A Gun for Jennifer

Hello, Josh.

Josh, are you there?

It's your father.

Pick up the goddamn phone. - Shit.

Your mother just showed me

last week's Backstage, Josh,

and I can't believe it.

Three weeks after your acquittal and you placed another ad,

are you outta your fucking mind?

Well, this time, I swear,

I'll cut you off completely.

Hear me? Completely.

Not another dime.

You'll be out on the goddamn streets

and the next time you're arrested,

you can rot with the other trash.

And don't expect your mother to save you, either.

I won't let her.

We've had it, Josh.

You brought too much shame to this family.

But now, it's gonna stop.

Hi, Josh.

It's Tracy Miller.

I auditioned for you yesterday.

Anyway, if you still wanna get together

to discuss the Gwendolyn character,

tomorrow night would be fine for me after all.

Okay, I'll see you then.

We're gonna get you, fucker.

We're gonna get you, fucker.

Who's there?

Dad, is that you?

What the fuck?

What?! What are you doing?!

Who the hell are --?

Hey, girl, what's up?

You can't speak to me?

Can't speak to me?

What's up?

Oh, come back.

Stupid bitch, man.

Hey, Mommy.

Grab her!

Grab that bitch!

Shut the bitch's mouth up.

- Shut the fuck up! - No, no, no!

Don't fucking scream.

Don't even think about shouting.

Shut the fuck up.

'Cause if you shout out,

I am going to cut you a new mouth.

How much you got? How much you got?

- $75, man. - $75.

Shut the fuck up.

Yo, check this out.

Allison, Allison, chill out.

- Shut the fuck up. - Name, Spencer

from Steubenville.

Must be a farm bitch.

You a farm bitch from Ohio?

- Don't fucking hit her. - Where the rest

of the money at?

- No, no, swear to God that's all I got left.

- Where's the rest of this fucking money at?

You want your money?

I don't want your fucking money.

There's your money.

There it is, all right?

You fucking want it, you take it.

- No, please. - I ain't like fucking

no chicken on your fucking farm.

Oh, God.

Shut the fuck up.

You fucking like this.

You ain't fucking shit.

- Hey, get off of her. - Somebody help me!

Let her fucking go!

Fuck youl!

If you were a fucking man,

you would fucking get some of this.

- Fuck youl! - No, go, you get out!

Shut up!

You shut your fucking mouth,

or I'm gonna fucking bite your nipples off,

you fucking hoe!

Now quiet, ‘cause I'm fucking in charge here!

Oh, shit!

Get up there and stay up there.

- Shit. - Not even.

- I swear. - Yeah, yeah, yeah,

tell me something.

I don't even know that fucking nigga.

You're just an innocent bystander.

- I wasn't even the fucking one on top of her.

Oh!

Yo, I wasn't even on top of her.

I was like, yo, like get your fucking ass off her.

And he was like, yo --

He's a fucking hero.

Fucking touch me.

What's the matter with you?

Kill this fucker before I kill him!

Kill him!

Wait.

Let her do it.

- I can't. - Please, don't fucking

do this to me. - Pull the fucking trigger.

Jesse, shut up!

I want my mother!

Please, no, I can't.

Damn it!

No.

No, please!

That was fucking beautiful.

Get her outta here.

So what's your name?

Jennifer.

Hey.

You okay?

Do you need anything?

A beer?

Something stronger, maybe.

A glass of wine would be great.

- No problem. - Do you wanna

see a doctor?

- No. - Did they...?

- Pretty lucky you guys got there when you did.

Jesus Christ, those guys are really dead.

At least you're alive.

- You know, it's no wonder those scumbags picked you up.

You got sucker written all over you.

What do you mean?

Your clothes, look at 'em.

Yeah, they all dress that way

where you're from?

Yeah, pretty much.

Where are you from, anyway?

Ohio.

Steubenville.

Stupidville?

Steubenville.

I'm sorry, it just sounded like that.

- So what brings you to New York, Jennifer?

Any friends or family here?

Uh-uh.

You married?

It's a simple question, Jennifer.

No, not anymore.

Not after last night, anyway.

What happened last night?

Leave her alone, Pris.

We just saved her ass.

The least she can do is answer a few simple questions.

I walked out.

I couldn't take it anymore.

Look, do we have to talk about this right now?

Yeah, why not?

It's interesting.

Leave her alone, Pris.

I left my husband.

He was crazy.

He was trying to kill me.

So you just packed up and left?

Yeah, like I said.

Fuck him.

Serves him right.

Good for you, Jennifer.

Look, where are you gonna stay?

I don't know.

I'm sure I can find a cheap hotel that's clean, at least.

- Clean and cheap? Not in this town.

Hey, how about staying with us?

I have a sofa bed at my place.

You can crash with me.

I don't wanna be any trouble.

No trouble.

I'll even fix you up with some clothes.

Well get rid of that Betty Crocker poster child look.

You know, if you want

some extra cash or something,

you could probably pick up a few shifts here.

- I don't think I could take my clothes off for strangers.

- You only have to do that if you dance, silly.

She'll be fine as long as she's smart

and keeps her mouth shut.

You understand, don't you, Jen?

Yeah, I think so.

13 sergeant, one central.

Well, look what the cat dragged in.

Good morning, Detective Banano.

- Hey, Perez. - Cahill.

God, what'd they do to this bastard?

That's Gilbey, the rapist.

Yeah, that's Josh Gilbey.

- Just thought we'd drop in on you and a rookie.

Hey, look, enough with that shit, okay?

It's been over three months.

Over three months.

Can't teach him another thing damn thing, huh?

You know, fuck you, Cahill.