Once in the Life Page #3

about my mom? Ha ha ha! F***ing a**hole. You f***ing put

your hands up to me again, I'll throw you

a f***ing beating you'll never forget. I'm sorry, all right? Look. You're

pretty good with the smitties,

right? Maybe we could make

some money together. Doing what? This and that.

A little flim, a little flam,

you know. I don't know. What? Like you got something better

to do, Mr. Williams? Cut me a break with

that Mr. Williams sh*t. Ok. Whatever the

f*** your name is. Billy. Billy? Yeah. Billy. You want to make

some money or not? Ok. What you want

from me, Max? You know what I want? I want you to do what

you f***ing promised. It's not that

f***ing complicated. You say you're going

to do something, you do it. It's not my fault. Whose fault is it?

Mine? No. And I bet you

won't tell her you won't take her

trick-or-treating. Maxine! Maxine what? I knew this sh*t

was going to happen. It's the same

f***ing sh*t that happened

last year. Look. I got business

to take care of. You're going to have to

take her this year. You know what? She doesn't

want me to take her. She wants her father

to take her. All right?

She's a little girl. Halloween

is important to her. I know that. Think I don't

know that? Why don't you

f***ing act like it? She's not going to

be little forever. Where you going? Where you going? Going to pick her up

from school. This is bullshit! Now just stop it,

all right? Max...You know

the game. I'll be back. I'll be back

as soon as I can. Just do what

you got to do. Come here.

Don't be scared. It'll be ok. You go get precious. Tell her

daddy's sorry. Will you do that

for me? Yeah. I'll do that

for you. I'll tell her

you're sorry. Maxine:

I don't know why I'm with your

sorry ass anyway. Tony, voice-over:

Wayward daughters for dollars and quarters would sell

their youthful selves, and in the morning

they awoke to find their hearts

near broke, crying themselves

to death. While junkies prowl

with a tiger's growl in search of their

much needed blow, and winos cringe

on their canned heat bins to find their graves

in the snow. Where belles of vice

sell love for a price and even the law

gets corrupt, man, you keep on trying. But nevertheless crime,

like gin--what a bitter cup. The jungle creed says, "the strongest feed

off of any prey at hand," and I was branded "beast"

at every feast, before I ever

became a man. [Bell rings] They're here. You sure? Yeah, I'm sure.

Positive? Absolutely.

Absolutely positive. Go upstairs.

Wait for my call. Man on TV:

Hey, all right! I'm here. You're here. We're all here together. Do you have any idea

what we're doing here? Hey, Michael. You know? All right! That's what

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