Dickboy (1) THE UNDERGROUND’S AND INDEPENDENTS FILM GROUP. PRESENT A SPECULATION SCRIPT FOR YOUR CONSIDERATION ONLY. DICKBOY A Film written by Deron Turner FIRST DRAFT -WHITE October 04, 2002 A Working Script 6/02-10/02 PLEASE READ FOR: Actor Artistic Support Crew : circle one. EPe6716971@AOL.COM CHARACTERS LAWSON ADAMERE (Age 11-13, Age 15-17, Age 30) STREET PEOPLE ELIJAH (Age 16-17, age 28-29) YOUNG MAN IN CAR CHAD WAITRESS RICHIE VANDANGE DINER CUSTOMERS MIKE TAXI DRIVERS CARLOS HUSTLER BOYS (TAPE) ANTONIO BAR PATRONS STAVROS CLUB PATRONS PACO DANCERS DOUG CLUB DANCERS OLDER GENTLEMAN MAN @ FARM HOUSE TRICK LAUNDRY CUSTOMERS BAR KEEP LIQUOR STORE CLERK OLD WOMAN IN LAUNDRY LIQUOR STORE CUSTOMERS TRICK 2 VARIOUS EXTRAS DYKE 1 DEAD TOWNCAR DRIVER DYKE 2 OLD CLAPPING MAN OLDER MAN ON BOAT TRICK 3 TRICK 4 TRICK5 BOY IN STALL WAITER DANCERS @ HUSTLER BAR OLDER MAN IN CAR POKER PLAYERS DEAD BOY (RANDY) FILM STUDENTS BAR FIGHTERS BAR KEEP 2 YOUNG COUPLE BAR COUPLE FIGHTING COUPLE NECKING COUPLE ARGUING SLEEPING MAT @ BAR MAN 1 HUSTLERS DRAG QUEENS HOOKERS/ JOHNS OLDER S&M MAN BOUNCER TOWN CAR DRIVERS YOUNG MAN IN CAR READERS NOTES INTERIORS: Car Smoke filled tiny apartment Basement bar Park Gazebo Cheap motel room Fancy apartment Gaybar Bar no.3 Bar no.3 Rest rooms Bar no.3 restroom stall Farmhouse Bedroom Taxi Taxi Dark hallway (LAWSON’S Apartment) LAWSON’S living room LAWSON’S kitchen LAWSON’S dining room Laundry mat Liquor store Club Towncar Towncar Plaza hotel suite Glass elevator Hotel corridor Night club Yacht Hustler bar Hustler bar rest room Hustler bar rest room stall Elevator Hotel corridor Hotel room 4507 Hotel lobby (Various-8) Hotel corridors (Various-8) LIMO Sidewalk cafe patio LAWSON’S bed room LAWSON’S bath room LAWSON’S shower NIGHT club 80’s decadence Doctors office Hotel room (Plush) Diner Diner pay phone Wrecked town car Hospital room Chrysler K car John’s car Front seat SETS ALL SETS (TBA) EXTERIORS: Park Gazebo Cheap motel room Baltimore city night Baltimore city night Rain Baltimore boardwalk Basement bar Public park Rain Baltimore city sex shops Various Nice Apartment Various Baltimore city shots Gay bar stairs Gay bar Bar no.3 Winding country road Taxi Taxi LAWSON’S Apartment Bldg. Mansion with great lawn Public Laundromat Liquor store Towncar Towncar WESTIN plaza hotel Glass elevator Yacht Hustler’s bar Various hotels (8) Hearse LIMO Sidewalk cafe Diner Wrecked Towncar Hospital Hospital drop off area Chrysler K car LAWSON’S front lawn Hustlers strip John’s car MUSIC SOUND SCORE HEARTATTACK AND VINE TOM WAITS ORIGINAL SCORE (TBA) SUSPICIOUS MINDS ELVIS PRESLEY ORIGINAL SCORE (TBA) I’M ON FIRE BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN JUKEBOX (TBA) CLUB MUSIC (TBA) CLUB MUSIC (TBA) ORIGINAL SCORE (TBA) LETS GO OUT TONIGHT WANG CHUNG CLUB MUSIC (TBA) ORIGINAL SCORE (TBA) WAY DOWN IN THE HOLE TOM WAITS JUKEBOX (TBA) SAVE THE LAST DANCE THE DRIFTERS I’M COMING OUT DIANA ROSS INFATUATION ROD STEWART ORIGINAL SCORE (TBA) MY EVERYTHING BARRY WHITE ORIGINAL SCORE (TBA) ______________________________________________________________________ Copyright 2002 by Deron Turner. All rights reserved. EPe6716971@AOL.COM 912-964-0613 THIS DRAFT COMPLETED 10/01/02 SCRIPT By Deron Turner 1999 BALTIMORE, MARYLAND. SUMMER. The Production company Logo is presented austerely over a black background. There is a moments hesitation: And then the Words in Red Letters- Dickboy It fades to Black. Fade in now: Major cast names; Three seconds each. Major Production credits 3.5 seconds each. While