Mean Gene
June 22, 2007
Scene 5
(Pequod’s, morning)
GENE
(asleep at bar, wakes, finds note)
(reading)
Clean out grease traps. Pull mats and bleach. Flush taps. Rotate bottled stock.
Fuck you.
(dials phone)
Thomas Finn please. Yo Tom. It’s Geno. From Division. From Pequod’s. Yeah. Yeah! You ain’t an easy cop to find Tommy boy. You didn’t get none of my messages?
Hell no. Been out almost two years now. Working back at the bar. Tinker’s bitch. Decent. Getting by. Yeah. Yeah. A little place above the spic shop, on Pulaski. Cheap. Cheap is good. Carmen? I could give a shit. Abso-fucking-lutely not. Vampire bitch. Back in Arizona according to the pricks from child support.
No, honest to Christ Tom, this is my sole source of income. This is it. I’m a straight arrow Tom. Why, you got a job in mind? That was a joke officer. Believe me, a joke. So how come I never seen you around? You must have heard I was out. I’m hurt Tommy, I’m slighted.
