Little Dog (2018–…): Season 1, Episode 3 - Round Three - full transcript
Tommy needs to find a job to be able to pay for his training for the bout against Rico. He ends up meeting Lowly Sr. for the first time in five years - since Lowly was charged with ...
Previously on Little Dog...
I tried to get Tommy out
of the rematch with Rico,
but then he went on the radio,
ended up in a different fight.
- That sounds like fun.
- For charity no less!
- I'm in training.
- He needs the money
and he's not getting it off Mom or me.
- Ginny talks him into applying for...
- Welfare. Freedom to train.
That goes over great. Next thing,
he finds that he gotta fight
a woman in this charity match.
And he won't fight, he won't fight.
And then he fights.
Oh, and then he gets a note from Dad.
It's all he needs now... Dad.
You're the boxer...
Like pounding on girls, do you?
Try pounding on me.
Get you down the hole for an hour.
What's this?
Ummm, those are my balls.
Really?
Those are balls?
Tommy, my son.
Thank, God. You are a sight
for sore eyes. Look at you.
It's been a while.
Five years.
But I get it.
It's not like the jail is next door.
It's not that far. I
mean, I walked here.
I've seen your fight
there the other day.
Oh, my God, my son,
you still got the magic!
Don't go on about it. I fought a woman.
She's a trained goddamn
fighter, isn't she?
No mercy!
And at least, now you know
that you still got it, right?
My God, you put her down in 5 seconds!
You just need to build your confidence.
And your core. And your muscles a bit.
You'll need your old man.
Last time I had you in my corner,
you bashed a bartender's
head in with a toaster oven.
A week before my big fight.
And you got charged with manslaughter.
Attempted manslaughter.
And now I'm getting
out, just as you're about
to go back into the ring. It's fated!
Who's gonna stop us, huh?
Some showboating whoremaster
from the mainland?
Your Little Dog could get it up?
You're embarrassing yourself.
I'm with you, not him.
Yeah, but you're not
answering the question, Pam.
Look, you should be in Vegas
getting your stats up for Nationals,
not throwing your career away
fighting exhibition fights
- with Tommy Ross.
- OK, OK.
OK. Tell me the truth.
- I can handle it.
- Fine.
I don't recall Tommy Ross not
being able to get it up for me.
Ahem!
Then why don't you run back
to your Little Dog with
his little-dog dick?!
Oh, I didn't say it was little.
- Tell me it's a lie.
- Of course it's a lie, honey.
He doesn't have that
type of stamina, Pam.
No, of course not.
He was never your lover. He
held you against your will.
- Exactly.
- Yeah? Yeah.
- OK.
- Yeah.
Oh yeah! Can you use the voice?
But Rico, dahling,
this is my fuckin' voice, innit?
I talk like this all the time.
They're saying over in deep lock
that Rico Havoc trains with astronauts.
People who live and work
in outer space, Tommy.
You gotta get serious, right?
- You need money.
- Listen, I'm getting a job.
Don't talk like that.
Now, you listen to me.
I figured it. Between me and Tucker...
- Ah!
- Wait, what?
Tucker is a good promoter.
Tucker couldn't promote a
hand job in a whorehouse.
Well, Tucker got two
whorehouses in the East End,
and they're both steady go.
Some might say you owe Tucker.
I don't owe that drug-slinging
slumlord sweet fuck all.
Glorified thug.
And you're no better.
Tucker lost a pawnshop
because of that fight,
and now there's only
one shop left in town.
And the prices are through the roof.
And they make you bring in ID
and you gotta sign documents
- before you sell a few stereos!
- Ugh!
You broke the whole system!
Come on, man!
Tommy!
Tommy! Tommy!
Here.
$65?! You're joking?
What? Look, it's got creatine,
taurine, decreases muscular recovery,
increases cardiovascular.
It's made from bull's
balls! It's the gear.
Yo, that's not made out of bull's balls.
Get a pair of rubber gloves,
we'll drive on out to Torbay.
Put it back! Can't afford that.
Ginny! Like, I can't be going around...
- Don't care!
- ... getting the cheap old...
Hi.
