Father's Day Page #6

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Yeah.

Chelsea, this is exactly

what I'm talking about.

Chris Fuchman in your apartment.

You could have been killed.

Those eyes, you know?

Those eyes.

I had him, Ahab.

I shot him right there.

He escaped through

the kitchen window.

Why didn't he kill you?

Chelsea, if anything

were to happen to you,

I don't what I'd do with myself.

Why don't you just get out

of the city for a few days.

I'm going after Fuchman alone.

I'm coming with you.

OK.

That f*** is going down.

Who is this kid again?

Who is the one that

does all the research?

Who picks up the bread crumbs

that those stupid cops leave

Behind?

Me!

So don't make this some

bullshit boys' club.

Chelsea, I have nothing left.

You're the only person.

[knocking at door]

DETECTIVE STEGEL (A DOOR): Open the door.

It's the police.

Stegel!

What do we do?

I have a plan.

I'll get you guys out of here,

and I'll deal with Stegel.

But you have to

take me with you.

Take me with you, or

you talk to Stegel

And explain to him why you're

here drenched in the blood

Of a street-ho mother f***er.

Hey!

Meet me a the Low

Life in an hour.

Detective Stegel.

What a pleasant surprise.

Has there been a

break in the case?

Who are you

talking to in there?

Just some friends.

I'm sorry.

I didn't realize.

Ma'am.

Don't worry.

They were just leaving.

See you girls later.

Now... what can I do for you?

Oh!

Ah, that was close one.

I just hope Chelsea's all right.

That girl can take

care of herself.

The Low Life's that way, man.

We're not going

to the Low Life.

[Music playing]

Is someone there?

John, is that you?

[Coughing]

You.

After all these years

you've come for me.

[Coughing]

My boy has returned.

Do to me as you wish.

Nothing will stop

the inevitable.

[Air whooshing]

The Fuchman.

I miss you, Dad.

I wanted to do good by

you, but I let you down.

I'm sorry.

It won't happen again.

What's this?

Dig.

I got that much.

Dig why?

Oh, gross.

Gross, gross, gross gross.

I guess you're pretty sad

your dad's not in there, huh?

[Music playing]

[Gasps]

Ahab, you piece of sh*t.

As I'm sure all

of you have heard,

Father O'Flynn was taken

from us late last night.

First off, I would like to thank

all of you for your kind words

This morning.

In our time of grief, let

us not forget Romans 14:7.

For none of us

liveth to himself,

No man dieth to himself.

[Laughs]

OK.

Wow.

Death.

Let's talk about that white

elephant in the room today.

Like so many others,

Father O'Flynn was taken

From us much, much too early.

I know many of you are asking,

wasn't he like 100 years old?

Honestly, I don't know.

The poor man could only

enjoy boiled water.

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