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Previously on Little Dog...

I tried to get Tommy out of the rematch with Rico,

but then he went on the radio, ended up in a different fight.

- That sounds like fun. - For charity no less!

- I'm in training. - He needs the money

and he's not getting it off Mom or me.

- Ginny talks him into applying for... - Welfare. Freedom to train.

That goes over great. Next thing,

he finds that he gotta fight a woman in this charity match.

And he won't fight, he won't fight.

- And then he fights. - (CROWD GASPING)

Oh, and then he gets a note from Dad.

It's all he needs now... Dad.

(ROCK MUSIC)

You're the boxer...

Like pounding on girls, do you?

Try pounding on me. (WOMAN PATTING HIM HARSHLY)

Get you down the hole for an hour.

- AH! - What's this?

Ummm, those are my balls.

Really?

Those are balls?

(CLANKING AND CREAKING)

Tommy, my son.

Thank, God. You are a sight for sore eyes. Look at you.

It's been a while.

Five years.

But I get it.

It's not like the jail is next door.

It's not that far. I mean, I walked here.

I've seen your fight there the other day.

Oh, my God, my son, you still got the magic!

Don't go on about it. I fought a woman.

She's a trained goddamn fighter, isn't she?

No mercy!

And at least, now you know

that you still got it, right?

My God, you put her down in 5 seconds!

You just need to build your confidence.

And your core. And your muscles a bit.

You'll need your old man.

Last time I had you in my corner,

you bashed a bartender's head in with a toaster oven.

A week before my big fight.

And you got charged with manslaughter.

Attempted manslaughter.

And now I'm getting out, just as you're about

to go back into the ring. It's fated!

Who's gonna stop us, huh?

Some showboating whoremaster from the mainland?

Your Little Dog could get it up?

You're embarrassing yourself. I'm with you, not him.

Yeah, but you're not answering the question, Pam.

Look, you should be in Vegas getting your stats up for Nationals,

not throwing your career away fighting exhibition fights

- with Tommy Ross. - OK, OK.

OK. Tell me the truth.

- I can handle it. - Fine.

I don't recall Tommy Ross not being able to get it up for me.

(OPERA CARMEN PLAYING)

Ahem!

- (PAM SIGHING) - Then why don't you run back

to your Little Dog with his little-dog dick?!

Oh, I didn't say it was little.

(CRYING AND GROWLING)

(SOBBING)

- Tell me it's a lie. - Of course it's a lie, honey.

He doesn't have that type of stamina, Pam.

No, of course not.

He was never your lover. He held you against your will.

- Exactly. - Yeah? Yeah.

(MAN MOANING)

- OK. - Yeah.

(MAN MOANING)

Oh yeah! Can you use the voice?

(PAM SIGHING)

(WITH BRITISH ACCENT): But Rico, dahling,

this is my fuckin' voice, innit?

I talk like this all the time.

- (THEME MUSIC) - (DOG BARKING)

They're saying over in deep lock

that Rico Havoc trains with astronauts.

People who live and work in outer space, Tommy.

You gotta get serious, right?

- You need money. - Listen, I'm getting a job.

Don't talk like that. Now, you listen to me.

I figured it. Between me and Tucker...

- Ah! - Wait, what?

Tucker is a good promoter.

Tucker couldn't promote a hand job in a whorehouse.

Well, Tucker got two whorehouses in the East End,

and they're both steady go.

Some might say you owe Tucker.

I don't owe that drug-slinging slumlord sweet fuck all.

Glorified thug.

And you're no better.

Tucker lost a pawnshop because of that fight,

and now there's only one shop left in town.

And the prices are through the roof.

And they make you bring in ID and you gotta sign documents

- before you sell a few stereos! - Ugh!

You broke the whole system!

Come on, man!

- Tommy! - (TOMMY SIGHING)

Tommy! Tommy!

- (AMBIENT MUSIC) - Here.

