You Kill Me Page #5

- marble fireplaces, walk-in closets...

- Dave.

It was on the market

in '92.

It went for a mil-five.

Now it'd go

for six... 6.5 easy.

Why'd you call me?

They're tearing it down.

Some building inspector

with a bug up his ass

did an earthquake

retrofit check.

Apparently it's unsafe.

And is it?

- It's got hardwood floors.

- What does this have to do with me?

I made a deal

with the owner.

The city's paying him off,

but he's not getting

the real value

of the property.

The market is bullish, Frank.

This is going to be worth

maybe nine mil by

the end of next year.

What's your deal, Dave?

Well, if I could get

the city off his back

he'll split the profits

with me when he sells.

That's very

exciting for you.

Yes, it is.

And it could be very

exciting for all of us...

as I thought there would be

an opportunity

for you to...

negotiate with the city.

Frank, it'll

give you a chance

to ease back into things.

You're doing so great

with your recovery.

- Forget it.

- Come on, Frank.

- I've been more than courteous.

- You what?

I got you your job,

got you a nice place to live.

I didn't have to do that.

I could have gotten

you a shitty walk-up in the Tenderloin

or a studio

in the Castro.

You'd be up to your

neck in dog collars and assless chaps

if it wasn't for me.

Not to mention

the cashew butter.

And asking for help should

not be such a big production.

Why are you walking

like that, anyway?

Look, no shooting,

no stabbing.

No violence at all

if you can help it.

Just strong,

clear negotiation.

- I'll let you know.

- I'd appreciate that.

Lick-dick.

Everybody laughs at the fat girl.

But if I'm drunk,

I can't hear them.

Maybe the drinking helps me

laugh at the fat girl too.

Thanks, Becky.

I know we're...

not supposed to respond

directly to each

other's stories,

but I was hoping I could

say something to Becky.

Is that all right?

Yeah.

Yeah, go ahead.

Becky, I think I might

know how you feel.

Life for me has pretty

much been a pain in the ass.

And I always thought that

was reason enough to drink.

I mean, sure,

now and then,

I'd kill somebody

and I'd cash a check,

and that made me

feel good, but...

I'd just use the money

to drink more.

You know?

I don't like me either.

Be thankful

that something in you

had the courage to say

"Enough.

I'm not the worst

fat girl in the world."

Uh, thanks, Frank.

No problem.

Up next is, uh...

John. John?

You should call Dave.

I don't know.

I know you're nervous,

but you're doing so well.

You've got real talent

and a real opportunity here.

I won't let you waste it.

Now, get out there and threaten to kill

that city supervisor.

- Do we have an appointment?

- I just want to grab you for a moment.

- Really?

- Just to talk.

I assume there's a reason

I'm not calling security?

Why aren't you?

I don't know.

As disturbed as I am

to find a man

in his underwear

in my private office...

I don't exactly feel

like I'm in danger.

There you go.

Supervisor Davis,

the reason I came to you like this

is precisely so you

wouldn't feel threatened.

Do you mind if I sit?

So, why would

I feel threatened?

- Are you planning on threatening me?

- Far from it.

I'm here today as a harmless

but concerned taxpayer.

I'm aware your

time is short,

so I'll just quickly address

my three main points.

One, what I'm proposing

would allow a historic building

to be preserved

for generations to come.

Two, this project would

enhance your reputation

as a sympathetic

civic leader.

- Security, please.

- Three, I have a gun.

Now I feel threatened.

Hey, what do you say,

Rosemary?

- Oh, hi, Stef.

- Hi.

I'm sorry, I, uh...

We already made our bets.

Hey, Czyprynski.

Here to get a bet in?

Hey, look.

Irish guys in a bar.

Your time's up already.

O'Leary wants you gone.

Stupid Polack.

Then he said,

"That house?

That house sounds

perfectly safe to me."

And that was that.

I put on my clothes

and I went home.

Here's to granting others

the serenity to change

the things

you cannot accept.

And the courage to accept large amounts

of change serenely.

And the wisdom

to know the difference.

- Hear, hear.

- Cheers.

You did this sober, Frank.

Did a really good job.

I'm proud of you.

- Thanks.

- You're welcome.

Now all you have to do is keep it up

for the rest of your life.

So, how's it

going with her?

- She's still here.

- Yeah.

Well, it's getting late.

If I'm not on the bridge by 11:00,

got to work

the truck lane, so...

Can I, uh,

catch a ride with you?

Sure. Just got to

use the bathroom.

You're not staying?

I don't think I should.

It's not because

I disapprove

of what you did today.

But you don't approve

so much you want to stay.

Oh, I want to stay.

It's just I've kind of

been accused

in the past of losing

my boundaries.

Which boundaries are those?

You name 'em,

I've lost 'em.

Remember the word "no"

means nothing to me.

Am I saying no?

You're getting better,

Frank.

I need to make sure

I am too.

Baby, I know

what you mean.

Well, all right.

Thanks, Frank.

See you later.

- Okay.

- Okay.

- Hi, Doris.

- Oh, Jeez... son of a b*tch!

What the hell

are you doing?

Working on being alone.

Well, work on it

someplace else.

Supposed to be

a part-time job.

Come here.

If I'm gonna be

working this late,

he's not the only

one getting embalmed.

This is it, isn't it?

What is?

No matter what you do,

you know, no matter how good you are

you die.

Then there's

nobody else around.

Well, he's not

exactly gonna be

washing himself,

now is he?

Hey, get the hell

out of here.

I don't need you

getting all freaky on me

- in the middle of the night.

- Sorry.

Just go be alone

with somebody else.

- Hey, thanks for the drinks.

- No worries, man.

Feel like

getting one more?

It's Roman.

How'd it go?

I talked to Spiros

and his brother.

They said if they wanted to back a

losing team, they'd buy the Sabres.

- F***ing Greeks.

- Hey, they gave us democracy.

You're gonna ruin

your eyes in this light.

Stef.

We're gonna come out

on the other side of this.

I'm gonna fix it.

Okay?

Money's no good here!

I'm the King of Nob Hill!

And half of North Beach!

How did that happen?

What do you say, Franklin?

Uh, another one

down here, hmm.

You did me a huge

favor today, Frank.

Maybe you ought to

come hang with us.

You know, meet some

of the guys and...

You need to shut up now.

Yeah.

You know...

you know, you're...

a loser, Frank.

It's just...

what's it like to have absolutely

no self-control, hmm?

In real estate,

you learn to expect

a certain amount

of natural resistance.

That's the part I like...

breaking their wills.

But with you,

what did it take?

Me asking.

You do what

you're told, Frank.

You're a victim.

You let people f*** you.

I'm gonna drink

this drink.

And when I'm finished,

do not be in this bar.

Oh.

You're not the only guy

in town with a gun, Frank.

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