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about the stresses. It wasn’t directed at you intentionally. I was an asshole to everyone. Right Kent?’
    He grunted. ‘Especially to me.’
    Bart laughed. ‘Look, see? The star of the show. The Beast of Beast of Bondi copped more shit than anyone else. You’re still in the business, right? What have you been in lately?’
    Kent shook his head. ‘Nothing big. Local commercials, small TV bits. This foot has kept me out of the good roles.’
    ‘ Shame, that. You’ve got a talent. Well, boys, I’m directing an indie. Meeting the team tomorrow afternoon. If you want I can see if I can get you a part, maybe behind the camera for you, Charlie.’
    Charlie swallowed his mouthful of beer and carefully placed his bottle on the table. ‘What was that? The day after you’re out of jail and you’ve got a gig? That’s fast. What is it?’
    Bart dismissively waved his bottle of beer. ‘Details aren’t important. It’s a gig. I’m directing and I can find spots for you. Just say the word.’
    Charlie looked at Kent and stood. ‘I’ve got to get going, mate. You driving or do I need to catch a bus?’
    ‘ Was it something I said? Boys, sit. There’s more beer. I think I might have a bottle of scotch squirreled away somewhere.’
    Kent slid his chair back. ‘Nah, I gotta go too. I’ll talk to you later. Welcome back to the free world.’
    ‘ Well, whatever, boys. More for me. I’ve wasted way in the slammer.’ He grabbed another piece of pie. ‘I’ll see about getting you two boys a piece of the action. I’m meeting with them tomorrow afternoon. Drop by around 4:00 and I’ll let you know how it went.’
    Kent followed Charlie around to the front of the house. ‘Whatever, Bart. I’ll call you later.’
    He unlocked the car and motioned for Charlie to get in. ‘Back to your place?’
    ’ If you could, I’d appreciate it.’
    ‘ You free tomorrow morning?’
    ‘ I’ve got a job, mate.’
    ‘ Pull a sickie. I want to surf Venice again.’
    ‘ It’s shit there.’
    Kent looked across at his friend. ‘You’re a bit thick. I want to bump into Ellie. That’s the wagon to hook yourself to.’
    Charlie thought for a minute. ‘Yeah. Why not.’ He drummed his fingers on the dashboard. ‘Can you believe it? That ass has a job the day he gets out of jail. I had to leave. I was this close to punching him in the neck.’
    ‘ I could tell. Annoys the hell out of me, too. Especially after what he’s done.’
    ‘ Yeah, I know. Killing that guy.’
    Kent shook his head. ‘Not talking about that. You say you left because of what he did to you, but it pales in comparison to what he did to me.’
    ‘ You were the “star” of that steaming pile of cow shit. He treated you with kid gloves.’
    ‘ Ha. Not likely.’ He turned on to the 405 South. ‘This brilliant stroke of luck he was talking about? The one that broke the stress for him?’
    ‘ Yeah. What was that?’
    ‘ Me, finally being able to limp.’
    ‘ It was a stroke of luck that you broke your foot?’
    ‘ That’s the problem, mate. I didn’t break it.’
    ‘ I don’t follow.’
    ‘ Asshole back there broke it.’
    ‘ Bullshit.’
    ‘ Not bullshit. Think about it. He tried for two weeks to get me to limp properly. I couldn’t. At least not good enough for him.’
    ‘ No, no, no. Why?’
    ‘ Like he said. Running out of time and money. I couldn’t do the limp the role called for.’
    ‘ So he just broke your foot? I find that hard to believe. He’s a fat pig. Or he was. And you’re in pretty good shape. Don’t believe he could do that to you. Not without you letting him.’
    Kent shook his head. ‘He invited me out to his place one night. We went nuts. Started with a bottle of Grey Goose, some coke, and it went downhill from there. I have absolutely no recollection of most of that night. And the next morning his problems were solved. I had three broken bones in my foot and he had a leading actor who, suddenly, could limp.’ He shook