Susan is in the bathroom, has locked herself in with her cellphone, as her ex-boyfriend tries to kick the door down. Susan calls Larry, who is coming up the front walk now, gun in his jacket pocket.
“Get out of the house,” Susan screams. “Get out.”
The ex keeps kicking.
“Larry’s coming,” Susan says. “He’ll hurt you. Get out.”
“That little fag?” The ex laughs.
And Larry comes up the stairs, two stairs at a time, his leather boots thumping solidly.
“Hey,” he says to the ex.
The ex turns and as he does, Larry takes the gun out of his pocket and uses it to knock out the ex’s teeth.
The kids are screaming. They have some friends over and there are a shitload of kids in the house. One kid is screaming, “Daddy.” Too many exes, too many kids. Larry can’t keep them straight. All the exes be
