Toronto Stories Page #3
How's everything?
Cool, man.
- Hold on, hold on,
we gotta get something to eat.
- A'ight.
Let's go, let's go,
jump in, jump in.
What, this your "Streak Free"?
- You know it.
Check it out, streak free!
- Oh, a'ight.
It's not a bad job,
know what I mean?
That pays all right, it's outside,
and no one's
looking over your shoulder.
Back in the day, you said
you'd never wear a uniform.
Yeah, I did. But I talked
a lot of sh*t back then, so.
You did a lot of sh*t back then,
too.
Things are different.
Three years sober, man.
Can't say the same here, bud.
Come on, man.
You still into that same sh*t?
It's easier to cop on the inside.
You know that.
When d'you get out?
- Recently.
Y'know, I was dreamin'
about these fries.
I was thinkin'
about how much I like them
and I was jonesin' for 'em bad,
y'know.
But it's like,
if you don't eat 'em in time,
and you let 'em get cold,
they're sh*t.
Somebody would've to force you
to even eat just one.
Had a lot of time on your hands
to think about sh*t like that, huh?
F*** you.
You like Chinese girls?
Look at that one. Mm!
Yeah, Dougie...
that's your Chinese, man.
'Cause she was nice.
Lookit.
Lookit, lookit, lookit, lookit!
How much this guy pay you
to do this anyways, man?
Why, you want a job?
- No, all I'm saying is,
whatever he's paying you,
he's making like three times more.
You should get out
from underneath his--
I got it, I understand all that.
I'm just saying,
you should go out on your own.
Go out on your own.
How you doin', man?
Why don't you grab a shammy
and squeegee and do some work?
That's a funny-looking hat,
but underneath that hat is -
y'know what I'm sayin'? -
it's all about what's underneath--
Why don't you grab a shammy
and a squeegee, man?
If I bring you to my place of work,
I expect you to work, bro.
You want me
to work for you now?
I just got out of two...
I'm not gonna work for you!
So you still seein' that girl,
Chantal?
No. Uh-uh.
Too bad, man.
She was nice.
So... so what's up with you
anyways, man?
Roshanna!
Yeah, I heard
she was getting engaged.
What are you talking about,
engaged?
She's not getting engaged, man.
What are you talkin' about?!
y'know what I mean? It's--
- No, you heard wrong!
We were just takin' a break, man.
We didn't break up!
We said we were gonna
take a break. That is all!!
Same old Dougie.
We interrupt your broadcast
with a breaking news bulletin.
made his way into the city.
Twenty-six-year-old
Douglas Shannon
walked out of Collins Bay
Correctional last night.
He is described as male, Cauc--
Look, man...
I'm still on probation,
y'know what I mean?
I got it.
I can drop you off somewhere,
man, you know--
It's cool, man, it's cool.
I got it.
It's not much,
but you know how it goes.
Y eah.
- Be good.
Hey, Mommy.
Mm. Sorry, I could not wait.
I didn't say anything, Chantal.
No, come on.
I'm eating and you smell sweaty.
Go shower.
Go.
Go, please.
So you feel anything today?
- Mm, a little.
Kinda felt like swirls.
No kicks today, though.
How was work?
You know same ol', same ol'.
What about you?
Mm.
- Mm.
What?
Nothing.
So why are you looking at me
like that?
Like what?
I can't look at my wife?
Hmm?
- Mm-mm-mm.
No, because I'm fat.
- You're not fat, baby.
Yes, I am.
- You're pregnant.
And what, are you supposed to be
skinny when you're pregnant?
Mm. Actually, I have to pose
for my swimsuit issue next week.
But right now,
I have to pee, so watch out.
Ah...
Ah...
What?
Oh, sh*t!
Hello.
- Alton, is Roshanna engaged,
or not?!
- Aw, come on, man!
I don't know! I told you,
You're such a f***in' liar,
Roshanna!
I'm gonna f***ing kill you!
- No!
Who are you talking to?
- Uh, nobody, babe.
Listen,
I gotta take care
of some powerwashers, okay?
Pick me up some ice cream?
- Y eah, yeah, yeah.
What kind, what kind?
- Um... I dunno, maybe--
Listen, I'll call you in the store.
- Alright. Get me some of that...
Rocky Road!
Doug!
Doug!!!
Sh*t!
I don't know what else to...
Don't f***in' do this to me!
I don't know what else to say!
I told you what's happening!
You didn't tell me
what's f***ing happening!
Dude, you guys
remember each other, right?
Doug!
What the hell is your plan?!
until her father gets home?!
Don't be f***in' ridiculous.
- This is crazy!
No, you're the only
who gets to be ridiculous.
Keep it up--
- You're hurting me!
Hey! Hey! Doug! Doug!
You're not f***ing thinking ahead!
Please! Doug,
this is why we always got caught!
You can walk out right now!
Just f***ing go!
Hey, I'll go if you come with me!
This is ridiculous!
If we leave now, nothing happens!
- Oh, sh*t's gonna happen, man!
I broke out of jail,
I got a f***ing gun!
Yeah. Doug's got a master plan!
- Shut the f*** up!
Get out of my house.
- Your house?
This isn't your house,
it's your daddy's house.
Okay, get out of my father's
f***ing house. Now!
coming back here
and having you yell at me?!
- What did you come back here for?
You know why I came back!
- Doug!
It is over! It's over!
- That's how you treat people, right?
Doug, relax.
- First sign of trouble,
and you just f***in' take off?!
- What?! First sign of trouble?
Doug, you just broke out of jail
for armed robbery!
How else am I supposed
to compete with all this?
You don't have to!
You never had to!
That's... Shut the f*** up!
That's why you went off
with what's-his-name
and his f***in' trust fund?
- Holy sh*t!
We had an understanding!
That's not fair!
That's right,
we had an understanding!
We said we could see other people,
not go get f***ing engaged!
You want some water
or something?
Uh, yeah.
Come on,
this is f***ing crazy, Doug.
any f***ing water.
Alton isn't waving
a f***ing gun in my face!
Hey, hey, hey.
- Can I go get him a f***ing drink?
Yes!
Make me a sandwich.
Montreal smoked?
A little Dijon?
Yeah.
If I make you this sandwich,
will you go?
Yes. I'll go.
Ahem.
I don't wanna be here, man.
I don't wanna be here!
I came all the way from my house
to make sure
you didn't do something stupid!
Gimme the gun!
Doug! Let me get--
Doug!
- Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh.
Okay.
There you go. There we go.
Thank you.
Alton, you hungry?
Tch!
- You're gonna make me eat alone?
Huh?
- Yeah!
Suit yourself, man.
Ahem.
I'll have a ginger ale instead.
Are you kidding me?
I'm so sick--
Please, please!
Please, just get him the ginger ale.
You need to chill.
- I'm chilled, man.
Let me get the gun, man.
F***in' unbelievable, man.
Remember who used
to look out for you.
Remember who's here right now
looking out for you.
This is bullshit!
Give me the gun.
Selfish, man.
Ahhh!
- Oh, sh*t!
Run!
Run! Run!!!
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