joey.

- Come on. Hurry up. I got sh*t to do.

- I need a loan.

A loan? You're outta work

six hours, you're outta cash?

- It's for my cooking show.

- What cooking show?

- The food network wants it, but I...

- No sh*t?

Okay, one condition... I'm the host.

No, I'm... I'm the host.

Oh, you're the host, I'm the host,

Mike here wants to be a host.

Anybody can boil an egg wants

to be a f***ing cooking show host.

I'm just breaking your balls, kid.

Everybody's got a dream?

Hey, come here.

- Don't lose count.

- Yes, sir.

'Cause I'm watching you.

What?

See this girl? She was...

She is an old family friend.

You okay?

Yeah.

She was gonna help me do something.

Now she won't do this thing,

so I gotta find another girl...

A lookalike...

to help me do the thing.

- What's the thing?

- Nothing. She gotta f*** someone.

- Who?

- That don't matter, 'cause this man...

He hasn't seen her for a very long time.

This can work. Can you help me?

- What does the girl get?

- She gets a lot of money.

- How much?

- 300k.

- Why so much?

- To do a good job, keep quiet.

- So you don't want a screamer?

- I don't want a hooker. I want a girl.

Normal girl. You help me

find a suitable girl,

I'm gonna fund that cooking show, okay?

Now, look, you got

till tomorrow, no longer.

Nobody else is to see

that picture. Got it?

- Okay.

- Okay. My man.

Go. Move your ass!

Yo! Hey, who's that...

That tall guy that kept elbowing you?

La'Shawn or Da'Shawn, Ti'Shawn.

- Something apostrophe Shawn.

- In a better mood now, are we?

What do you mean?

Yeah. I'm all right.

- Where'd you get it?

- You think I'm using? Are you nuts?

I'm... no. Relax.

Lacey come by last night?

- Good.

- Yeah.

So she picked up the deal?

I wanna talk to you...

Who are you calling?

Who's that? Who is that?

- Lacey.

- Wait, wait!

Wait, wait, wait, wait. Okay, okay.

- She didn't want it.

- Oh.

Okay, so the drugs are in the tin, then?

Not... no, not exactly.

- The drugs are up your f***ing nose?

- Joe, she didn't want her money back.

- Do I seem concerned about the money?

- Well, then you...

You shouldn't deal from

the apartment, okay?

- What do you expect me to do?

- You swore to me you'd quit.

I'm fine. Joe, look at me. I am fine.

I'm trying to tell you something.

I'm not the one you need to worry about.

What?

This is no joke.

Give me all the money right now!

- Go, go, go, go, go!

- Okay, please.

It's a real gun.

Give me all the money now.

- Okay, I'm...

- Go! Don't talk, go!

Okay. Okay. I'm so sorry.

I'm not gonna hurt you if you

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