Blood Father Page #4

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don't recognize him anymore.

[DIALING TONE]

Kirby.

I don't know what I stepped in,

man, but she's here.

My little girl.

[KIRBY] You found her.

No, she found me.

But she's out of her f***ing mind.

Well, I remember when I tried to

reconnect with my sister and my ex-wife.

They were not ready to forgive me.

[CHUCKLES] It was destructive.

It was the wrong time

to try to make amends.

Make amends? Kirby, I'm trying to keep

the kid away from the f***in' floor stripper.

- She's comin' down hard off somethin'.

- Oh. Well, then she needs help, John.

Get her into detox.

Take her to the hospital.

Man, I don't know.

She's goin' on about some kind of sh*t,

some sort of trouble she's in.

I don't know what's bullshit and what's not

anymore, but I'd just as soon find out

before I start filling out

intake forms, you know?

No, no, no, you're

still thinkin' like a con.

Take her to the hospital.

[LINK] Oh, come on, Kirby.

I just met the girl for

the first time in years,

I just don't feel like handing her

over to a bunch of strangers.

You're the stranger. You didn't

meet her, and she didn't meet you.

Right now, she's nothin'

but a chemistry experiment.

You need help with this, John.

[SCOFFS]

Well, then, why ask?

[DOG BARKING IN THE DISTANCE]

[WOMAN ON TV] Cutting up the veggies here.

We wanna try and keep the vegetables

all the same size so they can...

[FLY BUZZING]

...and make a fresh herb mixture

with parsley, thyme,

fennel flakes and garlic.

[VEHICLE APPROACHING]

[MUSIC PLAYING ON CAR STEREO]

[LYDIA BREATHING HEAVILY]

Can I help you gentlemen?

- Yeah. We want tattoos.

- I'm not open.

It says walk-ins. We're walkin' in.

Nah. Come back tomorrow.

I want some Nazi sh*t on my arm.

Or a big-ass heart

with some b*tch's name on it.

Yeah, on my dick.

We got money, old man.

It's bad business turning us away.

Yeah, come on, man.

Don't be judging us by our looks.

I'm not judging. I'm just going to bed.

What if I wanted her name on my stomach?

Lydia.

Why don't you all f*** off?

[KANPOL] We just want to talk to her, man.

We ain't got no problem with you.

What are you? F***in' Citizens' Police?

Get off my f***in' property,

or I'm callin' the cops.

Motherf***er, you on parole.

Nobody calls the cops on parole!

Don't you f***ing

turn your back on me, boy!

- [GASPS]

- [BANGING ON DOOR]

Straight question, kid.

Can the police handle this?

No, Dad, they'll kill me in jail!

And I won't make it.

- And I don't know what to do!

- No sh*t.

[BANGING CONTINUES]

That f***in' punk puts a dent

in my door, I'll kick the crap...

I really f***ed up.

- [GUNSHOTS FIRING]

- [SCREAMING]

[PHONE RINGING]

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