I Am Wrath Page #4

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After the beep, please leave a

message for Stanley or Vivian.

You made a big change for me.

A long time ago.

I heard about Vivian.

I'm sorry.

Yeah.

We buried her last week.

You know we never did funerals.

That's not why I'm calling.

All right.

So what do you need?

Just a few names.

Hello?

There's no smoking in the shop.

They're your cigarettes,

a**hole.

There's definitely no stealing

in the shop either.

Been a while since you came in.

Yeah, well there's

a lot of things I haven't done

for a while.

Had a grandson.

Good for you.

Buy him a puppy.

That Sao Paulo op.

When was that?

Twenty years ago?

Really haven't thought about it.

Couldn't tell you.

You mad at me?

You're mad at me.

Do I look like a guy who's hung

out to dry and is mad?

No, I don't think so.

Stanley. Trust.

I do.

No. You really don't.

You still have issues.

If you had just trusted me

this much...

We'd still be out in the field.

You know that's not why I left.

I know. I know.

Vivian. A woman like that

was worth walking away for.

You hit the lottery

when you found her.

After San Paulo, what happened,

I just couldn't put her

through it anymore.

Yeah, yeah.

No, I told you it was true then

and it was.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Dennis, don't...Don't question

my trust, please.

Okay.

You want to talk about trust?

Then you trust me

when I tell you to give it up.

What?

This mission of yours.

They killed her for nothing.

Nothing, man!

Look at me. I get it.

You're hurting.

I get it.

You want vengeance.

I was justice.

You want vengeance, Stanley.

I know you.

No. I'm doing this. I have to.

That's it.

Okay. You asked for names.

I got you names.

They're low-level dealers.

Cops haul them in ten times a

year. Nothing ever happens.

What about this guy?

I'm still working on him.

Look. This is my way of helping

you through your grieving.

I owe you that. But we don't

do this anymore, Stanley.

I mean you want to dive back

into this...

I was pushed back into this.

What kept us alive back in the

day? It was just a job.

No emotion.

Nothing to put a pause in our

step or cloud our judgment.

This...

Stanley, this ain't good.

Do you really want to

go down that road?

They already know my name.

Now I know theirs.

That's all I need.

Thank you, my man.

Oh boy.

Whiskey straight.

What up, Nathan?

Lemi says sell this a dime a bag

and nothing less.

Yeah. Got that fine sh*t.

It's what it is, man.

I dunno what sh*t

you got yourself into.

But there's a gringo

looking for you.

Well let him come looking.

He's gonna need

some cold damn steel.

Papi, you don't even have money

to put bullets in that gun.

Drinks on me, lady.

Where'd you get that?

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