Blood Ties Page #3

- that was a long time ago.

- Yes, yes, yes.

- And that things are different now.

- Leave me alone.

Don't ever come back here

again. Do you hear me?

What's wrong?

Natalie, what is it?

What's the matter?

$40 short.

It's the second time in 10 days.

I already had to spend $50 out

of my own pocket last week.

- You need help recounting it?

- No.

No, I already counted three

goddamned times. It's gone.

Okay, so there's 40 bucks missing.

- It's not the end of the world.

- Yeah, maybe not to you.

There you go, end of story.

- No, no, no. It's... It's not about...

- End of story.

How're you doing?

A bunch of us are going to

dinner. Do you wanna come?

- Sure.

- Well, get in.

Okay, just stop holding onto me.

I lost a lung not a leg.

Rachel, honey, stop over here, and get

me some cigarettes. Would you, please?

Cigarettes? Dad, are you crazy?

Please.

- Hey, Pop?

- Yeah.

- Can I ask you something?

- Sure!

When I went to your house to

get all the stuff for the hospital,

- I found a letter.

- Yeah.

Uh, from Mom.

And, you know, you

always told us that

- she, she left us and...

- That's right.

Well, the letter, you

know, it's to the judge

and she's begging,

begging him for custody

because I was so young when you...

"When you" what? You was

too young "when you..."

"When you" what? When I what?

When I wouldn't let you grow

up in a whorehouse, huh?

Listen, your mother...

Your mother was a b*tch!

She was a real b*tch.

She beat the sh*t out of

your brother and sister

on a daily basis with whatever

she had in her hands.

She was a violent drunk, she

was a twisted, f***ing slut!

And it was because of

your f***ing safety...

It was because of your safety

that I kicked her out.

Your safety. Yours.

So you have... You have no

memories of her! You got none!

You have none, and if you did,

you'd throw up. I promise you.

When she died,

it didn't matter to me,

it didn't matter to... to her.

It didn't matter to any of us.

Well, look, just stay

out of the past, son.

Just stay out of the

God damned past

and... and live your

own life now, okay?

Please.

Please, okay?

Okay. Let's go, honey.

Come on, Ven, Ven, Ven,

Ven, Ven. Come on!

Hiya, pumpkin. How you doin', huh?

- Hi, Daddy.

- Hey.

She has an ear ache.

- Oh, has she got a fever?

- Yeah, but it's going down.

Hey. How are you?

- How are you? Are you all right?

- What's it look like?

- How are you? You need anything?

- No.

Wait. Look what I got for you.

- You like it?

- Yes.

There it is.

What?

- Is it true?

- What?

That they got nothing?

No. I mean yes, it's true, yeah.

You promised me.

You said this wouldn't happen.

And look where we are now.

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