Agenda: Payback Page #5

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My daughter's college fund,

second mortgage on the house,

I gave you everything.

How am I supposed to know

about your financial situation?

If I'd known you ran that

close to the f***ing edge,

- maybe I wouldn't have...

- You wouldn't have what?

You wouldn't have what?

- That, that, that...

- Let me ask you.

Would you have stopped me

from taking that first drink?

Would you have stopped me from

being an a**hole to my wife?

Would you have stopped me from

getting in the car that day?

What car?

We're done talking.

What the f***

are you talking about?

Pete, Pete!

How the f***

am I supposed to know

that you're an a**hole

to your wife?

Maybe you give her

a coat when she's cold!

Maybe you hold the door open!

But maybe you don't pull

her hair when you bang her!

God!

[spits]

They like that sh*t,

you f***ing p*ssy!

Steve, Steve.

There's somebody else

here to see you.

Please tell me

it's not my mom. Christ.

Taken enough sh*t for one day.

ANDREW:
You were always one

for a good joke, Steve.

And there was a time when

I would've laughed with you.

Holy sh*t, Andrew.

I ain't seen you since you

were the Democratic poster boy.

Yeah, well, we were both

a lot younger then.

Yeah.

You mind if we have

a moment alone?

We have some business

to discuss in private.

You don't have a stick of gum,

do you?

Cocksucker punched me in the

nose a couple times. Just...

F***in' tastes like blood,

you know?

ANDREW:
Yeah, I do.

I can't...

I appreciate it.

So... what the f***

are you doing here?

I, uh...

Sure you want something

from me, right?

Do you remember

when we first met?

[chuckles]

Yeah, you f***ing weirdo.

The Italian restaurant.

I don't remember the name.

- Starts with a f***ing C.

- Carpaccios.

Nice beef with

a Stilton gravy on it.

The waitress with the legs all

the way up to her f***ing ass.

I remember.

I got my face

buried in that ass.

F***ing glorious.

What you told me that night?

I...

We talked about a number

of things that night, buddy.

Half the conversations were

under the influence of vino.

Well, let me remind you.

You promised the ring

off your finger

that you could triple

my campaign money

in less than 72 hours.

Yeah, I remember

the conversation.

I remember distinctively

the conversation.

It was the Flomech deal.

Of course. I mean, it was

a f***ing rock solid deal.

Each and every one of us were on

the f***ing ground floor, yeah.

Then why did I end up

with an empty account

and no ring from your finger?

For the same f***ing reason

that I did.

No one in their right mind

could have foreseen

the CEO being brought up

on charges

- for insider trading.

- But still...

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