Wolf Mother

Manhattan.

Why come here?

I heard y'all like bad girls.

You're an actress.

That's original.

Yeah, yeah, you younger.

You movies.

You older.

Thanks for the reminder.

- You are the Wolf Mother he was talking about.

Zelda, yeah, yeah, that's you.

Why Wolf Mother?

- Stage name when I'm not on stage.

You in new movie?

Nope.

Yeah, yeah, I saw something.

I haven't had a gig in years.

You working tonight?

Yeah.

Prove it.

Do your thing.

Finger it, damn it, don't be shy.

- You like that white ass, don't you?

- Fuck my black jacket, white boy.

Startin' already.

See, that's what I'm talkin' about with you people.

- Who the fuck you callin' you people, white boy?

Come here, I'll make you my bitch too.

- My associate here has a bullet, if you failed to notice.

And I'll let you in on a little secret.

He's not afraid to shoot a load, and I'm not talkin' about

some sweet cracker jizz either, motherfucker.

Man, fuck you, honky.

Come over here, bitch.

Comin' here thinkin' you're big and bad

just 'cause you got a gun.

Man, fuck you.

Shove that right up your fuckin' ass, white boy.

Put the fucking gun down, bitch.

- I'm not gonna put the fucking gun down, motherfucker.

You ain't nothin' but a bitch.

- I'm not a bitch, I got a fuckin' dick.

You're sittin' with a bitch who's my fuckin' woman.

Take your fuckin' hands off her, do you understand?

Come on.

- How was I supposed to know they were gonna wanna

play dress up, huh?

Am I magician?

You were supposed to text me!

That was the plan, we went over it a thousand times over.

So was that the place or not, yes or no?

Was Kaitlin there?

- There were chicks there, but...

- I mean, there were chicks there.

I know there were chicks there!

I was there, I know there were a lot of chicks there!

I'm askin' was Kaitlin in there.

Yes or no, goddamn it.

- It was a whorehouse in Chinatown, Ben.

- I know it was a fuckin' whorehouse.

I was asking you if she was there.

Do you know?

What the fuck was that teen twit from San Francisco

talking about?

Tell me.

She could've gotten us fucking killed.

- What would it have mattered, Ben?

Jealousy is a bitch.

I decided love wasn't me after three marriages.

Every year since, it's proved to be true.

Then she had to show her fuckin' mug.

If you didn't catch it, it's Benjamin.

Some people call me Benny, but I just prefer Ben.

Benny sounds like a kid's name or somethin'.

I don't need that.

My whole life's been one, big, long-ass fuck

of a hide and seek.

I robbed everything, grocery stores, service stations.

Stole this wreck from a poor bastard while she was pumpin'.

- I find myself indulging in the nightly

ritual of puttin' a gun to my tonsils.

Call it guilt, call it whatever you want.

Maybe age.

I woke up one morning and I said to myself

I don't wanna do this shit anymore.

I guess I started to have feelings,

yet at the same time I hated every single motherfucker

who walked the face of the Earth, especially pussy.

Yeah, don't try to figure that joint out.

But see, if you've been in this racket since a rugrat,

what choice do you really have, really?

What I needed was somethin' to get my ass out of it all,

and one day that somethin' licked my sack.

I used the greasy spoon across the street when I needed

a change of vibe.

I had to rob some poor maw every morning

just to reserve my seat and gobble up some grub and OJ.

I even got to know all the meat flaps by name.

I screwed one a week, sometimes two at a time.

There was Lauren, Dakota, Kim, Chris, Sarina.

Oh man, she was black as the ace of spades.

Oh, and Hayley, she had a stuttering problem.

Aye, aye, aye, aye aye.

- I enjoyed makin' 'em feel uncomfortable.

Gave me an enjoyable rod.

I'd stare at them as they walked by

as if there was somethin' wrong with their appearance.

Shit paper stickin' out of the bottom of their shoe.

Panties stickin' out.

Maybe even a string hanging from under

their greasy spoon apron.

It's fun, you should try it when it takes any longer

than 20 minutes to get two scrambled eggs and hash.

Hi, want a top off?

Oh Jesus, my dear,

I would love to see you with your top off.

You know, you look like a Hollywood movie star.

- Really? - Yeah.

I know people, I can make that shit happen.

I would love that.

I'm sure you would, Erica.

Turn around, let me see your backside.

Oh, even better, nice.

You work here a lot?

- Just a couple months, you know, until I make it big.

- Oh, you're gonna make it big, I promise.

- I'm Erica, and I'll be your server.

Oh yeah, that's right, can I start you with a drink

or a coffee or?

Oh God, I'm gonna cum.

I'm gonna cum.

Yeah.

Oh God, oh yeah.

Oh my God, you're so rough.

Yeah, fuck me harder, come on.

For weeks, I'd watch every person who entered

from nine in the morning to four in the afternoon.

I jotted down what they wore, their hair styles,

their shoe color.

I figured I'd use it for somethin'.

Sounded intelligent anyways.

- Hello. - Hello.

- Yes, I would like to open a box please.

- Safe deposit? - You got it.

Fill out this form.

I need to see your I.D. and proof of residency.

- I didn't know you needed that residency thing.

Why would you need that?

- Well, in case I need to reach your family.

- Why would you need to talk to my family?

- In case of a death or something.

- Okay, listen, I don't have any family, okay?

But I got I.D., is that good?

- Mr. Levinson. - Yes.

- I need to see a utility bill or something

that shows your name on it.

Jackie, honey, you'll be okay.

You can do better than him.

I loved him so much.

- This has been absolutely the worst day for me.

It keeps on gettin' worse too.

Listen, I'm in the middle of a divorce,

and I'm in the middle of places

that I really don't wanna talk about.

Please, do you have any tissues or something?

- Yeah. - So embarassing for me.

Oh, thank you.

She just upped and left me just like that.

I mean, you know, took everything, took my baseball glove,

took the kids, took everything, you know?

Didn't even tell me anything.

She told me nothing.

Just gone, I go home and it's all gone.

- That's horrible. - It is horrible.

You know, my...

Yes?

- You know, my husband and I just separated.

No shit.

You know, sometimes I think things

are just meant to be, Jackie.

How do you know my name?

I'm sorry?

I lost my tag.

Are you an actress?

Maybe.