these remain: We hear the sound now; The streets in full motion. Rain, and Thunder in the distance. Sfx. fade in: A Quotation over a black screen “As long as there are boys who don’t appreciate their youth, and men who do. There will always be drama’. -Unknown Black Screen/ Voice-over throughout: credits only. V.O. MALE HUSTLER The first time I did this ?... Let’s see... the first time I did this. I was about thirteen and a half I guess. I didn’t really know what the hell I was doin’. Some guy just pulled up one night when I was hangin’ out. He offered me a ride. One thing led to another I guess. Asked how much, I didn’t really know what to say... but hey, I was broke. Tired, Hungry. I made ten bucks that day. FLASHBACK- EXT. On (LAWSON) Age thirteen, as he steps into a car with an Older man. Night . BACK TO PRESENT- V.O. MALE HUSTLER CONT. I didn’t really know what the fuck he was talking about at first... And then it snapped. I really didn’t know shit back then. I guess If I did, I probably wouldn’t have done anything that first time, ya’ know. Hind sight’s like the biggest fucking joke ever done to man. Hindsight and free will. Such bullshit. EXT. BALTIMORE. NIGHT. Establishing. Fade In: A Young man being Interviewed through a home video camera. About 30 years old. V.O. MALE HUSTLER cont. Been molested since I was like Nine years old. My mom... I can’t say nothing bad about my mom. I mean, I can’t say she didn’t love me... Because I know that she did. I Mean, it’s not like she didn’t believe us when I’d tell her about the stuff that was going on... It’s just that, Lets just say she had her own problems at the time. I mean, We all got problems right. What’s not to understand about that ? In fact, her problem was my problem too. One in the same... every other night or so. I loved my Mom. She died when I was eleven and a half. I was actually kind of glad for her ya’ know. I mean, not happy. But glad because she didn’t have no more worries ya’ know. She died on a Friday night. I still remember it like it was yesterday. They said it was a massive heart attack, brought on by smoking Crack cocaine. You see, my Dad used to sell it back then. But I don’t really want to talk about him... He and his friends used to come over. And they’d molest us. Me and my little brother. They’d some times make my mom do all kinds of disgusting stuff. And it was like it was just Normal shit to them. And then, they’d pay my old man, before they left. I still remember that. FLASHBACK- INT. On (LAWSON) About eleven years old. In a smoke filled tiny apartment. Men playing poker, drinking, doing drugs. BACK TO PRESENT- V.O. MALE HUSTLER cont. My brother, Randy. Committed suicide last July. July fourth. FLASHBACK- INT. On (LAWSON) Age 16. As he finds his dead brother. BACK TO PRESENT- V.O. MALE HUSTLER cont. You guys said you’d pay me for this right... if I just talked to you. Like normal ?... Just to talk.... Mumbles of “yes” are heard. As the view from the home video camera begins to loosen . EXT. Night. Rain. Baltimore. City shots. Various shots of Urban decay. Fast rolling Montage as the view loosens even more to reveal the Young man being Interviewed by a college Film crew making a Documentary. Documentary crew (voice) It’s fifty bucks for the Interview. Just keep talking to us. Are you getting this Doug ?... V.O. MALE HUSTLER cont. I don’t know what you want me to tell you... My life story or what... V.O. Doug What about school?.. I mean, did you go ?... V.O. MALE HUSTLER cont. I quit school when I was thirteen. The