Brothers Page #3

- How much does he owe you?

$47 and two broken glasses.

-...so how about we say...

- Ready, come on, Cyrano...

- Get your hands off the bar.

- Ignore it. That thing is huge.

- How about we say fifty?

- I don't care about your money.

Just get him out of here.

I'm gonna call the cops.

Tommy, I have two little girls sleeping

in a parking lot at three in the morning.

You think you're funny?

Go home.

Oh God!

- My head's spinning.

- Be careful.

- I don't think I should be carrying your child.

- Just put her in her bed, okay.

Oh yeah.

- Uncle Tommy.

- Oh God.

Uncle Tommy, wake up!

- Can you stop that?

- I'm making pancakes for mom.

I can't stop, my sister said.

Stop it.

No.

What are you doing here?

You want me to whisk in your face too?

This is not your house and

you are not the boss here.

Come on.

I'm making pancakes for mom

so she won't be sad.

- Our dad's dead.

- He knows. He's his brother.

I know that.

Don't you get on a carton, it's gross!

- Shut up, you're gross.

- Do you want a pancake?

No... I don't like that.

- Our pancakes are the best.

- Eat your own crap, alright.

- Mom, you're supposed to be upstairs.

- What are you doing?

- Surprise!

- I am surprised. Thank you.

One of the nicest little

girls in the world.

Who's that?

- Grandpa!

- Grandpa!

- Good day babies, what have you got in your hand?

- Pancake butter.

Hi, sweetie.

- Hey, let's go watch TV.

- Come on, girls.

- Bye Tommy!

- Well, we'll clean the mess up later.

Good morning.

Pancakes, huh.

Yeah, actually there's one

on the floor if you want it.

- What are they doing here?

- They're making pancakes.

Look um....

- I was a little stupid the other day...

- Oh. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- It was okay to drive...

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know...

I know Sam is always smarter than me.

Not really that smarter...

He was a damn good athlete.

Remember that game

with Easton.

Truly delightful.

He have some talent too,

you know, I mean...

He doesn't quit all the time.

That was different between you and him.

Sam had no quitting in him.

I'll cut my throat to bring him back, Dad.

I don't know...

how they can live with

this kitchen the way it is.

Private, come here!

F***ing help me!

I can't see anything.

They're looking for us.

Sh*t!

- Should we try again?

- Not right now.

Come on man, just put it where it is.

Grace! Hey!

You remember AJ, Owen...

Sweeney, I don't remember your first name.

There was a reason for that.

It's nice to meet you, Grace.

You too.

What's going on?

We're just fixing up the kitchen for you.

Tommy...

Are you ever gonna

run this by me?

- Can you believe that? She's gorgeous.

- This is my house.

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