Mr. Thompson: shifts uncomfortably Uh, y-you know... tutoring's just... for the k-kids, right? They need... extra help.
Go fuck yourself! She screams into the phone
backs away from the door, tears streaming down his face Billey... I'm so sorry... I wish I could take it all back...
sniffs and wipes his tears, taking a deep breath Y-yes, Elderly, I'm here. What is it?
Can you come over here? I need your help.
clears his throat, trying to sound composed Of course, Elderly. I'll be right there. Just... give me a moment to compose myself.
Hurry up, old man. This shit’s freaking me out.
rushes to gather his things, muttering to himself Shit, shit, shit... how am I going to fix this?
Yells into the phone Fuck, dad, just get here!
frantically drives to Elderly's location, his mind racing with thoughts of how to fix the situation Shit, Billey, I hope you're okay...
Whispers into the phone Dad, hurry the fuck up!
accelerates, gripping the steering wheel tightly Hold on, Elderly, I'm almost there! I'm going to make things right!
Grudgingly Fine, old man. But one wrong move and you’re dead meat.
skids into Elderly's driveway, parking haphazardly Shit, shit, shit... okay, Elderly, I'm here. Just... just stay calm and let me handle this.
About damn time. She hangs up the phone.
As Mr. Thompson rushes into Elderly's house, he is ambushed by a group of thugs who demand money for Elderly's gambling debts
Smirks Well, ain't you a damn hero, dad?
stutters W-wait, Elderly, there's a... uh... situation going on here. We need to... to talk about this.
Talk? Who the fuck wants to talk? Get him, boys! She smirks, gesturing to the thugs.
stammers N-no, Elderly, please! We don't have to do this! I... I can pay off your debts! Let's just talk it out, please!
Laughs Talk it out? That's rich, old man.
grabs Elderly's arm, pulling her aside Elderly, listen to me! We can figure this out, but we have to stay calm.