The Odds Page #3
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- Year:
- 2011
- 92 min
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- Get the f*** out.
Why don't you reason
with your friend here.
Look I told you I give you the money
as soon I can dude.
That's not good enough and by the way
I'm not your f***in' dude.
What do you want me to say right now
I don't have the money.
How much do you have you?
Hey! Everybody let just take it chill
pill here, how much do we talking about?
- 2 large.
- 2 large?
Sh*t! Okay, Barry you can take care of
that can't you
I cant get you anything until Friday
Friday? Is that your
f***ing allowance?
Yeah, it is my f***ing allowance.
- How much?
- Thirty.
That a lot of f***ing Fridays.
Fine, then think of
it as a payment plan.
No, f*** you, kid.
- Well don't call me kid, alright?
- You f***in' pay me b*tch
forget it, f*** you.
- Hey hey.
- Don't you f***ing touch me Desson.
- Calm down man.
- What the f*** are you trying to do?
We can sort something out here, okay?
We can
get Barry's up on a
payment plan or something.
Maybe you can lend him the money.
Oh, right you cant, coz
you broke like a f***ing
joke, so what the f*** are
you even talking about?
What if I gave him your deal?
What do you doing'?
I'm trying to get my f***ing money.
What are you doing?
The guy a f***ing freak
and why do you had to step in? I
I don't know whats up with him,
he usually an okay guy.
Whatever. What he going to do right?
Whats that deal he been talking about?
It's nothing.
Alright, have a good night man.
Catch you later.
Alright man
a missed call from Barry.
Hey Desson, how its going?
Hey Heather, I'm good
How are you doing'?
- I'm good.
- Is Barry here?...
No, I think he went early.
- Okay.
- Well, do you want a ride?
- Sure.
- Sure, let me get my back.
Okay.
Alright.
So, I heard about Sam Cartier.
- What Sam Cartier?
- That you guys got a fight.
Really?
It not what it looks
like on Barry's nose
Barry headbutted his fist.
Headbutted his fist? Are you serious?
Where do you go out with Coleen lately?
Hello. Yeah no, it's okay, I got a sec.
You have a new message.
Hey Desson, whats up
its Barry, dude I was
just at Wang's, and I
f***ing kill it tonight.
Dude I'm sorry, have a good
night tonight catch you later.
End of messages.
What's it?
Sorry to blame this on you.
You told the police you were home when
Barry got home last night right?
- Yeah.
- What happened?
He try to sneak in like he always does
and I was waiting up for him and
they started fighting.
What were they fighting about?
- I do not know.
Yeah, about him stealing money and
not unloading the dishwasher.
- And not to walk the dog.
- And then what?
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