Derailed Page #6

Oh, man.

I could make you scream, you know?

Ls she better than

your wife at home? Ha.

Look at that.

Aah!

What'd you say, Charlie?

I can f*** her? Well, thanks... Charlie.

I knew you were a nice guy.

Whoa! Where you goin', Lucinda?

You gonna take it from him,

or you gonna go for a whole lot more?

Shh!

Check this out, Charlie.

Championship f***in', right here.

- Twelve rounder.

- No.

Aah!

- Oh, please.

- Shut up!

- Yeah, you don't wanna miss this.

- No!

Please. No, please. Please.

Hey, Chuck, f*** her like that.

Come on, Chuck. Don't fail me, man.

Round four coming up.

No, stop, please!

Ill take you to a hospital.

I'm so sorry.

Ill call the police.

No. No.

We... We gotta give a description.

Stop. Stop it.

No.

The police are gonna wanna know

what we were doing here.

So we tell them.

We have to.

Can't.

Oh, my God, my family.

Well, what do you want me to do?

Tell me what to do.

I just want you to get me out of here.

Holy sh*t, Chaz.

- Oh, my God!

- Looks like you got hit by a train.

I'm OK. I'm fine.

- I just had a little accident.

- What the hell happened?

- I got mugged.

- Jesus.

I've just been to the hospital. Doctor

said I'm good. No permanent damage.

- You get a look at this guy, Chaz?

- No.

You call the police?

They're gonna call me

if my wallet turns up.

Maybe you oughta go home.

Did you call Deanna?

Yeah.

There's just, um,

a couple of things I gotta do.

Um... cancel my credit cards.

- Call the DMV.

- Charles.

Don't be stupid.

Go home. OK?

Goddamn city.

I hate it.

I work in the city, Dee.

I cant just quit my job.

What would I do?

You could teach again.

You used to be a great teacher.

My job is what allows us

to save for Amy's drugs.

How do we do that

on a pair of teachers' salaries?

We could sell the house.

We've already got

two mortgages on the house.

Selling it doesn't do us any good.

Mom?

Yeah. Hi, sweetie.

Deanna, can you get that?

- Dee!

- Excuse me.

Just give me a minute.

Yeah.

Hey, Charlie.

Charlie? Can you hear me?

- What do you want? How did...?

- Well, how's your busted nose?

- Still hurtin'?

- Why are you calling me?

Just checkin' out if you were keeping

your promise about the police and all.

'Cause after all,

a promise is a promise, huh?

- Hello?

- I got it. It's business.

A business call. Honey, for God's sake.

Excuse me. Who's this?

Well, this is Mr. LaRoche.

Mr. LaRoche,

my husband's had a rough day.

- Can this wait?

- What happened?

- He was mugged.

- Charles, I had no idea.

Please, I'm sorry.

Why didn't you tell me so?

Honey, can you hang up, please?

OK, hon.

So you haven't told her. Huh? Have you?

You haven't told your wife

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