VERONICA’s Apartment. 2 a.m. VERONICA is in a nightgown and grips a stickball bat. JACKIE is wasted off his ass.
VERONICA: I called the fuckin’ police!
JACKIE: Good! I loooooove fuckin’ police! I love police like I love fuckin, I dunno, but I fuckin’ love it!
VERONICA: You better fuckin’ run!
JACKIE: Love it! Yo, how’s the motherfucker with the hat doing?! Huh?! I looove that motherfucker with the hat! He’s a good-lovin’ motherfucker, that first-floor motherfucker!
VERONICA: If you wanna talk, we could do it in the morning, and we should talk, and I wanna talk — but you gotta go right now —
JACKIE: Talk?! Who said I wanna talk to your ass?! What’s there to talk about? Hats?! Fuckin’ haberdashery?!
VERONICA: Jackie, please —
JACKIE: Nah, because I wrote you a song, Veronica —
VERONICA: — Get outta here! Get outta here before I fuckin’ clock you, ’cuz I’ll clock you!
JACKIE: Aaight, ssh! Sssh! Here goes. This song is debilated to you, Veronica, since the eighth grade! Eight! Remember? Okay, ready — this song, this long-distance dedication from me to you, is called … “Fuck … You.”
VERONICA: Don’t you do it!
JACKIE: “Fuck your dead stepfather Tito — fuuuck you!”
VERONICA: Stop it!
JACKIE: “Fuck Buster and Negrito, I hope they get run over by cars — fuuuuck you!”
VERONICA: You think you’re the only motherfucker who’s hurting here?!
JACKIE: “Fuck those Commodores records we use ta make it to — fuck you” — Hold up I wrote this shit down — (JACKIE digs through his pockets to find the rest of his song.)
VERONICA: — What about me, huh?! What about my pain?! What about the promises your ass made?! Where’s my ring? Where’s my two-family house in Yonkers? Where’s my little baby Jackie and my little baby Veronica playing on their fuckin’ swing set?! Where’s your “air-conditioning an’ refrigeration” degree? Where’s my “going back to school”? Where’s my Jackie that used ta live in my heart — where is the most decent, loving guy I ever met in my whole fuckin’ life — and why’s he out fucking played-out AA hos?!
JACKIE: “Fuck your whole generation ’cuz you’re a ugly, disgusting, fucked-up bitch who no one loves because you’re so psycho twisted damaged nasty heartbreaker — fuck …” (VERONICA snaps — slugs JACKIE in the head flush with the stickball bat. JACKIE goes down. Out cold.)