Marked Men: Rule + Shaw

-Yeah? -But it hurts.

All right. We got a couple more sessions. You're good.

Hey, Sarge, get her going.

So, uh, what do you think?

-So fucking cool. -You know what I think, dude.

-I didn't expect anything less. -Oh, you sick fuck. What is this?

-Come on, it's not ready yet. -"Hooray for me and fuck you"?

Jesus Christ. What are you doing with this thing?

What do you mean what am I doing with it?

Humpty gonna go on me.

Mm, okay, you're gonna put it on yourself?

No, you're gonna do it.

Call me if you get bored.

-Yeah -I'll call you.

-I have a number, too. -Get home safe.

Un-fucking-believable, dude.

Enough, listen, we're going to the Emerald, we're grabbing drinks.

-Fuck yeah! -And we're all in, all right?

-You're in? -I'm going, yeah.

Whoo!

Hey, hey, shots right here. Right now. Let's go.

-Oh! -There we go.

- Fucked up or fucked? - Move the fuck on!

I prefer both. Oh, hello. Hey, hey.

Who's got my fucking whiskey?

Whoa, easy. Hey ladies.

- Yeah. Whoo! - Cheers, guys.

To getting fucking naked.

Hey, hey, stop.

Okay! Whoo!

You're Rule, right?

That tattoo guy everyone talks about.

Jordynn

Jordynn?

-Nice to meet you. -Nice to meet you.

So your friends, they do tats too?

Yeah, that's Lollipop.

She does photorealism and portraits.

And that's Nash.

He's my roommate and does geometrics.

And the kid?

Uh, Jasper.

He does traditional Japanese.

And that's Cora. She does watercolors.

You know, I was thinking about getting a tattoo.

Were you?

Maybe a butterfly or something small and cute.

Like a little heart or something here.

Or a music note 'cause I love music.

I mean, I could come by the shop and just hang out,

look through one of those little booklets or something.

We don't do flash.

We don't do flash art.

We don't do cover-ups. We don't do repeats.

-Okay, Picasso. -Let me give you some advice.

There are four reasons and four reasons only to get a tattoo.

One, to honor someone or something.

Two, because it's fucking funny.

Three, because it says something about yourself

you couldn't express in any other way.

And four, because you just really fucking dig it.

All right?

Not because it's cute or fucking sexy, or you want a butterfly.

All right? It's art. It fucking matters.

Fuck you. You're an asshole.

-You know that? -That's the general consensus.

Cheers!

Hey, Rule,

Got a girlfriend?

Good morning.

You were so amazing last night, mm-hmm.

So hot.

Oops, is this still on?

You know what that means.

Yeah, you're a little bitch.

No.

-Oh. -Oh.

Hello!

There he is. Whoo! Oh, Jesus.

-Sorry, am I interrupting something? -Oh, my God!

I thought you were single, you fucking dick.

I am single. She's just a friend.

-What do you want, Shaw? -Sunday, remember?

I've got coffee in the car. But you're not wrong.

-He so is a dick. -I'm not going.

Yes, you are. Rome came in last night.

No, he didn't. He would have texted me.

Well, I don't know what to tell you.

Are you two fuckers really just gonna stand there

-and talk while he's butt ass naked? -It's no big deal.

She's friends with my twin brother.

Nothing you haven't seen before, right?

Not exactly. The piercing is a nice touch, though.

Okay, you know what? Get out, get out.

-Go. I'm coming. I'm coming. -All righty, five minutes.

Five. Nice meeting everyone, though.

-Yeah. See ya! -Your family's waiting.

Um, hey, I-- I gotta go,

so if you want to leave your number or something, then...

Excuse me?

Are you fucking serious right now?

You got to go?

-Yeah. -Oh, okay. Cool. No, I don't know,

thank you for last night. You were fucking awesome.

Or maybe we get lunch. That would be nice.

-I'm sorry, all right? -Or a cup of coffee!

Sundays aren't really my fucking thing.

What is your name again?

Suck my dick.

Hey, you piece of shit!

We should probably go.

Come back here, you little bitch! Fucking asshole.

Fuck you, you fucking cocksucker.

I faked it anyway.

Fucking asshole!

-Charming. -Yeah. Another satisfied customer.

Dude, it's cold as balls in here.

-Don't you have heat? -It's on.

-It doesn't feel like it's on. -Well, it's on.

-Why do you even drive this hunk of shit? -Why do you care?

Because Mama Landon has all the money in the world

and she'll buy you whatever the fuck you want.

Yeah, well like I've mentioned to you a hundred times,

I don't need her money. And I happen to really like my car.

Okay, all right. I'm gonna catch a couple of winks.

All right? Long night!

It's gonna be a long day.

All right. Wake up, Romeo. Time to go

And do me a favor, try to be nice for once.

It was a long ass drive here.

-Bearable! -Casper!

Oh!

Look at you.

What's the good word? What's the deal?

Classes are crazy, two jobs now.

And there's number three if you count driving that one around.

-I know. I'm gonna go help. Okay? -All right!

-What's up, good looking? -Hey, baby.

-Come here. -No, not the--

Come on. You're hurting my hand, Rule.

You're hurting-- you're hurting my hand.

Oh, fuck you.

Nice jacket.

That's fair. One second.

I'm seeing, like, fucking six of you now. Jesus.

I thought you stopped drinking, man.

What happened? I thought you're going to California with Chrissy?

Yeah, yeah, we-- I--

I just wanted to come home first and figure some things out.

You think maybe just once you could show up and not look like an unmade bed?

-Hey, Dad. -A little respect for the family would be nice.

Hey! He looks fine. He looks fine. Come on.

Yep. Yep. Dinnertime.

-Hey, hey guys. Family dinner. -Can you just stop?

- Can you just stop? - Hi.

Everyone, sit down.

Food's almost ready. Then we can eat.

Okay, let's say grace.

-Bless us, O Lord for thy-- -I'll do it, honey.

Bless us, O Lord,

these gifts we are receiving today

through the Lord of our Christ.

Christ our Lord.

Christ.

Christ our Lord.

-Amen. -Amen.

-Thank you, Mom. -Mmm.

Bon appetit.

Remy was such a good friend, wasn't he, Shaw?

Yes, ma'am.

He was so funny.

He told so many jokes.

He just made everybody so comfortable in any room.

How long has it been since the accident?

Three years, Em.

Three years?

Yep.

He was valedictorian of his class, you know.

Fuck. Mom.

- It's okay. - Oh, Jesus.

-I'm sorry. -Fucking Christ!

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

How many times are we going to do this, huh?

I mean, how many fucking wakes can one family have?

- You guys, I apologize. - No, no, no.

Mom's so fucking high she just fell out of her chair.

Are we not going to talk about it?

Are we just going to pretend like it didn't fucking happen?

-Leave her alone. -I'm just wondering, Dad. What do we do?

What do we fucking do? What are we going to do?

-Rule, back the fuck off! -No, what are we gonna do? She needs help.

-Leave it alone. -Are we gonna just let it go?

Mom, you wanna fucking drink? Let's drink. Here. Let's do it.

Don't fucking do this, Rule.

-What are you fucking doing? -Let's fucking drink.

-Back the fuck off. -No, I'm just trying

to drink some goddamn wine with my mom.

- Every time! Every time! - Hey, hey, hey, hey!

-You get out! -Hey! Hey!

-You get out. You come here every time. -Hey, hey, enough!