Hi.
Town's a lot smaller
than I remember it being.
OK.
Listen, uh...
This charity match...
That was an interesting fight.
It just went wrong.
Yeah, you know, uh...
I would never hit a woman.
Well, I heard they managed
to save her eye, so...
Well...
- It's just like...
- OK. Why don't I take
your $65 tub of shark jizz,
or whatever it is, and we can go!
Honest to God, he's not gonna be happy
until I'm bankrupt and on the
streets taking it from behind.
Arleen to the deli. Arleen to the deli.
- She owes me some money.
- Right.
I got a job interview this afternoon.
- It's great.
- To pay for my training.
Well, it's good to see you.
OK...
Well, thank you for making it
crystal clear that I'm broke.
Well, I wouldn't worry about it.
Haha! Just saw your hot doc pocket
- a tub of chocolate spread.
- No.
- No, she doesn't...
- It's in her coat!
Well, I know a woman
in crisis when I see it.
Come on!
It's not shoplifting
unless you leave the store.
- She is not doing your ridiculous seminar.
- Shh, just imagine the look
on Mom's face when I
land a doctor. Vaani!
Hey, so, you're a klepto.
- What?!
- Listen. She seems to think
that you stole some
kind of chocolate stuff.
Ginny! Oh, God, I was...
- That's nothing.
- Distracted and I didn't even...
- What's this? What else did you... ?
- So sorry, she just...
I don't.
- Just leave it.
- Wait, hang on.
Hang on. Vaani, Vaani, Vaani,
you need to find a less embarrassing way
to love yourself. OK,
You give me a call.
- I'm late for my rounds.
- Vaani, listen,
I would never hit a woman.
Uh, fuck!
SWEET JESUS!
Mr. Devereaux, uh...
I was hoping I could
get my old job back.
What?
No, no, no. That was a
different kind of what.
That wasn't a "I can't hear you what?"
That was a "What? Are you mental?"
- I need some work.
- I needed work last summer,
and then you got drunk,
and then you dumped
1400 pounds of grade-A lumpfish roe
- right off of that wharf.
- I know. I...
- And now, you want more work?!
- Listen, I'm fighting again.
I'm training again now, and...
- I was a prize scrapper in my day.
- Eh, I know.
You TKO'ed Paddy O'Neal,
the Irish Gunner and broke your wrists
in the fourth round.
Carried on for another 12.
I would have loved to
have seen you fight.
You can cut tongues with the lads, eh?
- I'm certified to operate a forklift.
- Clayton drives the forklift.
You can cut tongues with the youngsters
or you can go home.
Come on. Come on.
I knew your mother back
in the day, you know.
She was something else.
You know, she emitted this...
rich and peaty pheromone.
And I could smell it from a mile away.
Still, she picked out a
real prick for her husband,
- didn't she?
- Uh, you mean my father?
Yeah. And where is he now?
- Six feet under.
- Pretty sure my father is alive and well.
He's just down at the pen.
Yeah, look at me.
Just look at me.
You see that? See that sign?
That says "Empire."
It doesn't say incorporated. It
doesn't say enterprise. Empire!
I'm a king!
I'm a god!
See, you put the fish on place
and you bring his weight down.
That takes off the wires
at the stone. Leave that.
Yeah, who showed you that now?
- Hey, Tommy.
- Doin'?
I'm just gutting fish.
Guys, looks like I'm the new manager.
No. He. Is. Not!
Chesley, I want you
to count his tongues.
You're in charge now.
So you're working with
us. That's awesome.
Yeah, just...
part of my training, you know?
Build up stamina in the old wrist.
Haha! Anyways, listen, I hear tell
you're the fastest
tongue man on the wharf.
- Any truth to that?
- Yeah.
There's only room for one
champion in this family.
Hmm?
Well, come on, "Kid Lightning,"
not gonna make no money
standing around gawking at me.
Oh, come on!
Come on! Get the lead out!
... hate we're unionized?
I'll tell you something.
When I was driving the
forklift, there was...
Clay. This...
that thing with your missus, uh, I...
Oh shit! My uncle's an ex-boxing champ.