$65?! You're joking?

What? Look, it's got creatine,

taurine, decreases muscular recovery,

increases cardiovascular.

It's made from bull's balls! It's the gear.

Yo, that's not made out of bull's balls.

Get a pair of rubber gloves, we'll drive on out to Torbay.

Put it back! Can't afford that.

Ginny! Like, I can't be going around...

- Don't care! - ... getting the cheap old...

Hi.

Hi.

Town's a lot smaller than I remember it being.

- (AMBIENT MUSIC) - OK.

Listen, uh...

This charity match...

That was an interesting fight.

It just went wrong.

Yeah, you know, uh...

- I would never hit a woman. - (PHONE RINGING)

Well, I heard they managed to save her eye, so...

Well...

- It's just like... - OK. Why don't I take

your $65 tub of shark jizz,

or whatever it is, and we can go!

Honest to God, he's not gonna be happy

until I'm bankrupt and on the streets taking it from behind.

(INTERCOM): Arleen to the deli. Arleen to the deli.

- She owes me some money. - Right.

I got a job interview this afternoon.

- It's great. - To pay for my training.

Well, it's good to see you.

OK...

Well, thank you for making it crystal clear that I'm broke.

Well, I wouldn't worry about it.

Haha! Just saw your hot doc pocket

- a tub of chocolate spread. - No.

- No, she doesn't... - (LAUGHING): It's in her coat!

Well, I know a woman in crisis when I see it.

Come on!

It's not shoplifting unless you leave the store.

- She is not doing your ridiculous seminar. - Shh, just imagine the look

on Mom's face when I land a doctor. Vaani!

Hey, so, you're a klepto.

- What?! - Listen. She seems to think

that you stole some kind of chocolate stuff.

Ginny! Oh, God, I was...

- That's nothing. - Distracted and I didn't even...

- What's this? What else did you... ? - So sorry, she just...

- ? - I don't.

- Just leave it. - Wait, hang on.

Hang on. Vaani, Vaani, Vaani,

you need to find a less embarrassing way

to love yourself. OK, You give me a call.

- I'm late for my rounds. - Vaani, listen,

- I would never hit a woman. - (WOMAN GROANING IN PAIN)

Uh, fuck!

(ROCK MUSIC)

(KNOCKING)

- (DING!) - SWEET JESUS!

Mr. Devereaux, uh...

I was hoping I could get my old job back.

- (LAUGHING): What? - I WAS HOPING...

No, no, no. That was a different kind of what.

That wasn't a "I can't hear you what?"

That was a "What? Are you mental?"

- I need some work. - I needed work last summer,

and then you got drunk, and then you dumped

1400 pounds of grade-A lumpfish roe

- right off of that wharf. - I know. I...

- And now, you want more work?! - Listen, I'm fighting again.

I'm training again now, and...

- I was a prize scrapper in my day. - Eh, I know.

You TKO'ed Paddy O'Neal,

the Irish Gunner and broke your wrists

in the fourth round. Carried on for another 12.

I would have loved to have seen you fight.

You can cut tongues with the lads, eh?

- I'm certified to operate a forklift. - Clayton drives the forklift.

You can cut tongues with the youngsters

or you can go home.

Come on. Come on.

I knew your mother back in the day, you know.

She was something else.

You know, she emitted this...

rich and peaty pheromone.

And I could smell it from a mile away.

Still, she picked out a real prick for her husband,

- didn't she? - Uh, you mean my father?

Yeah. And where is he now?

- Six feet under. - Pretty sure my father is alive and well.

He's just down at the pen.

Yeah, look at me.

Just look at me.

You see that? See that sign?

That says "Empire."

It doesn't say incorporated. It doesn't say enterprise. Empire!

I'm a king!

I'm a god!

?

See, you put the fish on place and you bring his weight down.

That takes off the wires at the stone. Leave that.

Yeah, who showed you that now?

- Hey, Tommy. - Doin'?

