Father's Day Page #4

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DJ:
As the clock strikes

midnight in the Low Life,

A wildcat with a taste for

meat slinks on to the stage.

Gentlemen, would you make some

noise for the foxiest b*tch

In the city, the Luscious Lynx.

[Rock music playing]

Chelsea?

Hey, what's up?

What's up, man?

Chelsea!

Can I help you?

Where's Chelsea?

Who the f*** wants to know?

Ahab?

You know this guy?

Yeah, he's my brother.

You never told me

you had a brother.

No one tells me sh*t.

How did you get in here?

Your doorman took a break?

[Whimpering]

STRIPPER:
Oh, my God, Arty!

You got shot again?

Shot in the neck again.

You're all grown up.

Imagine that!

I grew up without you.

I was a mess.

I just wanted more

for you than this.

I'm sorry, Ahab.

What did you expect?

I was a little girl.

Yeah, well, I had

nothing to do with that.

They split us up after

mom and dad died so...

Do you have any

idea what it was

Like growing up in that

orphanage with the nuns?

I prayed every night that

you would come and find me,

But you never did!

I wrote you letters.

I guess it turns out my brother

only cares about himself.

So why don't you f*** off.

That's what you're best at.

Chelsea, I agree I might

have been a bad brother,

But I don't want you

putting your life

On the line over

some stupid vendetta

For the Father's Day killer.

Why not?

You did.

Well, I'm not my little sister.

And look where it got me.

No.

You did this to yourself.

I'm not some f***ing cowboy

running around shooting

At anything that moves.

I've done my homework.

And I'm going to finish

what you couldn't.

Get out.

Well, I'm sorry.

[Music plays in distance]

FATHER SULLIVAN:

(SINGING):
Come home.

Come home.

If you love me will you come...

Take me to the airport, John.

What?

Take me to the airport, John.

Ahab, she's just upset.

Give her some time.

I spent years living

in that forest, John.

Come the spring thaw I'd

tap those maple trees.

And I collected that sap.

And I boiled it down.

And I watched those

sugars caramelize.

I made some of the sweetest

syrups you can imagine, John.

But John, you let those syrups

sit, and they start to ferment.

And it loses all its goodness.

So Chelsea is like the

syrup that sat too long.

Why would you say that to me?

I'm sorry.

I misunderstood, brother.

So you are like

the wise old tree?

I'm like a tree?

That's a really mean thing

to say to somebody, John.

[Chuckles nervously]

[Shutter clicks]

[Screams]

TWINK:
Chelsea.

CHELSEA:
Twink, you

scared the sh*t out of me.

What's he doing here?

Nice to see you, too, b*tch.

He killed my dad.

Twink...

And I know... I know he's coming

for me because of what I saw.

Come on, sweetheart, you're

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