Clayton doesn't know what he's in for.
Alright, lads!
Jesus Christ, Stan!
It's just a fitted sheet.
Go! Sit!
Disgraceful!
I hope he's good below the belt, Janet,
'cause there's not
much going on upstairs.
OK, folks, for today...
Oh! Vaani, hi!
Well... Oh, this is
special, guys, listen.
Vaani, hey! I'm so happy you came!
I'm just gonna introduce you
to a few of my friends here.
- No.
- Yeah, come on, come on!
So, everyone,
I would like to introduce you
to Dr. Vaani...
- Ab... deeni?
- I was just leaving and...
Dr. Vaani is a thief.
- I'm not. I don't...
- Shoplifting hurts us all, Vaani.
So maybe asking yourself why?
I see a beautiful,
wealthy doctor boosting candy
and chocolate bars from the
locally owned grocery store.
What are you running from?
- No.
- Don't!
Oooh! Yeah! Yes!
Vaani, that's good!
You get mad! Get mad!
Oh, you're not allowed to be mad.
Oh, you just have to help people.
Oh, can you imagine that?
"Doctor, I try to pee,
but just blood and snot comes out."
Ahlalalala!
You just must want to stab him
in the throat with a scalpel.
But if you get angry,
then you're a bitch, right?
Who was calling you today
at the grocery store?
Was that your mother?
Your boyfriend?
My ex.
Breakthrough!
OK. I do a little exercise here.
Stan. Can I borrow Stan?
OK, Stan. Come on, up, up!
Oh, I might find some use
for him after all, huh? Vaani,
this here is your ex-husband
and you're gonna tell him
all the things you're
too afraid to say, OK?
- I'm sorry, this is...
- No.
Wait. why are you apologizing
to sniveling little piglet?
- You tell him how you feel!
- But I don't know him. Sorry.
He's your asshole ex-husband!
You tell him that you're not afraid,
that he can't hurt you anymore.
OK.
I'm not afraid of you.
I'm not afraid of you either.
That's good, Vaani. That's good!
Just LOUDER, Vaani! COME ON!
You're a mean,
bossy, controlling person,
AND I DON'T WANT YOU IN MY LIFE ANYMORE!
Oh! Yes! Yes!
Go. Yes! That was so
good, I'm so proud of you!
Yes! Luv yourself mean!
Luv yourself mean! Luv yourself mean!
And until next week,
everybody. You get out there
- and you tell your friends...
- Where to shove it!
- Yeah!
- Where to shove it!
Where to shove it!
Where to shove it!
You Tommy?
Yeah. Still the same guy.
Tucker says, "Welcome aboard."
No, man, no.
It suddenly struck me.
I'm better than this.
People like Clayton.
You remember Clayton?
He comes up to me and gets up my face.
I say, "Man, what the
fuck are you looking at?
Give me the keys," I said.
Anyways, I grabbed the keys
jumped in the forklift.
Dumped the whole bin over his head.
Fish everywhere.
Clayton's standing
there, shouting at me.
I pounced on him then.
Started whacking him over the
head with a big ole codfish.
Devereaux comes out.
Stuttering and spitting,
frothing at the mouth.
I told him to shove
the job up his hole. He loses it.
- Ever!
- "No more Rosses,"
he says. Fires Chesley too.
- Ches got fired?
- Yeah. He's fine.
He's fine. He's home, balls deep
in his new Xbox, you know.
Look, there's nothing that
a few dollars can't fix.
Money cures what ails you.
- Where did you get that?
- Got a problem?
Throw a few bucks at it.
But listen. Devereaux has got
a picture of him up on the wall.
He goes around with no pants on.
- He's probably grooming Chesley for...
- Oh, shut up!
I gotta find him. You
keep feeding her drinks,
- she's tightly wound in need of a good...
- Oh yeah?
- Hmm... Mm-mm. -
To give or to get?
- Neither.
- Both!
- See you next Tuesday?
- OK.
♪ I could see them dancing ♪
Well, it's getting late.
Um, so, I should let you go
meet up with whoever...
- you'll meet up with.
- No, I don't have a girlfriend.
