Charlie Zone Page #5

Okay, will do.

(Whispers)

Not a f***ing sound.

(Keys jingle)

(whistling)

You don't know, but you're

f***ing everything up. I had a plan.

Oh, yeah, to do what?

Get clean.

Get out.

I've seen you

on a hundred corners.

Everyone tries,

but almost nobody makes it.

And for somebody who knows the odds,

you can probably guess...

neither will you.

Not everything is simple.

Except for Indians, right?

And stop calling me

"Chief Red Bull. "

You're no one...

just like me.

(Slams)

(rattles)

(engine starts)

(glass crunches)

(doorbell jingles)

- Avery.

- Been a while.

(police scanner plays faintly)

- Still in the life?

- Not for long.

- Outside's harder.

- Business good?

Better lately.

Hey, I'll get there someday, huh?

Open my ouzeri.

This a social thing?

It's a "no questions" thing.

(Faint panting, grunting)

- (doorbell jingles)

- (police scanner continues)

Okay, get up.

No bullshit, okay?

Can I keep my blanket?

I've had it forever.

I have really bad circulation.

Oof!

Dispatcher on scanner:

422 Alpha Tango Hotel...

(line hums, keypad beeping)

(m utters)

F***.

Classy place.

Yeah. Well, it's much better

than where you were.

I'm serious.

A bed without

three f***ing people in it,

like, stoned

or puking on the floor.

We won't be here long.

Hey, can I have a shower?

Well, you want me

to look respectable, right?

(Bangs)

Three minutes.

You know, for scum,

you're not so bad.

Ow!

Bet she'll miss you

when you're dead.

(Bolt clicks)

(line hums)

(water splattering)

(beeps)

(line ringing)

- Sister:
Where are you?

- Travelers Motel, Unit 2.

So you think you're smart.

- Safe.

- Don't leave for any reason.

Her parents will

pick her up shortly.

- With the money.

- Of course.

Give her the pills

so that this goes smoothly.

All right.

(Rattling)

(rapping)

One minute.

- One minute.

- Don't rush me!

(knocking on door)

(thumping)

Don't get too comfortable.

Let me enjoy this a while.

(Motor revving)

You f***in' kidding me?

The TV doesn't work?

People don't come here

to watch TV.

So what about that hit

you promised me?

I'm dying here.

Something's happening.

Give me your car keys!

How did you get that?

Now, f***er!

You're holding it wrong.

Give them to me.

(Motorcycle revving)

Move!

(Biker yelling)

(motor stops)

Look,

I'll pay it all back, okay?

(Sighs)

- (grunts)

- (biker speaking French)

You picked the wrong f***ing hotel,

eh, Indian man. Huh?

- It's ours now.

- (thumps)

Times change, my friend.

I thought he was with you.

(Hammering)

Biker:

You're in debt to Pop.

He don't like being made

a fool of.

I've got the money, okay?

Just let me call my friends.

Biker:
Eh-hh, nothing but f***ing lies

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