Absolution

I was, uh, I was about nine or ten.

My old man made me...

fight this older kid in the neighborhood.

He said I was a pussy.

And if I didn't want to be a pussy my whole life,

I needed to kick this kid's ass.

So...

I beat the kid up.

Beat him to a pulp.

He told me I might not be a pussy, after all.

Got some product coming in from New York the next few days.

Need a nice white face to pick it up and deliver it

- when the time comes. - What kind of product?

Okay.

Look, I need to know what the fuck we're bringing up.

No, you ain't fixing to ask me specifics

about my product, are you, ese?

Didn't mean to offend you.

No, no, don't tell me what you meant.

I fucking heard your ass.

Okay. Okay.

I'm sorry.

Now, don't come in here acting like

you've got some fucking weight behind your ass.

You know the fucking drill.

You either take the fucking job or you're not.

How's that number?

Looks about right.

One of these days the FBI...

The fuck did you get that relic?

I inherited him from my old man.

A fucking throwback, right there.

Does it talk?

This dude was the real deal back in the day, man.

Was ain't is, homes.

Homie past his sell-by date.

Somebody tell this fuckpig

that if he don't stop staring at me,

I'm gonna have to break his shoulders.

In the present tense.

Oh, whoa, whoa.

Take it easy, man.

That motherfucker still got some game, huh.

I like him.

So we got a deal or what?

Deal.

Dude, you really need to not be saying shit like that.

Do you know who those guys are?

Somebody had to say something.

Never seen anyone backpedal so fast.

Hey! Who's the fucking boss here?

You want to be a boss one day,

you got to start acting like one.

You really need that to find your way home?

No, but my nav system

has real-time traffic pattern algorithms.

Oh, you can't smoke in here.

Algorithms... Algorithms...

That blow's gonna kill you, you know that?

You think I'm a tool, don't ya?

No, kid. I don't think you're a tool.

You're just green is all.

There he is.

So, the kid bargained a good price?

Uh, he got an okay price.

So, he shit the bed?

I would have been scared too at his age, boss.

You know, when he managed to get his degree from BC,

I wanted him to go to law school.

He had other ideas.

He wants to be a tough guy, like you.

You know, he set this whole deal up himself.

He's trying to prove to everybody he's a shot-caller.

What do you think?

That ain't none of my business.

I'm not sure he's ever gonna be ready, you know?

He's just not cut out for it, like you and me.

He just needs some time, Mister...

You forget my fucking name again?

You forget my fucking name?

I...

I've been having some trouble sleeping,

I get these headaches.

All right.

Just make sure the kid doesn't fuck this one up.

Hey, there he is.

Like clockwork.

You late with your rent again?

You got anything or not?

I've got a hot kid that could use some sparring.

I don't fucking need that.

You okay?

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah, yeah. I'm fine.

What'd you think of the mick?

Yeah, he... He can punch,

he's got some juice.

Bit mouthy.

Ain't you forgetting something?

Oh.

Hey.

Tilda says only single shots

and to cut you off at three drinks.

I don't see Tilda. Do you?

You can't touch a lady like that!

Crazy bitch!

Who you fucking calling a crazy bitch?

You can't talk to a motherfucking lady like that!

What did I tell you... I don't give a fuck...

- You'll put me in a bad mood. - Fuck you. I will kill you!

- I will fuck you up, bitch! - You're gonna fuck me?

Yeah, bitch-ass.

Are you out of your mind?

No. Fuck, you bit me!

Hey!

You know what happens

- when I get in a bad mood. Or what?

You want me to put my fucking hands on you?

Fuck you.

Come on, pal. Take it outside.

What'd you say to me?

I said take it outside.

Get the fuck out of here. Go back to your drink...

Hey, you killed him!

He ain't dead.

He's just stupid.

Hey!

Hey, asshole!

Look, lady, I don't want no trouble.

You knock out my boyfriend and you don't want no trouble?

He had it coming.

Okay.

Maybe he had it coming.

Who's gonna walk me home?

Easy, babe, easy!

Easy...

No need to be so rough.

We'll get there soon enough.

Promise.

Ah. Easy!

Easy.

Easy.

Easy.

Easy.

How do you get any sleep living here?

- - I like the noise.

I mean, that drunk guy, he screams, like, every night,

so it's like music to me.

I hate silence.

I gathered that back at the bar.

Like, this silence reminds me of home.

Hmm. Where's that?

Hmm...

Wellesley.

Wellesley? Really?

The good part.

Big house on Cliff Road.

And I was a good girl, too.

Yeah?

What the hell happened to you?

Oof...

God save the soul!

Yo, Larry, shut the fuck up! I've got company.

Congratulations, have a nice evening!

See, you couldn't do that in Wellesley.

- - I guess not.

Hmm...

Get out.

What?

Lupe?

Yeah?

That's my name.

You're kidding me.

Well, I mean, it's not my real name,

it's my nickname.

Actually, it's not even my nickname.

When I was at school,

they used to called me loopy 'cause I was so fucking crazy.

So it was kind of close, right?

That's trippy, don't you think?

Yeah, must be fate.

So who is she?

Oh, some whore.

That's not nice.

Listen, she charged me ten bucks,

so I don't know what else you would call her.

I thought I was in love.

Got her name tattooed on my hand,

went back to show her...

She was shagging two of my friends.

That was the end of that.