That's what you're asking.
- I wasn't asking.
- Well, I haven't had a girlfriend
since I almost got married.
Hmm... This is Pamela
married to Rico?
You do like me.
Why else would you
be creeping me online?
OK, we went to high school together.
You've had a thing for
me since high school.
- No!
- You have.
But you were always nice to me
- when most people ignored me...
- Ha!
- Imagine that.
- I know.
People ignoring you.
Anyway, I always remembered you, so...
I can be really nice to you tonight.
OK, I'm going.
Listen, wait, wait.
I'm joking. Obviously,
I'm joking, alright?
Seriously, I'm just joking. Stay.
Just... just stay and
have a couple of drinks
with me. They don't even
have to have alcohol.
They can be...
tequila or something like that.
Stay for a while.
OK.
I'm gonna go to the restroom
- and you get us a couple drinks.
- ♪ Now he's staring me ♪
♪ Right in the eye ♪
Ah, Tucker.
Little Dog.
We're gonna have a talk.
♪ Everybody loved you ♪
♪ Oh, they loved you ♪
♪ When your dad ♪
♪ Loved you in the end ♪
Did the guy I was with leave?
Yes. Uh, yeah. He, uh...
Uh, he left with a couple of friends.
♪ Ah, you could have gone then ♪
I was... I was trying
to talk to someone.
No one wants to talk to you!
But I do! At least until you pay me back
every red cent you owe me.
I'm gonna put a boatload of
cash on your stupidly low odds,
and then you are gonna win.
Follow?
- I'll put some thought into it.
- Prfff! You prick!
Left here!
I've been keeping a
close eye on your nephew.
I hear he's looking for a job now.
He would make a sweet, little
oxy mule. Look, there he is!
Stay the hell away from Chesley.
Roll down the window. Call out to him.
- Go on, call out to him!
- Alright.
- Alright. Goddammit, alright!
- Uh-huh, good man. Ha!
- One more thing, Tommy...
- What?
Ah! Ugh!
Be careful, boys, we don't
want to break nothing.
You're kidding me!
Ohhh, yeah.
Ugh!
Well, you're up.
We have a visitor.
- Hello, Tommy.
- Hi, Pam.
I tried to get Tommy out
of the rematch with Rico,
but then he went on the radio,
ended up in a different fight.
- That sounds like fun.
- For charity no less!
- I'm in training.
- He needs the money
and he's not getting it off Mom or me.
- Ginny talks him into applying for...
- Welfare. Freedom to train.
That goes over great. Next thing,
he finds that he gotta fight
a woman in this charity match.
And he won't fight, he won't fight.
And then he fights.
Oh, and then he gets a note from Dad.
It's all he needs now... Dad.
You're the boxer...
Like pounding on girls, do you?
Try pounding on me.
Get you down the hole for an hour.
What's this?
Ummm, those are my balls.
Really?
Those are balls?
Tommy, my son.
Thank, God. You are a sight
for sore eyes. Look at you.
It's been a while.
Five years.
But I get it.
It's not like the jail is next door.
It's not that far. I
mean, I walked here.
I've seen your fight
there the other day.
Oh, my God, my son,
you still got the magic!
Don't go on about it. I fought a woman.
She's a trained goddamn
fighter, isn't she?
No mercy!
And at least, now you know
that you still got it, right?
My God, you put her down in 5 seconds!
You just need to build your confidence.
And your core. And your muscles a bit.
You'll need your old man.
Last time I had you in my corner,
you bashed a bartender's
head in with a toaster oven.
A week before my big fight.
And you got charged with manslaughter.
Attempted manslaughter.
And now I'm getting
out, just as you're about
to go back into the ring. It's fated!
Who's gonna stop us, huh?
Some showboating whoremaster
from the mainland?
Your Little Dog could get it up?
You're embarrassing yourself.
I'm with you, not him.
Yeah, but you're not
answering the question, Pam.
Look, you should be in Vegas
getting your stats up for Nationals,
not throwing your career away
fighting exhibition fights
- with Tommy Ross.
- OK, OK.
OK. Tell me the truth.
- I can handle it.
