Handsome Harry Page #3

WITH YOUR NIGHTSTICKS

BETWEEN THEIR LEGS.

TOMMY TALKED A LOT ABOUT YOU

OVER THE YEARS.

WHAT HAPPENED WITH KAGAN?

- TOMMY NEVER TOLD YOU?

- SOMETHING'S BEEN EATING A TOMMY EVER SINCE I'VE KNOWN HIM.

AND THIS LAST YEAR,

WHEN HE WAS SICK,

ALL HE COULD TALK ABOU WAS THAT HE'S GOING TO HELL

BECAUSE OF SOMETHING HE DID

IN THE NAVY.

AND ALL I KNOW:

IS THAT YOU WERE INVOLVED,

AND THE TWO OF YOU DID SOMETHING

TO THIS MAN, KAGAN.

NOW, I WANT YOU TO TELL ME

WHAT WAS SO TERRIBLE

THAT HE THINKS:

HE'S GOING TO HELL FOR IT.

- I DON'T THINK IT'D BE RIGHT,

MA'AM.

TOMMY WOULD HAVE TOLD YOU

IF HE WANTED TO.

- HELLO?

MOM, IT'S THE HOSPITAL.

UH, THIS IS HIS DAUGHTER.

THANK YOU.

- I, UH...

I'M...

I WISH I--

- OH, YOU...

BOTH JUST...

GO TO HELL.

- MR. SWEENEY!

I GOT THE NAMES OF MY DAD'S

FRIENDS FROM THE SHIP,

TRACKED THEM DOWN

ON THE INTERNET.

IT WASN'T THAT HARD, ACTUALLY.

I'M SURE

HE'D WANT YOU TO HAVE THEM.

THEY'RE ALL ON THE EAST COAST.

- HEY, I'LL TELL THEM

ABOUT YOUR DAD.

DO YOU THINK YOUR FATHER

WAS HAPPY?

- AT TIMES, HE WAS HAPPY.

- AT TIMES, YEAH.

WELL,

I BET YOU'RE A GOOD DAUGHTER.

- I GOT TO GET BACK INSIDE

TO MY MOM.

- DAVID?

DINNER IS READY.

SO HARRY, ARE YOU A--

WHAT IS IT THAT YOU ARE, DAVID?

- A YEOMAN.

- AH.

- HARRY'S AN ELECTRICIAN.

- ELECTRICIAN'S

A SENSIBLE CHOICE.

IT'S A DAMN GOOD TRADE.

YOU CAN NEVER GET ONE

WHEN YOU NEED ONE.

- DAVID TYPES.

- DAVID IS A WONDERFUL

JAZZ PIANIST.

HE WAS THE STAR OF THE NEW

YEAR'S PARTY ABOARD THE SHIP.

EVEN THE CAPTAIN MADE A REQUEST.

- I'LL NEVER UNDERSTAND IT.

IT WAS PERVERSE OF HIM NOT TO

CONTINUE HIS CLASSICAL TRAINING.

DID YOU KNOW THAT DAVID

WAS A FEATURED SOLOIS

WITH THE SANTA FE SYMPHONY

WHEN HE WAS 13 YEARS OLD?

smash!

beep!

- YEAH?

HELLO?

- RHEEMS.

PETER RHEEMS.

- YES.

IT'S HARRY SWEENEY

FROM THE NAVY.

- JESUS H. CHRIST.

SWEENEY!

HOW THE HELL ARE YOU?

IT'S BEEN A LONG F***ING TIME.

- DID I CALL TOO LATE?

- OH!

F*** NO.

HAPPY TO HEAR:

YOU'RE STILL ALIVE.

WHAT'S UP?

- I SAW KELLY.

- KELLY, KELLY.

AH, KELLY!

RIGHT.

TOMMY KELLY!

- HE DIED THE OTHER DAY.

- YEAH?

WELL, THAT'S LIFE, ISN'T IT?

HEY, LOOK.

I BUILT THIS NEW HOUSE

WITH A BEAUTIFUL

F***ING GUEST ROOM,

A VIEW, PRIVATE BATH.

ANYWAY,

I'D REALLY LIKE TO SEE YOU.

- HOW FAR ARE YOU

FROM PHILADELPHIA?

- HEY, BUDDY.

GOD, YOU LOOK GREAT.

YOU HAVEN'T CHANGED AT ALL.

- YEAH, WELL,

YOU LOOK LIKE SH*T.

- YEAH, F*** YOU TOO.

- [laughs]

- WHERE'S THE F***ING TIME GO,

HUH?

- I DON'T KNOW.

- JESUS.

HEY, HONEY,

HARRY SWEENEY'S HERE.

COME ON OUT.

MY GOD.

YOU KNOW, I DON'T THINK

I'VE TOLD HER ANYTHING

ABOUT OUR YEARS TOGETHER

OUT THERE IN THE NAVY.

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