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Earlier This Afternoon (Court House)

Judge: And how do you plead, son?

Devin: …

Judge: Son? Your plea.

Devin: (softly) Guilty.

Judge: Very well. We’ll reconvene for sentencing on December 12th.

Defense Counsel: You did the right thing, Devin.

Devin: (stares blankly into distance)

***

Four Days Earlier (Police Station)

Devin: Let me go! I’m innocent!

Officer: Oh yeah? Then how come there’s dead-guy-blood all over your boots?

Devin: It wasn’t my fault!

Officer: Oh! So you admit that you did it?

Devin: I…I want to speak to a lawyer.

Officer: Yeah, I bet you do. In the meantime, why don’t you grab a seat? (tosses Devin in cell, slams door)

Devin: (puts head in hands, sobs)

***

Thirty Minutes Earlier (Street)

Devin: (kicking man lying on ground) ASK ME AGAIN! ASK ME AGAIN, MOTHERFUCKER!

Pete: Devin! What the hell is wrong with you?

Devin: WHO’S HUNGRY NOW, HUH? WHO’S HUNGRY NOW?

Man on Ground: P-please…please. I’m a h-hemophiliac…

Devin: (raises foot in air) YEAAAGGHHHHH!

Leah: DEVIN! NO!

***

Three minutes earlier (Exiting Air Canada Centre)

Pete: You guys want to go grab a beer?

Leah: Definitely. How about you, Devin?

Devin: (teeth clenched) Such fucking bullshit.

Pete: Whoa. What’s up with you, buddy? You’re not still mad about the miss, are you?

Devin: (angrily) And what if I am?

Leah: Jeez, Devin, settle down.

Devin: No, I won’t! We just got screwed over!

Pete: Um, Devin? We won!

Devin: I can’t believe it was the Italian guy, too! You figure he would have given a shit.

Homeless Guy: (to Devin) Excuse me, pal, but can you spare some change for some food?

Devin: (freezes) What did you just say?

Homeless Guy: Just wondering if you could spare a couple of bucks so I could grab a slice of pizza?

Devin: Oh. You want a slice of pizza, eh? (advances)

Leah: Devin, what are you doing?

***

Ten Minutes Earlier (Air Canada Centre)

T.V. Announcer: …and that’s the final buzzer, folks. Raptors 99, Hawks 95. Nice win for Toronto.

Pete: Awesome! Big W!

Leah: Such a great game.

Devin: (rips up ticket, throws on ground) Damnit!

Pete: What’s the matter?

Devin: My five-year-old cousin makes that shot half the time!

Leah: Hey, it happens.

Devin: Let’s get the hell out of this place. (marches up stairs)

Leah: (rolls eyes at Pete)

***

10 Seconds Earlier

Devin: PIZ…

CLANG!

Crowd: OHHHHH!

Devin: He…he missed.

Crowd: (sarcastic smattering of boos)

Pete: So close.

Devin: I…I’m surprised how much I wanted him to hit that.

Leah: Ha. Told you! The chanting is infectious.

Devin: (stares blankly into distance)

***

1 Minute Earlier

T.V. Announcer: 98-95 Raptors, 2.5 seconds left, Bargnani at the line, trying to put this one on ice.

SWISH!

T.V. Announcer: And that should do it, folks! But I’ve got a feeling this crowd would love it if Andrea hit one more.

Crowd: PIZ-ZA! PIZ-ZA! PIZ-ZA!

Devin: Why’s everybody chanting?

Pete: You never been to a game before? If the Raptors score 100 points, everyone gets a free piece of Pizza Pizza.

Devin: What? I’m surprised they can even give that stuff away.

Leah: Give in, Devin. You’re powerless to resist the pizza chant!

Devin: I’m not going to embarrass myself for a free piece of shitty pizza.

Pete: Oh, come on. Loosen up, you old man.

Devin: Fine, whatever. (exaggerated) PIZ-ZA! PIZ-ZA!

Leah: That’s it. Get into it.

Devin: PIZ-ZA! Ha. This is fun. PIZ-ZA! PIZ-ZA! C’mon, big fella!

T.V. Announcer: Bargnani shoots, and…

***

Six Hours Earlier (Office)

Pete: What are you doing tonight?

Devin: Why?

Pete: Leah has an extra ticket to the Raps game. You in?

Devin: Okay, but it can’t be too late a night. I have breakfast with Mr. Lanzer tomorrow, and I think he is going to offer me the big promotion.

Pete: Congrats!

Devin: Thanks. Oh, and guess what? Judy’s pregnant!

Pete: No way!

Devin: We couldn’t be happier.

Pete: Wow! Sounds like you sure have a bright future ahead of you.

Devin: I certainly do, Pete. Yes, I most certainly do.