- Fine.
I don't recall Tommy Ross not
being able to get it up for me.
Ahem!
Then why don't you run back
to your Little Dog with
his little-dog dick?!
Oh, I didn't say it was little.
- Tell me it's a lie.
- Of course it's a lie, honey.
He doesn't have that
type of stamina, Pam.
No, of course not.
He was never your lover. He
held you against your will.
- Exactly.
- Yeah? Yeah.
- OK.
- Yeah.
Oh yeah! Can you use the voice?
But Rico, dahling,
this is my fuckin' voice, innit?
I talk like this all the time.
They're saying over in deep lock
that Rico Havoc trains with astronauts.
People who live and work
in outer space, Tommy.
You gotta get serious, right?
- You need money.
- Listen, I'm getting a job.
Don't talk like that.
Now, you listen to me.
I figured it. Between me and Tucker...
- Ah!
- Wait, what?
Tucker is a good promoter.
Tucker couldn't promote a
hand job in a whorehouse.
Well, Tucker got two
whorehouses in the East End,
and they're both steady go.
Some might say you owe Tucker.
I don't owe that drug-slinging
slumlord sweet fuck all.
Glorified thug.
And you're no better.
Tucker lost a pawnshop
because of that fight,
and now there's only
one shop left in town.
And the prices are through the roof.
And they make you bring in ID
and you gotta sign documents
- before you sell a few stereos!
- Ugh!
You broke the whole system!
Come on, man!
Tommy!
Tommy! Tommy!
Here.
$65?! You're joking?
What? Look, it's got creatine,
taurine, decreases muscular recovery,
increases cardiovascular.
It's made from bull's
balls! It's the gear.
Yo, that's not made out of bull's balls.
Get a pair of rubber gloves,
we'll drive on out to Torbay.
Put it back! Can't afford that.
Ginny! Like, I can't be going around...
- Don't care!
- ... getting the cheap old...
Hi.
Hi.
Town's a lot smaller
than I remember it being.
OK.
Listen, uh...
This charity match...
That was an interesting fight.
It just went wrong.
Yeah, you know, uh...
I would never hit a woman.
Well, I heard they managed
to save her eye, so...
Well...
- It's just like...
- OK. Why don't I take
your $65 tub of shark jizz,
or whatever it is, and we can go!
Honest to God, he's not gonna be happy
until I'm bankrupt and on the
streets taking it from behind.
Arleen to the deli. Arleen to the deli.
- She owes me some money.
- Right.
I got a job interview this afternoon.
- It's great.
- To pay for my training.
Well, it's good to see you.
OK...
Well, thank you for making it
crystal clear that I'm broke.
Well, I wouldn't worry about it.
Haha! Just saw your hot doc pocket
- a tub of chocolate spread.
- No.
- No, she doesn't...
- It's in her coat!
Well, I know a woman
in crisis when I see it.
Come on!
It's not shoplifting
unless you leave the store.
- She is not doing your ridiculous seminar.
- Shh, just imagine the look
on Mom's face when I
land a doctor. Vaani!
Hey, so, you're a klepto.
- What?!
- Listen. She seems to think
that you stole some
kind of chocolate stuff.
Ginny! Oh, God, I was...
- That's nothing.
- Distracted and I didn't even...
- What's this? What else did you... ?
- So sorry, she just...
I don't.
- Just leave it.
- Wait, hang on.
Hang on. Vaani, Vaani, Vaani,
you need to find a less embarrassing way
to love yourself. OK,
You give me a call.
- I'm late for my rounds.
- Vaani, listen,
I would never hit a woman.
Uh, fuck!
SWEET JESUS!
Mr. Devereaux, uh...
I was hoping I could
get my old job back.
What?
No, no, no. That was a
different kind of what.
That wasn't a "I can't hear you what?"
That was a "What? Are you mental?"
- I need some work.
- I needed work last summer,
and then you got drunk,
and then you dumped
1400 pounds of grade-A lumpfish roe
- right off of that wharf.
- I know. I...
- And now, you want more work?!
- Listen, I'm fighting again.
I'm training again now, and...
