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They found

your father's body.

l'm sorry.

- They made a positive l.D.

- How did it happen ?

There was a fire last night in

an abandoned building in the Ninth Ward.

The fire department discovered

your father's body in one of the rooms.

l need to see him.

Your daddy was burned

pretty badly.

The identification had to

be made from dental charts...

in your father's

service record.

What's your

involvement here ?

l was helping her

find her daddy.

Wakey, wakey, you fat f*** !

Oh, God !

Mr. Fouchon,

what are you doing here ?

- Aah ! Oww !

- Don't talk, Randal. Listen.

Oh, don't worry

about Randal.

- Aah !

- He's all ears.

When Mr. Van Cleaf came upon

your visitors yesterday,

you neglected to tell him

that they were inquiring...

- about one of our volunteers.

- That was nothin', Mr. Fouchon.

Oh, it was something,

Randal.

This man we hunted last night.

Why don't you tell us his real name ?

- You f***.

- Binder. Binder. Douglas Binder.

That's not the one

we selected, is it ?

l-l couldn't get the guy

you asked for.

Look, y-you said you wanted

a combat veteran, so l sent you Binder.

- He has more medals.

- He had a family.

Now they're asking questions.

Please. Please.

l said l was sorry. l sai--

- Aah ! l said l was sorry.

- Careless is what you are, Randal.

Careless and stupid...

and now you're sorry, too.

He said he--

He said he was alone.

- l didn't know he had

any relatives. Honest.

- You made a mistake ?

- ls that what you're saying ?

- Yeah. Yeah.

Uh-huh. And l see you're anxious

to make up for it, aren't you ?

Yeah. Yeah, right.

Yes. Yes, sir.

We've got another client

and he's about to select a new playmate.

Next time send us

the one we ask for.

l will, Mr. Fouchon,

l swear. l--

l think

we understand each other.

- Yes ? No ?

- Yes. Yeah.

Randal.

l come back here,

l cut me a steak.

You did your best.

No, l--

l came too late.

l mean, Jesus, he was living

out of a shopping cart.

Goddamn it.

Why didn't he just...

tell me ?

Why didn't he ask

for my help ?

l've been there myself

on the street.

lt's hard.

lt's hard to...

put your hand out.

l just kept thinking

if l could...

just tell him

that l loved him.

And because

he loved you so much,

he didn't want to

pull you into it.

- Our friend, Mr. Boudreaux.

- Mm-hmm.

Silver Star.

Marine Force Recon.

He joined

the Merchant Service after he got out.

His captain

was smuggling opium.

When Boudreaux found out,

he threw the man overboard.

He's been looking

for work ever since.

He's obviously not someone

we should underestimate.

He was raised

in the bayous by his uncle.

l think Mr. Boudreaux...

would make

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