year I started Hustling. I guess I just figured I could do better. You could say, I guess I thought I knew it all. Truth is, I didn’t know anything. I’ve been on the streets now, for almost all of my life. Off and on. I’ve been stabbed, cut up. Robbed, Raped twice. Gang raped once. Beat up. You name it, I’ve done it at least once. I’ve been arrested about Ten times. I’ve lived in Mansions and I’ve been Homeless. Sometimes all in the span of a week. I’ve lived in Penthouse’s and gone on the best Vacations Money can buy. You know, with tricks. Older guys who think they want to take care of you and live with you for the rest of their lives until the reality sets in. I’ve had my own apartment about ten or so times too. Ate good and starved all in the course of hours sometimes. I was a Player, what can I tell you. That’s what they called this life style. Well I was a Player, and this was my World. The Sound Now: Music. “HEARTATTACK AND VINE” TOM WAITS Final Opening Credits V.O. MALE HUSTLER cont. On a good night, I could make a Hundred... some times three hundred bucks a night. The Music continues as we track along now with our Hustler . EXT. Night. Moving shot along the boardwalk and Piers. Crowded night out . People walk the night b.g. Our Hustler Soon Enters (LAWSON) a Basement Bar: The Sound now: Juke box Music. HEARTATTACK AND VINE continues on JUKEBOX. 1986 BALTIMORE, MARYLAND. FALL . EXT. NIGHT. BASEMENT BAR. INT. NIGHT BASEMENT BAR. EST. GAY BAR. ON HUSTLER As he enters the Bar. INT. BASEMENT BAR. With Hustler @ the bar. Hustler stands at the bar talking with an older gentleman. No particular audible conversation is heard. The Camera tracks along the faces of the bar. Lots of second Action here: A: Across the room a small bar fight erupts. The bar keep jumps across the bar and throws the rowdy’s out. B: Two Men neck in a dark corner. C: Another corner and a couple argue back and forth. D: A Patron swipes a sleeping man’s Drink at the Bar. And we pan back to: Our Hustler and the Older gentleman at the Bar. MALE HUSTLER My name’s LAWSON... MAN Well nice to meet you LAWSON... But I don’t have any place we can go tonight... My wife’s home. LAWSON I know a place we can go, but you gotta’ watch out for the cop’s. MAN What are we waiting for, this place stinks. And with that they EXIT the Bar. EXT. Night and Rain. Public Park. Other Hustlers cruise through freely. Car’s cruise in circles looking for sex. Etc. EXT. Night and Rain. The Dark Public Park. LAWSON and THE MAN UNDER A GAZEBO. MUSIC: ORIGINAL SCORE. MED. SHOT. LAWSON and THE MAN. SHADOWS OF MOVEMENT UNDER THE GAZEBO. VAGUE SHAPES AND PATTERNS AS LAWSON PERFORMS ORAL SEX ON THE MAN. AS THE MUSIC ENDS, SO TO DOES THE SEX ACT. THE MAN PAYS LAWSON AND THE TWO LEAVE IN SEPARATE DIRECTIONS ON FOOT. DISSOLVE TO: EXT. BALTIMORE CITY. NIGHT. EXT. BALTIMORE CITY. NIGHT. LAWSON WALKING THE STREETS. LOTS OF ACTION ALL AROUND. HUSTLERS, HOOKERS, DRAG QUEENS AND JOHNS ALIKE. LOTS OF SEX SHOPS AND CLUBS IN THE BACK DROP. LAWSON V.O. cont. Rich young Guys are the worse...they’re either always trying to bend me over something in some totally inappropriate place. Or they want to humiliate you, or they want you to do some totally fucked up thing just for a few bucks. Always trying to humiliate you in some fucked up way or another. It’s like, yeah they want you, but at the same time they think they’re above you. Especially the so called straight one’s that are really BI. They get you in bed and then they try and hurt