The Odds Page #3

---

Who is Terry?

Where do you think Paul get

his money from?

- I do not know.

- Yeah me neither.

You're not eating?

No, I had a late lunch.

Are going to Barry's memorial service?

Yes, like half an hour

good.

Here are some money for flowers.

Need more?

Something up?

What would you say if I sold out

some of mom stuffs.

- Like what?

- I do not know. Chairs that I hate.

A bike? Stupid owls

and plates that your

grandmother gave us.

- The record player.

- But mom love that record player.

- Shes got it up on...

- On a yard sale, I know

I just think its time to get rid

some of the clutter around the house.

You okay with that?

Do I get a cut?

A cut? -Well yeah, I mean some of

this stuff its like mine, right?

Well.. -Mom even said that I was

going to get therecord player.

So?

Okay, then I guess its fair.

Okay.

- Hey.

- Hey.

Come in.

What are you doing' now?

My dad picking me up.

Wont you want to hang out or

grab some food or something?

I love to but I cant,

my dad is taking us out.

- Where?

- I don't know.

Well tell him you cant go

I take you up for food

I cant now, but can I meet you later.

Do you going to Pauls?

I need to take a break

from that place.

Why?

Sometimes Pauls wasn't it was

cracks up to be.

- He seemed really cool to me.

- I think you should stay away form him.

Why? You think I got the heart for

him or something?

No, I'm just trying to look out for you.

Coleen, your dad's here.

Okay. Thank you.

- I can look out for myself Desson.

- I know you can.

Well, do you want to hook up later?

I do not know.

You told me to find his phone, but

I cant find it.

Maybe the police have them.

They asked my mom if he had a phone.

Really?

- What's going on?

- Nothing.

- Do you know who he talked to?

- No

I cant believe this, what a bastard.

- What?

- He was a lying f***ing-a**hole.

You don't know the sh*t he's

putting mom through.

- He's been a serious dick!

- Don't talk about him like that

Heather, Barry didn't kill himself.

What? -I don't know what happened,

but I know he didn't do it

I got to go, keep that between us, okay?

Wait, what the f*** did

you been talking about?

Just trust me, trust me.

Sorry, but the user mailbox cant accept

more massages.

Accompanied me to the inside.

Here, go to Wangs, ask for Terry

and wait with him until he say

you can leave.

- Is that it?

- Yeah.

Good.

Hello?

When the f*** did you come in?

- I didn't even hear you.

- I just had to make a phone call.

- In the room?

- Yeah, its so loud in here.

You can barely hear yourself.

Whats up with you?

I was at Barry's memorial ceremony

you sad.

- You want a hug?

- No.

It's okay little Bessie, it's okay

it's going to be alright.

It's going to be fine.

Be a man, get over it, and get

back in the game.

Ok?

Sh*t, Coleen I'm sorry,

I going to text you.

It's not what you think, okay?

- Hey Sammy.

- What the f*** are you doing?

What do you mean?

Paul ask me to come with you.

- Bullshit, get the f*** out of my car.

- What's in the back.

- Get out of my car!

- What are you talking about?

Let's go, Paul asks me to

keep an eye on you.

Open the door!

Open the door!

- What's this Sammy?

- Open the f***in' door, Desson.

- I'm gonna f***ing break your face.

- You think I'm an idiot?

Barry was right you did fake the dive.

- You dead!

- You f***ed over everyone.

What do going to tell dunk and Cheese?

F*** you! I did it, you better not

f***ing talk to me.

What else did you do Sammy?

You text Barry that night?

- What night?

- Tuesday night.

You f***ing idiot, you don't

know nothing about nothing.

You're wrong Sammy, I know a

lot about nothing.

- Bite me, Desson.

- You like that wont you.

Keep your mouth shut, right?

Right?

F***!

That a tough skill.

Wang's Meat Soup Restaurant.

Good evening, sir.

- I'll be right back.

- Okay.

So, you ready to order sir?

Yeah, um..i just a peking duck.

The peking duck?

Anything else with that?

Rice perhaps?

- And wine with soda.

- Alcoholic beverage?

Do you have have any ID?

Just the peking duck then.

Very good sir.

Wow, hang on there buddy,

what are you doing?

Just looking around.

That's not how it works, how

did you get down here?

The waiter told me to come down here

Okay.

A friend of mine told me to come here.

Who's your friend?

Him.

How did you get in here?

Just wait for my peking duck, thought

I take a look around

nice place.

- What is the minimum to play?

- Twenty dollars.

Okay.

Fill me in.

Isn't it a little

pass your bedtime kid?

Very funny.

So, this is Terry's place?

- You don't quit do you?

- No I don't.

It is true?

Do you want any money?

I will have to deal with it.

So was Barry here too Tuesday night?

Dude just play the game.

- But he was here though?

- Make your bet.

- You saw him though, right?

- Quit babbling and make your bet.

Right?

Thank you.

Let me see the f*** I got the

feeling my luck going to change.

Come with me.

We're right in a middle of a game.

Dude, not cool.

What did I do, man?

- I didn't f***ing do anything.

- Go away little boy

I got a hundred bucks in there.

- What are you doing'?

- You only thinking about money.

Stop! Stop! Stop!

- What happen to my hundred?

- The dealer took it as a tip.

Oh f*** that!

- So who's a Terry?

- I don't know, a bookie or some sh*t.

Does Paul work for him?

- Good question.

- Well?

What do you think Desson?

- Why did you bring Barry here?

- Because he wanted to come.

Well I wanted to come,

you didn't let me.

Boohoo to you.

How much did he win?

- What?

- He said he won a bunch of money.

What are you talking about? He didn't

won sh*t okay.

He lost and crying when he left.

Why did give a sh*t any of this anyway?

Do you really want to know why I

didn't invite you?

Because lately you just become

nothing but self centered piece-of-sh*t

all you care about is you, your money

and your deal with Paul.

Yeah, that's right, I know about them

I know what you all about.

You got all these players

thinking you like

them then you got Paul

thinking you like him.

You got everybody fool don't you Desson?

Everybody but you.

Ah Coleen, always a pleasure.

- Coleen.

- Hey, I have an idea.

What don't we sit still and be quiet

since this is a detention

and not a musical chair.

Coleen, It's not what you think.

- What?

- I didn't go to Paul's to play poker.

- I do not care.

- I had to talk to him

I thought he wasn't

always crack-ups to be.

He's not.

Interesting.

You have every right to be piss off

but there a lot going on that you

didn't know, I'm not

screwing you around.

Excuse me,

Are you for real, thinking that die and

to continue how you treating me

like crap every time you want?

This is the second

time you been addicted.

- I can see you pattern coming here.

- Coleen, at least let

me explain myself.

Do I have a f***ing desperate tattoo

on my forehead?

Okay, that enough, Desson will you

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes