Cornered! Page #3

Hey.

How does he know

about last Wednesday?

I told you. He's got VCRs

wired up to those things.

Well, they're damn well hidden if he has.

Believe me, I have checked.

He doesn't trust any of us.

He's just an a**hole.

Give me the usual.

I got him wrapped around my finger.

- I know all of Steve's tricks.

- Oh, yeah?

Very funny, Jimmy.

Huh? Oh.

Sorry.

You even have

the same doughnuts every night.

You okay?

I'm all right!

Donny, can you take over for me?

- I got to take a leak, man.

- Sure.

T.J.

Yeah. It's me. Jimmy.

No. Look, I can't get

into all that now.

When can you come by?

I'll pay for the damn cab.

I'm dying here, man.

Well, how soon is soon?

One hour? Two hours?

Okay.

Okay.

Look, I said okay, didn't I?

- Steve. Hey...

- Hey, Jimmy...

What the f*** did I tell you?

That if I ever caught you calling

his scumbag again, I'd f*** you up!

No. Wait. I just needed a little

something to take the edge off...

- just a little methadone.

- Methadone?

Goddamn it, you were on that sh*t

in rehab and you still f***ed it up...

- by bringing in dope!

- Ow!

- Goddamn it!

- Ow! Leave me alone, Steve.

The deal with your mother was that if you

goddamn work here you got to be clean!

- I was clean!

- When?

- Yesterday!

- Should we do something?

Who's gonna stop him? You?

What the hell is it

all about anyway?

Where do you think Jimmy's been

this past week?

Hawaii.

Comes back whiter

than a nun's tit,

- and you think he's been to Hawaii?

- That's what Steve told me.

Steve put out

the whole Hawaii story...

because he's embarrassed

there's a junkie in his family.

Jimmy was in rehab.

Yeah, and it looks like he got himself

kicked out by the sound of it.

You are worthless, goddamn it!

Hey, let's just go on upstairs.

Come on.

Someone should talk

to the goddamn mirror for once!

- Steve, I'm feeling sick, man.

- Sick.

Come on, you got

to understand. Steve.

- What the f*** do you think you're doing?

- I got a dependency, man.

- Shut the f*** up.

- Come on. Please, Steve. I need my phone.

- Oh, you want this? Yeah? You want this?

- Yes. Yes, please.

What the hell

did you do that for?

I'm off the clock, Steve.

Let me out.

We're playing poker.

I don't wanna play poker, Steve.

I just wanna go home.

I don't think so. We're gonna have us

a good old-fashioned lock-in.

What? You're gonna keep me

prisoner here?

Don't think of it that way.

We're gonna have some fun,

play some cards, have a couple of drinks.

You could even win

some cash.

Then after a fine evening of

entertainment, you can stay here...

- with your old Uncle Steve.

- No!

You'll be ready for work in the morning.

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