you. Physically, emotionally, spiritually... Sucks. FLASHBACK- LAWSON and a YOUNGMAN HAVING SEX IN A CAR. THE YOUNGMAN IS TOO ROUGH. BACK TO PRESENT- LAWSON The old guys are no better. Well, actually that one’s a catch twenty two. They like to get real weird with you. Piss on you and shit like that. I have this one older guy... Married. Pay’s me fifty bucks just to take my shoes and socks off and walk all over him while he jacks off. But, on the other hand they definitely pay the most, and they drive the best cars. FLASHBACK- INT. NIGHT. LAWSON and an OLDER MAN IN A MOTEL ROOM. SEMI- S&M ACT. BACK TO PRESENT- LAWSON I think it’s because their tight assed wives stopped being impressed with their Four inch cocks year’s ago. It’s like the only thing that’ll get them off is a young boy who’ll get freaky with them. I mean these guys are so called straight married men. It’s like their wives have no clue or something. Like they just don’t want to know what their husbands are up too. But these day’s... now that I’m older I just let everyone know up front. I don’t do shit like that for anybody. I mean, I’ll do some extra’s but it cost more. Up front. The younger couples that you meet in the bars are the best. The one’s that are just looking for a little spice up for their relationship. Looking for a third in the hay. Those are the best dates. Everything’s worked out up front. Who does what and to who, it’s all already worked out. They invite you back, feed you, wine you and dine you. It’s always cool. And they’re always nice to you because, it’s like they don’t want the other one to see just how twisted they really are. And always, nine times out of ten, when it’s over, they always try and slip their work numbers into my pocket for a little one on one at a later time. I always laugh at that. Like this is some secret thing that neither want’s the other to know about. Some times I’ll call one. Some times I’ll call both. At separate times of course. If I wanted to be a black mailer, I’d be set in this business wouldn’t I ? FLASHBACK- INT. NICE APARTMENT LAWSON with A YOUNGER COUPLE. AT THE DOOR TO EXIT. THEY SLIP PHONE NUMBERS INTO HIS POCKETS. EACH HIDING THIS ACTION FROM THE OTHER LOVER. BACK TO PRESENT- LAWSON cont. Now tourist. That’s a whole different story. They’re a strange breed indeed. Theres just something about a guy on vacation. Sometimes it’s good and sometimes it’s pretty fucked up. I’ve had tourist guy’s try and rip me off after the deed if you can believe that one. I guess they just figure what the hell, they’re not going to ever see you again, I mean, they know your not going to call the cops or anything. But most of the time I try and just work strictly out of the bars. I think its a little safer. I mean, I’ll work the streets too, but it’s much worse than the bars. Trust me on that. PAN OUT: EXT. NIGHT. VARIOUS BALTIMORE CITY SHOTS. PEOPLE, BUILDINGS, STORE FRONTS ETC. NIGHT. VARIOUS FLASH BACKS THROUGH OUT THE FOLLOWING: LAWSON cont. Since I’ve been out here, I’ve known about seven Murder victims. Maybe twenty five Over-doses and I don’t know how many MIA’s. Never seen or heard from them again. No fucking clue. Here today, gone tomorrow. Who knows where they went. One day they’re out here hustling next to you, the next day they’re gone. Maybe some of them just go home, maybe they’re chopped up someplace in the woods. Who the fuck knows. Who ever knows ? I don’t trust anybody out here. And whats better is, I fear everyone. But, I guess when your numbers up, its up. I do have a few regulars that I trust. Most of them pay