I'm just gutting fish.

Guys, looks like I'm the new manager.

No. He. Is. Not!

Chesley, I want you to count his tongues.

You're in charge now.

- (BOAT HORN) - So you're working with us. That's awesome.

- (BELL RINGING) - Yeah, just...

part of my training, you know?

Build up stamina in the old wrist.

Haha! Anyways, listen, I hear tell

you're the fastest tongue man on the wharf.

- Any truth to that? - Yeah.

There's only room for one champion in this family.

Hmm?

Well, come on, "Kid Lightning,"

not gonna make no money standing around gawking at me.

? Everyone looks like everyone ?

? Just like snowflakes we're already myth ?

? Just too busy to accept it ?

? No, we are already myth ?

- ? And we're already myth ? - Oh, come on!

Come on! Get the lead out!

? Everyone looks like everyone ?

- ... hate we're unionized? - (TOMMY LAUGHING)

I'll tell you something.

- When I was driving the forklift, there was... - ? This one time ?

- ? This friend of mine ? - Clay. This...

- that thing with your missus, uh, I... - ? No, wait ?

- ? That was me ? - (CHESLEY LAUGHING)

Oh shit! My uncle's an ex-boxing champ.

Clayton doesn't know what he's in for.

(DEVEREAUX): Alright, lads!

Jesus Christ, Stan! It's just a fitted sheet.

Go! Sit!

Disgraceful!

I hope he's good below the belt, Janet,

'cause there's not much going on upstairs.

OK, folks, for today...

(BANG!)

Oh! Vaani, hi!

Well... Oh, this is special, guys, listen.

Vaani, hey! I'm so happy you came!

I'm just gonna introduce you to a few of my friends here.

- No. - Yeah, come on, come on!

So, everyone,

I would like to introduce you

to Dr. Vaani...

- Ab... deeni? - I was just leaving and...

Dr. Vaani is a thief.

- I'm not. I don't... - Shoplifting hurts us all, Vaani.

So maybe asking yourself why?

I see a beautiful,

wealthy doctor boosting candy

and chocolate bars from the locally owned grocery store.

What are you running from?

- No. - Don't!

Oooh! Yeah! Yes!

Vaani, that's good! You get mad! Get mad!

Oh, you're not allowed to be mad.

Oh, you just have to help people.

Oh, can you imagine that?

"Doctor, I try to pee,

but just blood and snot comes out."

Ahlalalala!

You just must want to stab him in the throat with a scalpel.

But if you get angry,

then you're a bitch, right?

Who was calling you today

at the grocery store? Was that your mother?

Your boyfriend?

My ex.

Breakthrough!

OK. I do a little exercise here.

Stan. Can I borrow Stan? OK, Stan. Come on, up, up!

Oh, I might find some use for him after all, huh? Vaani,

this here is your ex-husband and you're gonna tell him

all the things you're too afraid to say, OK?

- I'm sorry, this is... - No.

Wait. why are you apologizing to sniveling little piglet?

- You tell him how you feel! - But I don't know him. Sorry.

He's your asshole ex-husband!

You tell him that you're not afraid,

that he can't hurt you anymore.

OK.

I'm not afraid of you.

I'm not afraid of you either.

That's good, Vaani. That's good!

Just LOUDER, Vaani! COME ON!

You're a mean,

bossy, controlling person,

AND I DON'T WANT YOU IN MY LIFE ANYMORE!

Oh! Yes! Yes!

Go. Yes! That was so good, I'm so proud of you!

Yes! Luv yourself mean!

Luv yourself mean! Luv yourself mean!

And until next week, everybody. You get out there

- and you tell your friends... - (TOGETHER): Where to shove it!

- Yeah! - (TOGETHER): Where to shove it!

Where to shove it!

Where to shove it!

You Tommy?

Yeah. Still the same guy.

Tucker says, "Welcome aboard."

No, man, no.

?