- I was a prize scrapper in my day.
- Eh, I know.
You TKO'ed Paddy O'Neal,
the Irish Gunner and broke your wrists
in the fourth round.
Carried on for another 12.
I would have loved to
have seen you fight.
You can cut tongues with the lads, eh?
- I'm certified to operate a forklift.
- Clayton drives the forklift.
You can cut tongues with the youngsters
or you can go home.
Come on. Come on.
I knew your mother back
in the day, you know.
She was something else.
You know, she emitted this...
rich and peaty pheromone.
And I could smell it from a mile away.
Still, she picked out a
real prick for her husband,
- didn't she?
- Uh, you mean my father?
Yeah. And where is he now?
- Six feet under.
- Pretty sure my father is alive and well.
He's just down at the pen.
Yeah, look at me.
Just look at me.
You see that? See that sign?
That says "Empire."
It doesn't say incorporated. It
doesn't say enterprise. Empire!
I'm a king!
I'm a god!
See, you put the fish on place
and you bring his weight down.
That takes off the wires
at the stone. Leave that.
Yeah, who showed you that now?
- Hey, Tommy.
- Doin'?
I'm just gutting fish.
Guys, looks like I'm the new manager.
No. He. Is. Not!
Chesley, I want you
to count his tongues.
You're in charge now.
So you're working with
us. That's awesome.
Yeah, just...
part of my training, you know?
Build up stamina in the old wrist.
Haha! Anyways, listen, I hear tell
you're the fastest
tongue man on the wharf.
- Any truth to that?
- Yeah.
There's only room for one
champion in this family.
Hmm?
Well, come on, "Kid Lightning,"
not gonna make no money
standing around gawking at me.
Oh, come on!
Come on! Get the lead out!
... hate we're unionized?
I'll tell you something.
When I was driving the
forklift, there was...
Clay. This...
that thing with your missus, uh, I...
Oh shit! My uncle's an ex-boxing champ.
Clayton doesn't know what he's in for.
Alright, lads!
Jesus Christ, Stan!
It's just a fitted sheet.
Go! Sit!
Disgraceful!
I hope he's good below the belt, Janet,
'cause there's not
much going on upstairs.
OK, folks, for today...
Oh! Vaani, hi!
Well... Oh, this is
special, guys, listen.
Vaani, hey! I'm so happy you came!
I'm just gonna introduce you
to a few of my friends here.
- No.
- Yeah, come on, come on!
So, everyone,
I would like to introduce you
to Dr. Vaani...
- Ab... deeni?
- I was just leaving and...
Dr. Vaani is a thief.
- I'm not. I don't...
- Shoplifting hurts us all, Vaani.
So maybe asking yourself why?
I see a beautiful,
wealthy doctor boosting candy
and chocolate bars from the
locally owned grocery store.
What are you running from?
- No.
- Don't!
Oooh! Yeah! Yes!
Vaani, that's good!
You get mad! Get mad!
Oh, you're not allowed to be mad.
Oh, you just have to help people.
Oh, can you imagine that?
"Doctor, I try to pee,
but just blood and snot comes out."
Ahlalalala!
You just must want to stab him
in the throat with a scalpel.
But if you get angry,
then you're a bitch, right?
Who was calling you today
at the grocery store?
Was that your mother?
Your boyfriend?
My ex.
Breakthrough!
OK. I do a little exercise here.
Stan. Can I borrow Stan?
OK, Stan. Come on, up, up!
Oh, I might find some use
for him after all, huh? Vaani,
this here is your ex-husband
and you're gonna tell him
all the things you're
too afraid to say, OK?
- I'm sorry, this is...
- No.
Wait. why are you apologizing
to sniveling little piglet?
- You tell him how you feel!
- But I don't know him. Sorry.
He's your asshole ex-husband!
You tell him that you're not afraid,
that he can't hurt you anymore.
OK.
I'm not afraid of you.
I'm not afraid of you either.
That's good, Vaani. That's good!
Just LOUDER, Vaani! COME ON!
You're a mean,
bossy, controlling person,
AND I DON'T WANT YOU IN MY LIFE ANYMORE!
