Mad Dog and Glory Page #6

Can I stay?

What are you banging

on my door for?

You're making a lot of noise.

What's going on?

- Who are you, a sheriff? F*** off.

- I wanna see Lee.

Are you okay?

- I'll snap it off at the ankle.

- It's okay.

Move your foot, sh*t bird.

Hey, I'm a police officer.

Wayne, we were just arguing in here.

Everything's okay.

- You're a police officer? Really?

- Yeah.

Well, guess what?

I'm on to you.

What can you do, you know?

At least you gave it a shot.

Yeah, well, whatever.

Do you want me

to make you some tea?

No, thanks.

Frank...

it's going great, yeah.

Frank, I swear.

We haven't stopped laughing

since I came in the door.

He's tickled pink.

No, he can't come

to the phone right now. He's out.

At work.

That's none of your business.

I have to...

I'll call you back.

I gotta go.

The phone's ringing.

The other phone.

Hi. Did I wake you?

No. I mean...

No.

So you gave walking tours

in school, huh?

What'd you study?

History? Real estate?

Acting.

Like everybody and his cousin.

I gave walking tours

to make the rent some...

but then I got into tending bar

because it paid better.

Open up my days

for more classes, auditions.

You ask a bartender

or a waiter around here...

"What do you do?"

They say,

"I'm an actor, I'm a singer...

I'm a student, I'm a writer."

After a couple years,

you have to be honest with yourself.

I'm a bartender.

A waiter.

Waitress.

Life is what happens to you while you're

waiting for your ship to come in.

Cops are lucky in that way,

you know?

It's hard confusing a cop

with anything else.

I mean, a cop's a cop.

The end.

I was working as a bartender

in a club Frank owned.

I knew Frank

put money on the street...

so I put my brother

together with Frank.

Going to Frank is like taking heroin

to cure an alcohol problem, you know?

My brother can't make his payments.

Frank starts taking over.

He fires everybody,

puts in his own people.

He starts ordering

through the corporation.

Steaks, liquor,

kitchen equipment, you name it.

All to re-sell on his own

'cause he's a silent partner, right?

So he's not liable anyhow.

Next thing I know,

my brother slit his wrists.

And his wife's ready

to run away with his kids.

So I go to Frank and say...

"Leave my brother alone.

I'll do anything you want."

Anyways...

my brother's a waiter now.

At least he's alive

and sort of intact.

So what do you do for him?

- This, that, the other.

- Like what?

What's the difference?

Could you smile a little?

Hold my hand or something?

- Go home.

- Home?

Yeah. Just take the keys,

and I'll be there soon.

Listen, I'm a cop...

and I don't like to be followed,

and I don't like her being followed.

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