A Single Shot Page #2

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I'm sorry.

The hell you say.

Christ almighty.

I'll come by

and see Nolan then.

He's gonna be there, right?

It's not a good time.

I need to see him.

And you.

I got somethin' important

to tell you about our future.

John, I...

Lookit what you done my pants!

What about your goddamn pants?

They look pissed in.

Well...

We got some kind of problem?

What'd I tell you about

comin' in and raisin' sh*t?

Don't trouble yourself, Puffy.

We're good over here.

Ain't we good over here?

You get your pants cleaned.

We got 'er straightened out,

right, we got it

straightened out.

Drop the goddamned bag.

Is this... is this

1201 Belmont?

I ain't shitting you, man.

Okay. I think

I got the wrong house.

Yeah.

Most-f***in'-likely.

No. He don't.

That's John.

John?

The husband.

I'm Jess's friend, Carla.

From Puffy's?

I'm babysittin'.

Babysitting?

Sh*t. Where's Jess?

I didn't ask.

Are you watchin' pornos

on the f***in' TV?

Yeah, well, we got

a constitutional right.

You got a f***in' gun on me.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

I put it away.

And you're f***ing

in front of my kid!

Well, he was sleepin'.

Till you woke him, John.

You best be gone, or dressed,

when I get back.

I don't want to see

your sorry ass naked

in my wife and kid's house.

Hey. Hey...

Hey! It's daddy!

Can you say "dada"?

Oh, sh*t.

It's okay. It's okay.

It's okay.

Better let me have him, John.

What's the matter with him?

Oh, he just ain't

used to seeing you is all.

What do you mean,

ain't used to seeing me?

Aw, I know, baby.

I know.

What's the matter with him?

What'd you people do to him?

He's just a little scared

is all.

Yes, you are, baby.

Is that right?

Hey.

I'm gonna tell Jess

what I found here.

Best believe me that.

How's that?

Say "bye-bye, daddy."

You know, the look on your face

makes me think

you do remember me.

I'm wondering why you can't f***

in your own place is all.

Sh*t, you know how it is, John.

My dick's a basset hound.

I'm just the poor

son of a b*tch

holding its chain.

I can't figure out why

you're still here neither.

Well...

Nobody lives here's

asked me to leave.

Yeah, well, most guys

who make a**holes of themselves

don't wait to be.

Well, hell, John,

that was nothin'.

I mean, you should've come

a few minutes earlier,

got the same show

the pizza man did.

Should I put this

in the fridge?

It feels like

maybe it needs it.

You mad at me

for some reason, John?

I don't like guns

being pulled on me.

If a f***ing lunatic madman

breaks into a place,

what would you do? Huh?

I don't like 'em

around my kid, neither.

Oh, come on, now.

A lifelong hunter

like you, John?

I don't believe that.

See, the truth is,

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