Blood Father

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[CASH REGISTER BEEPING]

And a pack of Camel Lights.

ID?

I can't sell 'em to you

without an ID, honey.

Then just the bullets.

Please?

[MUSIC PLAYING ON STEREO]

I said 45s. Mine don't even

take these cheap-ass nines.

I thought you had 9mm.

I'm f***ing useless now, man.

I can't even smoke nobody!

Your b*tch f***ed me, Jonah!

[WOMAN SCREAMING IN DISTANCE]

See you there.

Why did he have to talk to me like that?

Let him get his own bullets.

Are we really doing this right now?

What did I tell you about

the people in the house?

We pay them to live here.

To be normal f***ing people,

like I did with you.

What's in the house?

I don't know.

Good girl.

Good.

And you didn't know

what was in your house, right?

[IN SOFT VOICE] The problem is,

not many people believe you.

I swear to God, I never saw anything.

- I never took anything.

- [SHUSHING]

I believe you.

But you want my trust, no?

Then prove it like I did.

Okay.

Look, grab that gun and go cover

that f***ing back door, okay?

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

Come on.

[SNIFFING]

Okay?

Okay, don't blink.

[BEES BUZZING]

- [KID 1] Shut up!

- [KID 2] That's right, butterfinger.

Come on! You...

- You let him intercept it?

- [KID 3] Yes!

[KID 2] Man, you're really...

Whoa! A gun.

- Uh...

- [MAKING GUN NOISES]

Don't do that!

Oh, shoot Teddy, please.

That'd be awesome!

[GUNSHOTS FIRING]

[ALL SHOUT]

[MUFFLED GROANING]

[SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

[MAN] It's not here. Where the f*** is it?

[MAN SPEAKING SPANISH]

[MUFFLED SHOUTING]

[SHOUTS]

Kids, run! Fast!

Shut up!

F***ing daycare center out there.

Where the f***'s our money?

She's a f***ing liar!

No! I do not...

See?

F***ing lie to me!

This is what she gets for stealing.

Was it worth it?

She cares more about money

than she did about her husband.

Jonah. Jonah, please don't hurt her.

[SCREAMS]

[MAN] And I can't find sh*t!

Show me I'm not wrong about you.

Relax, breathe. Breathe. There you go.

[GASPING]

This is how you prove it!

You're alive because of me!

No one believes you.

You're already a murderer, baby.

Every bullet here

will be traced back to that store.

Okay.

Pull the trigger.

Do it.

Shoot.

[SHOUTS]

- [JONAH] Now!

- [GUNSHOTS FIRE]

[WOMAN BREATHING HEAVILY]

[MAN] Jonah?

Let's go, let's go.

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

[PEOPLE APPLAUDING]

[MAN 1] Happy birthday.

[MAN 2] Happy birthday, man.

[COUGHS]

Thanks, thanks.

For those who don't know me,

my name's John Link.

[ALL] Hi, John!

And I'm a real success story.

Been sober two years,

one inside the joint, one out here.

Before that, I was

never clean for very long.

Except maybe in the womb, but knowing Mom,

I was probably pickled there, too.

I did a lot of damage.

Lost a lot of people along the way.

Some of 'em stay lost.

It's not like they come back and give you

an "Atta boy" for quitting, you know?

I got a kid I can't find,

except on a milk carton.

Ex that won't talk to me.

Every skill I ever had,

every friend I ever knew,

is now a parole violation.

But you can't be a prick all your life

and then just say, "Nevermind," you know?

I can't fix everything I broke.

All I can do is not drink.

So, I won't do that today.

It's like when I was in

the joint all that time.

Just count off every

f***ing day until I die.

Well, happy birthday,

you grumpy old bastard.

Am I allowed to be in a bad mood, Kirby?

Of course. I just think we should go get

some coffee, so you can calm down a bit.

Nah, I got some work.

Got some people coming over

with some bullshit ideas.

Well, they picked the right guy for that.

Seems everybody's full of sh*t today,

but you.

Well, maybe I just hate birthdays,

all right?

Makes you think there's some

kind of reward for all this sh*t.

No, there's no reward,

there's just a reminder

from why you're quitting

the people you hurt.

Maybe some people need hurtin'.

With a chain.

Look at the person

that really did this. You.

And if you learn some patience,

there is a reward.

It's believing in something

bigger than yourself.

Kirby, how f***ing

patient do I have to be?

I'm here, right? I'm looking

at this f***ing mess every day.

There's some people

left me out there to rot.

Sometimes, I just wanna find them

and go say "Hello" with a blowtorch.

Oh, it's a blowtorch now.

Yeah, they deserve it.

All right, that's true, John,

and it might be fitting.

But it wouldn't be proper.

You know the difference

between fitting and proper?

Well, I'm not a trailer park poet

like you, Kirby.

You're gonna have to tell me.

Well, it goes like this.

I could shove my thumb

up your ass right now

and it would probably fit.

Mmm-hmm.

But it wouldn't be proper.

[BOTH LAUGHING]

That's sweet talk to an ex-con like me.

That coffee still on?

Go f*** yourself.

Okay, you, too.

[CHUCKLING]

[WHIRRING]

You know, we've been divorced three years?

I come home from work with that man

sitting at my kitchen table.

But... I'm a single woman now

and I got no intention of going back.

I've done my time.

You done a little time, too? Huh?

Yup, just a little.

Um...

That's your little girl?

Mmm-hmm.

Why? You seen her?

No.

[TELEPHONE RINGING]

[CLEARS THROAT]

Missing Link Tattoo.

[VOICE RECORDING]

This is a collect call from...

[LYDIA] Your f***ed-up daughter.

[VOICE RECORDING] To accept the charges,

say, "Yes," or press one now.

Yes.

- Sorry, I did not understand.

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