Oh! Yes! Yes!
Go. Yes! That was so
good, I'm so proud of you!
Yes! Luv yourself mean!
Luv yourself mean! Luv yourself mean!
And until next week,
everybody. You get out there
- and you tell your friends...
- Where to shove it!
- Yeah!
- Where to shove it!
Where to shove it!
Where to shove it!
You Tommy?
Yeah. Still the same guy.
Tucker says, "Welcome aboard."
No, man, no.
It suddenly struck me.
I'm better than this.
People like Clayton.
You remember Clayton?
He comes up to me and gets up my face.
I say, "Man, what the
fuck are you looking at?
Give me the keys," I said.
Anyways, I grabbed the keys
jumped in the forklift.
Dumped the whole bin over his head.
Fish everywhere.
Clayton's standing
there, shouting at me.
I pounced on him then.
Started whacking him over the
head with a big ole codfish.
Devereaux comes out.
Stuttering and spitting,
frothing at the mouth.
I told him to shove
the job up his hole. He loses it.
- Ever!
- "No more Rosses,"
he says. Fires Chesley too.
- Ches got fired?
- Yeah. He's fine.
He's fine. He's home, balls deep
in his new Xbox, you know.
Look, there's nothing that
a few dollars can't fix.
Money cures what ails you.
- Where did you get that?
- Got a problem?
Throw a few bucks at it.
But listen. Devereaux has got
a picture of him up on the wall.
He goes around with no pants on.
- He's probably grooming Chesley for...
- Oh, shut up!
I gotta find him. You
keep feeding her drinks,
- she's tightly wound in need of a good...
- Oh yeah?
- Hmm... Mm-mm. -
To give or to get?
- Neither.
- Both!
- See you next Tuesday?
- OK.
♪ I could see them dancing ♪
Well, it's getting late.
Um, so, I should let you go
meet up with whoever...
- you'll meet up with.
- No, I don't have a girlfriend.
That's what you're asking.
- I wasn't asking.
- Well, I haven't had a girlfriend
since I almost got married.
Hmm... This is Pamela
married to Rico?
You do like me.
Why else would you
be creeping me online?
OK, we went to high school together.
You've had a thing for
me since high school.
- No!
- You have.
But you were always nice to me
- when most people ignored me...
- Ha!
- Imagine that.
- I know.
People ignoring you.
Anyway, I always remembered you, so...
I can be really nice to you tonight.
OK, I'm going.
Listen, wait, wait.
I'm joking. Obviously,
I'm joking, alright?
Seriously, I'm just joking. Stay.
Just... just stay and
have a couple of drinks
with me. They don't even
have to have alcohol.
They can be...
tequila or something like that.
Stay for a while.
OK.
I'm gonna go to the restroom
- and you get us a couple drinks.
- ♪ Now he's staring me ♪
♪ Right in the eye ♪
Ah, Tucker.
Little Dog.
We're gonna have a talk.
♪ Everybody loved you ♪
♪ Oh, they loved you ♪
♪ When your dad ♪
♪ Loved you in the end ♪
Did the guy I was with leave?
Yes. Uh, yeah. He, uh...
Uh, he left with a couple of friends.
♪ Ah, you could have gone then ♪
I was... I was trying
to talk to someone.
No one wants to talk to you!
But I do! At least until you pay me back
every red cent you owe me.
I'm gonna put a boatload of
cash on your stupidly low odds,
and then you are gonna win.
Follow?
- I'll put some thought into it.
- Prfff! You prick!
Left here!
I've been keeping a
close eye on your nephew.
I hear he's looking for a job now.
He would make a sweet, little
oxy mule. Look, there he is!
Stay the hell away from Chesley.
Roll down the window. Call out to him.
- Go on, call out to him!
- Alright.
- Alright. Goddammit, alright!
- Uh-huh, good man. Ha!
- One more thing, Tommy...
- What?
Ah! Ugh!
Be careful, boys, we don't
want to break nothing.
You're kidding me!
Ohhh, yeah.
Ugh!
Well, you're up.
We have a visitor.
- Hello, Tommy.
- Hi, Pam.