Looks like Dog’s here.

 

JOSH points at a Harley motorcycle in the driveway.

 

HENRY (ironically)

Yeah, great.

 

INT. THE WALES HOUSE   NIGHT

 

HENRY enters his house.  MONA is on the sofa with DOG, a biker with tattoos.  They’re both drinking beer and watching a video tape entitled Animal Attacks!

 

DOG looks at HENRY, salutes him with a beer bottle.

 

MONA (waving

a cigarette)

Come here.  Give me sugar,

Henry.

 

HENRY goes to his mother, and she hugs him but accidentally burns his cheek with her cigarette.

 

HENRY

Ouch!

 

DOG

She does it to me all the time,

kid.  And just for fun.  Look.

 

DOG holds up his forearm for HENRY to see.  It has several cigarette burns on it.

 

MONA

I wasn’t doing it for fun.

 

DOG

Then for what, woman?

 

MONA

I was doing it because you won’t

give me any money.

 

DOG

I don’t have no money.  Hell, I’m

hiding out here from the repo

man so I don’t lose my Harley.

 

MONA

What good are you, Dog?

 

DOG

You know what I’m good for.

 

Dog gives her a lecherous look, and HENRY frowns.

 

HENRY

What you need the money for, Mom?

 

MONA

Something I need real bad.

 

HENRY

What?

 

MONA

It’s like an operation.

 

HENRY

You need an operation?

 

MONA

I need . . . ah . . . .

 

DOG

You might say, kid, she’s got a

condition.

 

MONA

I’ll give you a condition, Dog.

 

MONA slaps playfully at DOG.

 

HENRY (worried

and annoyed)

Really, Mom.  What is it?

 

MONA is wrestling DOG, doesn’t seem to hear HENRY.

 

HENRY

Is it something serious?

 

MONA

What?

 

DOG

Hey, kid, isn’t it past your

bedtime?

 

MONA

Yeah.  Go to bed, Henry.

 

HENRY looks at them for a minute, frustrated that he can’t get an explanation out of MONA.

 

HENRY

Okay.  I’m going to bed.

 

HENRY starts to walk toward his bedroom.

 

MONA

Say your prayers.

 

HENRY

Huh?

 

MONA

Pray for money!  For your old

mom!

 

MONA laughs hard.

 

DOG

You’re crazy, woman.

 

HENRY walks down the hall toward his bedroom, stops, looks back at MONA and DOG, then walks on.

 

INT.  WALES HOUSE   NIGHT

 

HENRY sleepily comes out of his bedroom and goes into the bathroom.

 

Voices come out of the heating-cooling vent in the ceiling.  HENRY steps on the commode to get his ear closer to the vent.

 

DOG

Damn, woman.  Your belly?  And

That big?  You know how long

that’s gonna take to heal up? 

You’re gonna be hurtin’ a month

of Sundays.

 

MONA

I gotta do it, and I’m sick of

waiting.  I’m sick of waiting

for everything.  Go steal that

money for me, Dog.

 

HENRY is startled by BRANDY coming into the bathroom and falls off the commode.

 

BRANDY

Dork.

 

INT. TACO YUMMY   DAY

 

HENRY is sitting in a booth in Taco Yummy.  There are several other people sitting at tables and in booths, and JOSH comes in.  Henry waves him over.

 

HENRY

Hey, Josh.

 

JOSH

(grinning, slipping

into the booth)

Returning to the scene of the

Crime, huh?  When you called and

said to meet you here I thought

you were psycho, but now I like

this idea.

 

HENRY

Yeah.  How can Krebs accuse us if

we show up and hang out here?

 

JOSH looks over at the grotesque remains of Taco Yummy food left   on another table.  He frowns.

 

JOSH

But we don’t have to eat any of the

food, do we?

 

HENRY

Hey, here he comes.

 

Henry gestures with his head toward one of the entrances from the parking lot.  KREBS is coming through the door. BRANDY  is right behind him.  BRANDY is wearing her Taco Yummy uniform with the beret-like cap that looks like a taco.  KREBS has on a uniform, too, but the cap he has on today looks like a burrito.

 

KREBS and BRANDY both freeze and glare at HENRY and JOSH.  KREBS mutters something to BRANDY and then disappears into his office. 

 

BRANDY comes over to HENRY and JOSH.

 

HENRY

Did you let Krebs give you a ride to work?

 

BRANDY

He thinks you and the J-man here

are the two punks that paintballed

his car last night.

 

HENRY

Did you let him give you a ride?

 

BRANDY

You guys did, didn’t you? 

Assholes.

 

HENRY

Now would we be sitting here in

Taco yum yum if we’d done

something like that?

 

BRANDY

Yeah.  Cause you’d think it was

cool.  You’re so lame, Henry.

 

JOSH

So Mr. Krebs got his car

paintballed?  I didn’t know that.

 

BRANDY stares at JOSH.

 

BRANDY

Why are you twerps here if you’re

not eating?

 

JOSH

We’re going to eat.  What do you

recommend?