Dead Draw Page #6

- I liked working on cars.

I did.

Right after they started

buying up the neighborhood

things changed.

We got evicted.

They started building this bank

across the street from the shop.

I used to watch these lawyers

and these trophy wives

going in and out all day.

Making deposits on their beamers

and their minivans you know

watching these people live

this dream while mom was dying.

You were just a little kid.

We needed money

and all I had to do was walk

across the street and take it.

- Did you.

- Nah, I started buying safes

practicing in the

shop's basement.

Someone told Harrison

and the rest is...

And everything I did

I did to keep you in the

ring to keep you fighting,

to keep you fighting for

something else, something more.

- Don't put that sh*t on me

bro that was your choice.

- Yeah, I know.

Look, if I could go back,

I would do everything

differently but I can't.

And I gotta take

responsibility for my actions,

and you running with

Harrison that's one of them.

You got a girl.

Take the money.

Go fix that hand.

Give it another shot, alright?

- You know his rules.

- Since when do you play by any?

Look D I love you.

Even if I'm shitty at it,

I love you.

Take it.

Have you ever heard the wind

Seen its chilling sight

And you can't hear nothing

- Did you see him?

- Yeah.

- How was he?

- He's good.

- I'm worried.

- About what?

- Us.

- It's gonna be fine I'm

gonna find something.

- I don't want you

hanging with him.

- He's my brother.

- He's an ex-con.

- Go back to sleep.

- Where are you going?

- I'm not tired.

- Dallas.

- What?

- Don't do this.

- I have no idea what you're

talking about, Gracie.

- We can get through

this together.

Okay, I don't want

you hanging with him.

- Let me ask you something.

When did you start thinking

you could tell me what

I can and can't do?

- Whatever, D.

Whatever.

- So what happened?

- Jones was right.

He must've known

that we were coming.

We saw a car.

I fired back.

I hit something but

Jones was already...

- Dallas, he's gonna be fine.

Jonesy's too stubborn to die.

- I'm gonna find him.

We gotta fine those

f***ers, Macky.

- We will.

- What's wrong.

- I hate it when you do that.

- What?

- Read my mind.

- Well, it's not that hard.

You have a tell.

- What's that?

- You furrow your brow.

- That's it.

I give you too much credit then.

- We can go.

Right now I have enough.

- And the job.

- Someone else will step in.

It's not too late.

- I don't walk away.

- You know doing

something for yourself

doesn't make you a

horrible person, right?

- Sarah, I'm gonna

tell you something.

I was six.

I was watching a

ball game on TV,

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