‘Just Make It Look Like An Accident’
Wednesday, July 30th, 2008FAT GUY IN TRACK SUIT [in booth eating pizza]: You Jimmy?
JIMMY: Yeah.
FAT GUY: Yeah, that’s some hat, kid. Ah, what the hey. Siddown, why doncha?
JIMMY: Thanks. [sits down]
FAT GUY: Here, have a slice. Four cheeses on this pie. Best in the state. Fuggetaboutit. Hey, Jimmy. Jimmy, don’t look so nervous, eh? Come on, Jimmy, have a slice.
JIMMY: I’m alright. Thanks.
FAT GUY: So, uh, you need some taking care of someone in your organization? That’s what our mutual friend said to me. So who we lookin’ at here?
JIMMY: So you guys? You, uh, k–
FAT GUY: Shhhshhh, Jimmy. Do me a favor and shuddafuggup, okay? We don’t use that word. We take care of people. You know, like an escort service. ONLY THEY’RE THE ONES THAT GET BLASTED!!! [slaps table] HAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHA!
JIMMY: Haha, yeah, that wasn’t really funny…
FAT GUY: I can see you’re really nervous, Jimmy. And let me tell you somethin, okay? Some people…they just deserve it. We don’t ask questions, we just make your life easier…for a price. Now come on, eat some pie.
JIMMY: No, really. I’m good.
FAT GUY: It’s delicious. Four cheeses.
JIMMY: No.
FAT GUY: [cocks gun under the table] Eat it.
[Jimmy takes a slice and eats it]
Alright, alright, no more funny stuff. Down to business. So what’s the occasion? The UPS man fuckin’ your wife? Somebody makin’ trouble near yo’ residence? Who’s the man o’ the hour?
JIMMY: [pulls out photo] This guy…
FAT GUY: I see. Well, a person of this high profile is going to cost a little extra.
JIMMY: I don’t care. This might be the only way I, uh, I mean Aaron gets to play.
FAT GUY: Alright, the final price tag is gonna be–
[door flies open]
T. J. HOUSHMANZADEH: Hey.
FAT GUY: What the fuck do you want?
JIMMY: Get out of here!
T. J. HOUSHMANZADEH: Aaron Rodgers. You play for the Red Wings, right?
AARON RODGERS: No, I’m Jimmy. I’m–
T. J. HOUSHMANZADEH: Do you have anything to drink?
FAT GUY: I’m gettin’ outta here. [gets up and leaves]
AARON: Thanks a lot, you Persian fuck. I just went through all of this for nothing.
T. J. HOUSHMANZADEH: Okay, bye.