pretty good. When things get really fucked up out here, I know a few guys I can call. Guys who’ll let me crash at their place. Feed me and shit. All I gotta’ do is keep em’ warm. They’re pretty cool. I trust them at least... Most of the time at least. But out here, you can never let your guard down. Ever. Not even for real sex or love. On a normal night, I get laid about six or seven times. And out of those times, I can’t even tell you how many of those times were just for me. You know, where I was really just in the mood to like have sex with that person because we care for each other. Probably none. Sometimes it happens, but not often. Nah.. I’m not in love or lust with any of these freaks out here. See, out here love is a trap and faith is an illusion. And I know that. EXT. NIGHT. LAWSON OUTSIDE A GAY CLUB. MUSIC INSIDE: jukebox: ELVIS PRESLEY “SUSPICIOUS MINDS” EXT: LAWSON DESCENDS THE STEPS TO THE ENTRANCE. INT: LAWSON ENTERS THE CLUB AND GOES UP TO THE BAR HE ORDERS A DRINK. (IT’S A NOISY GAY BAR/CLUB) LAWSON’S P.O.V. OF A YOUNG MAN ACROSS THE BAR. TWENTIES, HANDSOME. ARC SHOT: EYE CONTACT IS MADE BRIEFLY BUT LAWSON WORKS THE ROOM WITH HIS EYES TURNING HIS ATTENTION TO AN OLDER MAN (MONEY). THE OLDER GENTLEMAN SOON APPROACHES LAWSON. INT: MED SHOT LAWSON AND THE OLDER MAN, TALKING. NOT AUDIBLE. LAWSON SOON GLANCES ANOTHER YOUNG MAN SITTING AT A TABLE HAVING A BOTTLE OF EXPENSIVE WINE. HE’S A HANDSOME YOUNGMAN OF ABOUT 25. RICH KID. WELL DRESSED. LAWSON AND THIS HANDSOME STRANGER EXCHANGE GLANCES BACK AND FORTH WHILE LAWSON AND THE OLDER GENTLEMAN SHARE CONVERSATION. THE OLDER GENTLEMAN BUYS LAWSON A DRINK. NO CONVERSATION IS AUDIBLE IN PARTICULAR HERE JUST BITS AND PIECES OF VARIOUS BAR CHATTER. INT. THE YOUNG MAN SEATED AT THE TABLE NOW FIXATED ON LAWSON. LAWSON TRIES TO IGNORE THIS. LAWSON CONTINUES TO CONVERSE WITH HIS OLDER COMPANION. B.G. THE YOUNG MAN GETS UP FROM THE TABLE AND WALKS TO LAWSON AND KISSES HIM FULL ON THE MOUTH. YOUNGMAN Darling, did you get lost... I’ve been looking all over the place for you. (To the older gentleman) Get lost troll, he’s with someone tonight. (To LAWSON) Our tables over here tonight, don’t you remember ? THE YOUNG MAN LEADS LAWSON TO THE TABLE BY THE ARM HE ORDERS ANOTHER BOTTLE OF WINE BEFORE THEY SIT. YOUNGMAN Hi. My names Chad. I saw you from across the room. You looked like a distressed angel. Plus, I thought it was pretty pathetic the way you let that old guy fawn all over you. I thought you maybe might need a little rescuing. LAWSON Oh really ? CHAD Yes, really. So what’s your name sunshine ? LAWSON LAWSON. So, you wanna’ rescue me huh Chad ?... So what makes you think I need to be rescued again ?... I think I missed the first part of that through all of the bullshit that was coming at me. CHAD Oh.. bullshit. Very good. What, I can’t just like what I see and decide not to wait on line for my turn? LAWSON You must have a very complicated life Chad. I mean, you just ordered a hundred and twenty dollar bottle of wine and your all alone. CHAD But you see I’m not alone. Not anymore. I’m I ? LAWSON That’s still to be decided. CHAD What... not cute enough for you. You like ‘em old and dried up ? LAWSON So, are you here to complicate my life too.. it’s obvious yours is very complicated just judging by the wine you chose. Are you trying to compensate for some other short coming. You wanna’ tell me now or later when you fail to rise to the occasion ? CHAD Oh... someone’s having flashbacks of sleeping with the already near dead. I’m Young, and very full