Dirty Hands

Fucking motherfucker!

You fucking--

Hey!

Hey!

Stop!

Sorry, babe.

Are you coming in?

Dinner's on the table.

-Yeah. We'll be in like, five minutes.

What'd I do?

Babe, I have to get ready.

I need to get little Richie ready,

and you two have to go soon, okay?

-Yeah, baby. We're gonna be right there.

Okay.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

Are you kidding me right now?

Oh, 'cause he threw an elbow.

So I'm--I'm fine.

It's just I tripped-- I tripped--I tripped back and--

Wow, she really hates you.

Now what? Now what?

You want to go eat?

You , huh?

I'll fuck up your

Hey, Dal, it's me.

Come in.

Take a seat.

How you doing, Dal?

Fine.

- You got another smoke? I left mine in the car.

No.

-Sorry we're a little late, Dal.

- Yeah. Well, I figured you would be.

- Hey, you're almost clean, by the way.

'Bout, uh, four large left.

Not bad.

So it's late.

You rested up?

-Nah, I'm good. You know what I mean?

I'm a-- I'm a night owl, so...

-We're gonna grab some coffee on the way.

So you know the area?

-Not really, but my brother does.

He, uh, used to live down there for a little bit.

You lived down there?

Yeah. It wasn't bad.

Cheap rent.

Hit a little rough patch.

So you know the bar?

-Oh, God, yeah. Very well.

Little too well.

-Yeah, I don't know about this, Richie.

-Dal, it's cool. Trust me.

-Yeah, listen, I'd rather you take one of the other guys

with you on this one, okay?

'Cause I got a lot of money in this,

and, uh, I'm a bit on edge.

- You got nothing to worry about.

I'm -- I'm gonna handle it.

I know you're gonna handle it,

but this one here, he's not the most reliable, you know?

And, uh, he makes me nervous.

Dal, we talked.

He's good to go.

-I'm--I'm right here. -Yeah, you're right there

because your brother vouched for you.

That's the only reason.

- If you're still upset about the truck,

I've told you a million times, the brakes were spongy, Dal.

The thing was pulled to the right.

The alignment was all off--

-You drove it into a Burger King.

-Because I couldn't stop it, Dal.

-It wasn't the fucking brakes, okay?

You were drunk.

You took one of my trucks without my permission.

Okay.

-But the brakes still suck. -Be quiet.

-I tried veering it this way. I'm veering it that way.

-Stop talking. -Brakes were still spongy.

I don't know what you want me to tell you.

Shut him the fuck up.

Danny, shut the fuck up!

-Ay, slugger. How you been?

Good, Willy.

This is, uh, my brother Danny.

Cool hair.

How's that kid?

He's getting big.

You put the gloves on him yet?

Nah.

-I was gonna roll with you tonight,

but I'm lined up.

-Yeah, we'll, I got that covered.

Yeah?

Yeah.

-Got two in Rosemont. Be back in a while.

Yeah, cool.

-Shut that door for me, will you?

Yup.

How's he wash his hair?

Huh?

-No, you weren't supposed to be here tonight, okay?

He was.

You uh, you do menial things for me

because you are a menial person.

You know what that means?

Yeah. I don't think I like it,

but yeah, I know what that means. Yeah.

-I don't give a fuck whether you like it or not.

- Dal-- - What's it mean?

-Dal-- -Hold on.

What's it mean?

What--what's what mean?

-Menial. What does menial mean?

Are you serious? Fucking--

It means what it means, Dal.

I don't know what it mean you mean.

What am I, a thesaurus or something?

-You know what? Get the fuck out of here.

I-- I'm-- I'm-- I'm gonna be calling this off.

You're not taking this fucking guy.

Dal, just relax.

Everything is gonna be fucking fine.

Just...

just let me do this, okay?

I promise you I'm gonna call you as soon as it's done.

You're gonna be happy.

Make the deal.

It's a good fucking deal.

Remember that guy?

Huh?

Woo.

Dirty Richie Denton...

Huh?

Yeah.

-That guy, he used to fuckin' stomp people

in the head.

Remember that day, huh?

Fuck, yeah.

-You stomped that one guy right out, remember?

And then the one before him too.

Now they're both broccoli now.

Damn, Richie.

You have the fucking devil in you.

Okay.

Okay, go ahead.

Hey, listen.

You, uh, you want a BJ from Kimmy, the new girl?

She's very good.

I-- I would, yes.

-No, Dal, we're good.

Fine.

Just let me know when it's all done.

As soon as it's done.

-Take care. Be careful.

Oh, fuck.

-All I know is that... I probably had,

I probably had more,

let's just say vicious beatings per year.

Well, yeah.

-Because the ones I just explained

and then, but mine were not, um, for a reason.

He just fucked me up because he felt like it.

Motherfucking Danny.

-He fucked me up for no reason? -No.

He fucked you up because you're an asshole.

-You're always an asshole. -Doesn't matter.

He still fucked me up for no reason.

-Shut up. You got-- you fucking got your ass kicked

because you deserved it every fucking time.

Do you remember...

Well, yeah,

but do you remember the gash I had in my head that one time

when I was what, seven or eight years old?

I was in second grade.

No.

It was fucking huge.

-It was like from here to here. -That's what I'm saying.

You probably fucking deserved it.

I definitely did,

but that's still three in one year alone.

You don't even come close to that.

-Come on, it's not like I was fucking keeping count,

but if you want to talk about the vacuum...

you want to talk about the fucking vacuum?

Okay. That one--

that was, that was hard to forget.

Fuck you, that was hard to forget.

It was still plugged in.

I know.

Shit was fucking heavy too, those old school ones.

It was very heavy.

He was stomping you like--

he was trying to put out a fire.

-I think my best childhood moments

was watching Dad beat the fuck out of you.

Me too.

-What the fuck? -What?