It suddenly struck me.

I'm better than this.

People like Clayton.

You remember Clayton?

He comes up to me and gets up my face.

I say, "Man, what the fuck are you looking at?

Give me the keys," I said.

Anyways, I grabbed the keys

jumped in the forklift.

Dumped the whole bin over his head.

Fish everywhere.

(TOMMY LAUGHING)

Clayton's standing there, shouting at me.

I pounced on him then.

Started whacking him over the head with a big ole codfish.

Devereaux comes out. Stuttering and spitting,

frothing at the mouth. I told him to shove

the job up his hole. He loses it.

- Ever! - "No more Rosses,"

he says. Fires Chesley too.

- Ches got fired? - Yeah. He's fine.

He's fine. He's home, balls deep

in his new Xbox, you know.

Look, there's nothing that a few dollars can't fix.

Money cures what ails you.

- Where did you get that? - Got a problem?

- Throw a few bucks at it. - ?

But listen. Devereaux has got

a picture of him up on the wall.

He goes around with no pants on.

- He's probably grooming Chesley for... - Oh, shut up!

I gotta find him. You keep feeding her drinks,

- she's tightly wound in need of a good... - Oh yeah?

- Hmm... Mm-mm. - To give or to get?

- Neither. - Both!

- See you next Tuesday? - OK.

? I could see them dancing ?

Well, it's getting late. Um, so, I should let you go

meet up with whoever...

- you'll meet up with. - No, I don't have a girlfriend.

- (VAANI LAUGHING) - That's what you're asking.

- I wasn't asking. - Well, I haven't had a girlfriend

since I almost got married.

Hmm... This is Pamela

married to Rico?

You do like me.

Why else would you be creeping me online?

OK, we went to high school together.

You've had a thing for me since high school.

- (LAUGHING): No! - You have.

But you were always nice to me

- when most people ignored me... - Ha!

- Imagine that. - I know.

People ignoring you.

Anyway, I always remembered you, so...

I can be really nice to you tonight.

OK, I'm going.

Listen, wait, wait.

I'm joking. Obviously, I'm joking, alright?

Seriously, I'm just joking. Stay.

Just... just stay and have a couple of drinks

with me. They don't even have to have alcohol.

They can be...

- tequila or something like that. - (VAANI LAUGHING)

Stay for a while.

OK.

I'm gonna go to the restroom

- and you get us a couple drinks. - ? Now he's staring me ?

? Right in the eye ?

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

Ah, Tucker.

Little Dog.

We're gonna have a talk.

? Everybody loved you ?

? Oh, they loved you ?

? When your dad ?

? Loved you in the end ?

Did the guy I was with leave?

Yes. Uh, yeah. He, uh...

Uh, he left with a couple of friends.

? Ah, you could have gone then ?

(TOMMY): I was... I was trying to talk to someone.

(TUCKER): No one wants to talk to you!

But I do! At least until you pay me back

every red cent you owe me.

I'm gonna put a boatload of cash on your stupidly low odds,

and then you are gonna win.

Follow?

- I'll put some thought into it. - Prfff! You prick!

Left here!

I've been keeping a close eye on your nephew.

I hear he's looking for a job now.

He would make a sweet, little oxy mule. Look, there he is!

Stay the hell away from Chesley.

Roll down the window. Call out to him.

- Go on, call out to him! - Alright.

- Alright. Goddammit, alright! - Uh-huh, good man. Ha!

- One more thing, Tommy... - What?

Ah! Ugh!

(TUCKER): Be careful, boys, we don't want to break nothing.

(DISTANT WOMEN LAUGHING)

- (WOMAN): You're kidding me! - (TOMMY GASPING)

(DISTANT, INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(INDISTINCT TALKING)

(WOMEN LAUGHING)

(WOMAN): Ohhh, yeah.

Ugh!

Well, you're up.

We have a visitor.

- Hello, Tommy. - Hi, Pam.

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