of Cum. I just saw you over there... I come here often, and I’ve never seen you in here before was all. LAWSON I don’t come in here very often. It’s a little uptown for me. THE WAITER BRINGS THE BOTTLE OF WINE Well, don’t stress money when your with me. I have plenty. We should play a game. It’s called what will you do for a dollar. You see, when I saw you... Let’s just say I knew you were looking for some company... You don’t mind being my company do you ? I mean, you are a working boy. So, be my company for the night. And we can play a game. It’s called what will you do for a dollar. And you have to do everything I say or you loose and then you don’t get paid when were through. A PAUSE LAWSON Look Chad... I don’t want to play that game. I don’t want to play any games. It’s late I’m tired. I shouldn’t have even come in here to tell you the truth. Why don’t you give me a break tonight, OK ? You want to fuck around, Okay.... that’s cool. But that’s all. If you don’t want to that’s cool too. If you just want to sit here and maybe talk, that’s cool too. Or I can just leave Okay? CHAD No way. You’re a working boy. I have money. So work for me tonight. Come on, what do you say ? We could have some fun. I got an eightball in the car. I got a hotel room for the night. Lot’s more where that came from too. what do you say ?... But you gotta’ play the game with me. All night. What will you do for a buck. And each time you do something that I demand, you get an extra ten dollars when it’s all over. LAWSON Look Chad, I was actually looking for someone when I came in here. He’s not in here, so maybe some other time. CHAD Oh come on... a little head, a little fucking, a sucking under the table... a little fisting. Nothing your not used too. LAWSON STANDS TO EXIT ANYWAY CHAD I didn’t say you could leave... your not playing the game right. LAWSON That’s because I don’t want to play your stupid game all right. I should just go. CHAD Then just get the fuck on then ! CHAD TOSSES A DRINK IN LAWSON’S FACE And fuck you if you don’t know how to play the game. Just for that I’m not even gonna’ fist fuck you when were through ! LAWSON Why don’t you take your ass back to suburbia and fist fuck your little brother some more or don’t you think It’ll fit anymore. Prick ! AND WITH THAT THE BOUNCER IS ALL OVER LAWSON PUNCHING HIM ONCE IN THE GUT AND DRAGGING HIM OUT SIDE AND UP THE STAIRS TOSSING HIM TO THE CURB. EXT. NIGHT. HE LANDS ON THE STREET HARD. INT: BACK IN THE BAR. THE BARTENDER IS KISSING CHAD’S ASS AND APOLOGIZING FOR THE HUSTLERS ATTITUDE. EXT: NIGHT. OUTSIDE THE BAR/CLUB. LAWSON PICKING HIMSELF UP. HE WALKS ON QUIETLY DOWN THE STREETS. LAWSON V.O. Hustlers don’t do very well in the classier bars. But, let a total prick throw on a suit and tie and even if he’s got the manors of a three year old jacked up on crack they’ll kiss his ass every time and say fuck you too the guy in jeans and a tee shirt. It’s cool though, Six bucks a drink. The place was hardly worth it anyway. EXT. NIGHT. CAMERA’S P.O.V. LAWSON WALKING ON DOWN THE LONG WET STREET. LOT’S OF ACTION B.G. EVERYWHERE. MUSIC NOW: ORIGINAL SCORE. LAWSON STOPS BRIEFLY TO CHAT WITH FRIENDS ETC. NOTHING AUDIBLE. HE CONTINUES ON AFTER A BEAT. LAWSON V.O. Most of the guys out here my age or younger are so hooked on speed and shit they don’t remember who or where or half of the tricks they sleep with. They don’t remember shit. And they’re always drunk. I mean, really drunk. Fucked up and drunk. It’s sad too... no condoms, no respect. They don’t even take regular