Bad Frank

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Hi.

- Hey.

- What's up, baby?

What are you working on?

Nothing.

What are you cooking?

- Eggs.

- Yeah?

I don't understand you. You're out all

night long, working your ass off,

then all you want to do

when you get home

is go out in the backyard

and bang away on stuff.

Tell me that you're drinking

out of the carton again.

Frank, Jesus Christ,

what did you do?

- Oh, sh*t.

- Oh, my god, you're bleeding everywhere.

- I just nicked it before and...

- Oh, you nicked it?

- Look at you. You're a mess.

- Sorry. Ah!

Will you put this... oh, my god,

put this in there.

Ugh, it's all over the floor.

Ahem.

Sorry, baby.

- Who's, uh, fizzy?

- Oh, that's...

That's my, uh,

my girlfriend from work.

Just one of the other nurses.

- Oh, yeah?

- She is hysterical.

Here.

- Eat.

- Thanks.

Will you let me look

at this, please?

I'm fine, really. It's fine.

Take that off of there

and let me see it.

Gina, I'm good. Okay?

- Okay.

- Why you gotta be so stubborn for?

I'm good.

- You're a Scootch.

- Yeah.

All right, I gotta head out

and, uh,

get some things done today,

so I'm gonna get ready.

- All right.

- You working later tonight?

Yeah. I'm going to see

Charlie first.

Oh.

Sh*t, I forgot that's today.

You all right?

Yeah, I think so.

I don't even know.

I guess.

Yeah, I'm good.

I'm good.

Did you hear back from

your mom yet at all?

- No.

- Seriously?

- Yeah.

- Okay.

At this point,

she's just being mean.

She's being a b*tch.

How many times

can your own son call you

and you don't call him back?

Ugh. You know what? Maybe it's time

to just let it go for a little while.

Yeah.

It's your call.

Hey, I love you.

Okay.

- I said I love you.

- I love you, too.

All right, do your thing.

I'm good.

Kiss it.

Okay.

- Frank

- hey.

- Been a while.

- Yeah. How's it going, Joe?

- How you doing?

- Good, good.

Nah, just ice water is fine.

- Ice water?

- Yeah.

Whatever you say.

Ice water coming right up.

Ahem.

How you doing?

Yeah, I'm doing all right.

It's a good game. I haven't

watched the games in a while.

I've been working nights.

What do you want, frank?

To talk.

Just to see you.

It's been five years, you know?

Five quiet years.

Things are different, Charlie.

Why?

'Cause you're drinking water?

No. No.

God, I can barely look

at the stuff anymore.

I'm even thinking about...

Becoming a counselor

or something.

Me, right?

Yeah.

Gina's doing good.

She said hello.

She, uh, she's a nurse.

She's doing great, actually.

She's cooking a lot now.

Like mom used to.

Not as good as mom, but...

- Yeah.

- I don't know you, Frankie.

Your mother neither.

I don't think we ever did.

So what's there to talk about?

Right.

All right.

All right.

I'll let... I'll let you

get back to the game.

Hey, frank, take it easy.

Was hoping I'd find you here.

Get off my f***ing truck,

Travis.

Are you stupid?

Oh, like I'm going to f***ing

make any more damage.

What's up?

Just wanted to hang out.

Want to burn one?

Um...

Yeah, whatever.

Can I have a cigarette?

That's my lighter.

Old man in there?

Yep.

How's he doing?

He's all right.

Same old cock?

Sorry.

All right, what?

What's up? Come on.

All right, well,

I hate to bug you about it,

but I kind of need to know where you're

landing on this whole helping me out thing.

- Aw, come on, huh. Jesus.

- Come on. The...

Listen, the VIG's gonna go up. They're

gonna end up breaking my legs.

Come on, man, I need your help.

- When?

- It's tomorrow night.

Listen, you can help me out

or you can push me around

in a wheelchair

the rest of your life.

I don't give a f*** about that.

I wouldn't push you anywhere.

All right, that's it though,

Travis, really.

No more, okay?

Yeah, sure. Me, too.

I mean, this is it.

I'm serious, man.

I'm not kidding.

- I know.

- All right.

Hey, I got time for a couple of drinks.

You wanna go in? Hang out?

- No, I gotta go to work.

- Come on, man.

No, I gotta go.

Gina.

G!

You f***ing kidding me?

Gina, f***ing stop.

What are you doing?

- Sorry. Drying my hair.

- I'm working today.

Trying to get a couple of hours of

sleep in this morning, you know?

- All right, sorry. I'm done.

- Damn it.

Um, oh, did you pick up

my prescription yesterday?

Oh, sh*t. I forgot.

I went over there yesterday to get it and

the pharmacy said that it's expired.

You need to call into

the doctor's office.

Ah, sh*t, really?

Yeah. You're gonna have to make an

appointment and get over there.

Sorry.

Do you want me to do it?

- No. No, I'll do it.

- All right.

They said you have two that are expired.

Both of them.

You need to get them

both refilled.

What's the other one for?

It's the headaches.

They just gave me another one...

You have two now?

Yeah. What are you doing?

You going to work?

Well, yeah, I'm going to work.

You better call

the doctor's office now

'cause it's gonna be tough for you to get

an appointment last minute like that.

I will. Isn't that, like,

three shifts this week?

Yes, babe.

I picked up another shift.

Bills keep piling up.

Mama's gotta work.

What do you want me to tell you?

Are we going out later now?

No. I'm going out

with Travis tonight.

I'm gonna hang out with him.

Okay, well, Travis

is hanging out with us.

Because it's Veronica's birthday

and we're all getting together.

So I'll assume that

that means yes.

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