The Barber Page #2

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on your f***ing knife.

Daddy likes it rough.

Chief, Eugene's out front.

Gene, are you okay?

I mean, we've been calling.

I'm fine. Man, oh, man.

I must have made a spectacle of myself

- running away like that.

- Yeah. Yeah, we were worried about you.

- You get anyone to look at that for you?

- Nah, I'm... You know, it's nothing.

That fellow you brought in,

did he say anything?

Oh, he... he spouted some bunk story.

- What story?

- He thought you were his father.

And it's bullshit.

This kid, he'll say anything.

I want you to let him go.

I mean, he didn't hurt me. He...

Well, he stuck a knife in you, Gene.

No, no more charity cases.

Wait.

Is he yours?

I'm not gonna press charges.

You don't have to press charges.

Gary, we've been friends a long time.

I never asked for a favor.

I'm asking for one now.

Please let the kid go. Please.

You got a problem, man?

Get in the truck.

- Am I gonna be number 18?

- Get in the truck.

Okay.

Hey, this is a great dump site.

Isolated, off the highway. This yours?

Bring me out here to show me?

You told the Chief of Police you thought

I was your father. What's wrong with you?

- That loyal prick thinks you're a saint.

- Why would you say that?

Cops liked you for a bunch

of those missing girls, right?

But they couldn't make it stick.

My favorites were the ones

you put in the ground.

I've never been involved

in any kind of violence.

Come on. Scratch marks

in those pine lids.

I want to know how you picked them.

What's the trigger?

What's the thing, goes click in your head,

this one, not that one?

- Debbie Ann Skokie, your first, why...

- If I am who you think I am,

why wouldn't I just kill you right now

and bury you up here

where nobody would ever find you?

I'm not who you think I am.

I'm not, so please stop this, please.

Mr. Visser, I know who you are,

because I'm your biggest fan.

I get it. You're laying low.

You're... You're taking a break.

But I know that that itch doesn't die.

I know. I live with it.

And if I'm gonna learn anything

about who I am and what I am,

it's gonna be from you,

a man with your experience,

because you and me, we are the same.

I looked for you everywhere for so long.

What happened in Chicago

was a horrible mistake.

- They let me go.

- They let you go because you're the best.

They let me go

because they had the wrong man.

It's cold. Go downhill to the highway,

Highway 2. Someone will pick you up.

- You leave me alone!

- You brought me here to leave me?

What the f*** are you doing?

Get the f*** out of the car.

Visser! Visser.

What the f***?

Monday morning...

Sh*t, man, you okay?

Kelli, right?

Yeah. I saw you get arrested back there.

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