showers. They just fuck to get fucked up some more. And they rip off half of they’re tricks when they do get one. Around here, it’s nothing to make it a full day of hospital rounds. I mean just visiting the guys you know casually out here who are in the hospital. And I’m really not talking about Aids in particular. Or TB. Or Hepatitis or even ODs. I’m talking where some grown man just kicked the shit out of a fourteen or sixteen year old because the kid tried to rip him off. Or he just didn’t want to pay him when it was done. I mean, I try to look out for some of the younger ones. The okay ones. Not the glue freaks or the crack heads or the needle freaks but the scared homeless hustler kids just trying to eat and find shelter. I look after them when I can. THE SOUND NOW: MUSIC. “I’M ON FIRE” BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN. EXT. NIGHT. AS LAWSON APPROACHES BAR NO. 3 A SMALL CROWD OUTSIDE LOITERING. LAWSON SEEMS TO KNOW THEM ALL BY NAME AS HE DESCENDS THE STEPS INTO: INT: NIGHT. BAR NO.3 NO LARGE CROWD. ABOUT TEN PEOPLE TOTAL. LAWSON IS GREETED WARMLY HERE. THIS IS THE HUSTLERS BAR. AND LAWSON ENTERS AND TAKES HIS SEAT AT THE BAR NO NEED TO ORDER, HIS DRINK IN FRONT OF HIM INSTANTLY. LAWSON (To bartender) Hey Mike. Where is everyone tonight ? MIKE At home broke, or out trying to make some. You starting early, or still going from last night ? LAWSON A little early. MIKE Tony Tee went to jail last night. Fourth time hustling. They say it’s a mandatory four months this time for him. LAWSON So maybe he’ll gain a couple of pounds. MIKE I told his little drunk ass not to go out last night. You sat right there in that chair when I told him not to go out. I told him to just stay here and wait for me till I got off. Now I got him calling’ every twenty minutes like I got some bail money. And he knows my rent’s due on Thursday’s. LAWSON You still seeing him ? MIKE I don’t know why. He’s the dumbest son of a bitch I ever got with. LAWSON Have you seen ELIJAH ? MIKE Now there’s one I don’t figure. What the hell do you see in that rotten assed kid anyway ? Comes in here the other night, drunk off his ass already and I got a full house... and you know I only let him in here because of you- and all of a sudden I look up and that crooked dicked little shit’s pissing in my trash can, the one right next to the dance floor. Middle of the Fuckin’ bar and he’s pissing in the trash can. Now I’m telling you, he’s under aged anyway and I don’t even have to let him in the joint and the only reason I do is because he came in with you first. But if he can’t respect me and my other customers... I mean, who the fuck does he think he is ?! And who the fuck do you think has to clean up a mess like that at the end of the night ?! You go ta’ take out the garbage and shit’s leaking out all over your legs. And it’s piss !. I ain’t into that kind of shit ! LAWSON Yo mike, what’s with the riot act... I was just asking if you’d seen him. I’ll talk to the kid, all right ? You seen him ? MIKE What ?... Jez... you two fucking now ? I’ll never get him out of here now. Say it ain’t so... You Fuckin’ the kid now ? LAWSON What’s it to you ?... Look he just didn’t come home last night is all. That’s all. MIKE Didn’t know you put him up, that’s all. (Pause) So how’s that working out ? He using the toilet at your place? LAWSON Very funny. Actually it’s Okay. Reminds me of Randy. He’s all right. Had my eye out for him all day... No sign of him. Kid’s hard headed.
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