Small Crimes Page #2

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[Joe grunts]

Look, Phil, this is not how I want...

One of those young men

is in intensive care.

The one with the nunchakus?

His father is an alderman.

I dont give a sh*t if theyre astronauts.

Charge me.

Put those a**holes on the stand

and watch em come apart like wet bread,

because you know exactly what this is.

Theyre parked in the middle of nowhere

with ninja weapons,

precisely where and when their girlfriend

happens to get assaulted?

Come on. Be serious.

Now, your daughter built herself

a cute little frame,

but theres no way this ends

in anything but a civil suit

that buys me your f***ing house.

[Phil] Youre right.

I spoke with Cara just now.

Shes, uh, quite shaken by what happened.

Shes been, uh, angry lately.

She, uh...

Do you wish to press charges?

In light of the statement given by my...

Cara,

regarding the events of this evening...

you have the right to press

criminal battery charges

against the men who attacked you,

- and my office will issue arrest warrants.

- [Joe] Hmm.

Ah, forget it.

Its in the past.

Phil.

If I could change what happened, I would.

But I paid my time.

I just want everything

to stay in the past.

Like you want Billy Caldwell

to stay in the past?

Youre batting zero, shithead.

[door closes]

Goddamn, I miss high school.

I just passed a kid in the lot

molesting his girlfriend

in the backseat of his 82 Datsun.

Kind of impressed that Phils kid

went for hard stuff like that.

She always seemed

like kind of a flake to me.

But then the mother did leave

after the, uh... [whooshing]

So thats gotta be kind of rough.

You look like you lost a little weight.

Usually all that starchy food they...

Whats up, Dan?

Hows that for manners

after all Ive done for you?

- [chuckles]

- Hey.

Six years in county

beats 12 years in the state house.

Those boys down there wouldve

spread you out like my crazy aunts quilt.

Yeah, that was Mannys grease, not yours.

- Speaking of the king...

- [can hits bench]

- I didnt ask for this.

- So give it back.

Uh-huh.

You heard about Manny?

What?

Cancer.

In the butt. Matter of time now.

Well, he had a good run.

Junior can steer things now.

Nothin to do with me.

- Clean slate, huh?

- Oh, yeah.

Well, I hate to break it to you,

but youre on the hook here, Joey.

Mannys gotta go.

You...

You said cancer.

Before then. Now. Yesterday.

F*** are you talking about?

That old-time religion.

Old mans found God.

Cravin salvation by way of confession.

Bullshit. Hed never flip.

Old Manny wouldnt,

but dyings made him smaller.

So lets consider now

specifically the kinds of things

that he might confess to.

Say, vis--vis, you.

Yeah.

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