What Doesn't Kill You Page #4

Yeah. No problem.

All right.

Greedy prick.

Hey. Hey, guys.

- Sh*t.

- All right, let's go.

Sean, help your

brother. Here's your bag.

- Why don't you go wait in the kitchen?

- All right, be good. Learn a lot.

That's great. Here, Sean,

help him put on his jacket.

I can't get the zipper.

It's 8:
00 in the morning.

Where the hell have you been?

- Out. Out.

- Where?

- Where?

- I don't want to hear it. Here.

Like this solves everything.

Come on.

Come on.

- Brian, this has gotta stop.

- Yeah, okay.

All right, yeah, whatever

you say. I won't do it again.

For the last time, just

let me get some sleep.

- Yeah?

- Hey, it's me.

- Jackie wants to see us.

- For what?

I don't know. He

didn't say anything.

All right. I'll be there.

Feds got Pat.

For what?

They're trying to pin some

old bullshit murder rap on him.

For when? Who?

- You know that prick, Mickey Gills?

- Yeah.

He's been flipping on

everybody from years ago,

trying to get his

sentence cut in half.

What's he looking at?

If he pleads out to

manslaughter, eight.

Hey, don't worry about it,

though. It'll be all right.

- Nothing changes.

- Yeah, sure.

- Of course.

- Nothing.

- I can't f***ing believe it.

- What do you think?

I think it's time

to go see that kid.

She's not going to mind doing

it, you know, coming to tell me...

Hey, Jay.

Hey. Sorry I'm late.

No problem. Nice car.

Thanks.

You're making good money

with that coke, huh?

I'm doing all right.

Personally, I don't care

how you make your money.

You don't sell it

to the kids, right?

- No.

- Let's cut to the chase, all right?

You're making a lot of money

with that, and we want some.

All right. So you

got two choices.

You can either come up with

a little something each week,

or, better yet, you can set up some

dealers, we'll rob them and cut you in.

- You want me to set up my connections?

- Yeah.

I can't do that. They know me.

- They know where the f*** I live.

- Yeah, but so do we.

Brian, are you gonna

put me on the spot?

I known you how long? We're

from the same neighborhood.

- What am I supposed to do?

- Jay, f*** them.

So if this goes good, they say they

might need 50 pounds every 10 days.

- I got all you need, man.

- Yeah, I bet.

- I'll go get them.

- All right, I'll be here.

Hey, what's going on?

- Oh, God.

- Relax, Tommy, you're gonna be okay.

- Jay, what's going on?

- Bad day for you, Tommy.

Just chalk it up as a loss, Tommy.

You'll make it back in a couple of weeks.

I'll take this. Thank you.

Okay. In case you get

stupid, that look familiar?

Jay, stuff in the back?

- Trunk open, Tommy?

- Yeah.

Tommy, I'm gonna

take the keys.

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