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Stalking you?

Yeah.

You came here. You found me.

Why the f*** would

I be looking for you?

I don't know. Why?

No.

I'll get something

to eat somewhere else.

I'm out of here.

Henry.

Did you say my f***ing name?

How do you know my name?

I'm going to ask you

one more time.

Who the f*** are you?

What is that?

Where'd you get that tattoo?

You know where I got it.

Henry, you were next to me.

I did it with a sewing pin.

We got the ink

from Tommy Douglass.

I don't know who

the f*** you are,

or what game

you're playing, pal,

but my brother died when

he was 19. He drowned.

I know they told you that.

What do you mean?

- He killed himself.

- I tried.

But I f***ed it up. Please,

just listen to me, okay?

I went down to Coney Island,

I scored a ton of smack,

and I shot up,

I walked out into the water.

Next thing I knew,

I had washed up on the shore

down the beach,

I don't know how I got there,

but the next day

the shore patrol...

they probably found the suicide

note I left in my shoes.

The newspaper said

the tide took me out,

I became shark bait.

It happens all the time.

That's probably what

they told Mom and Dad.

Do you remember at my funeral?

Don't talk about

my brother's funeral.

It was a closed coffin, right?

Don't talk about

my brother's funeral.

It had to be a closed casket

because there was no body.

Here's the body. Right here.

I'm the f***ing body.

No, no!

'Cause there was a coffin!

For closure.

For you, for Mom and Dad.

Look, what parent wants to tell

their 14-year-old son

that his older brother's body

was torn apart by boat engines,

by sharks, that there was

nothing left of him to collect.

When's my mother's birthday?

When was my mother's birthday?

September 22nd, 1944.

Where'd my cousin Paul

go to college?

West Point.

Where'd my Aunt Pat live?

Avenue A.

There was a vacuum repair shop

on the ground floor.

She lived on the fifth.

Remember? She had birds?

How do you know this sh*t?

Why are you f***ing with me?

I'm not f***ing with you, Boog.

I know, 'cause it's me.

Henry.

Henry, I'm sorry.

I never meant to hurt you.

I was just a f***ed up kid

with a drug problem

I couldn't control.

The only thing I thought

I could control was ending it.

When I tried

and I f***ed it up,

I said, you know what,

they think I'm dead.

I need to stay dead.

Just stay away.

I knew you'd be f***ed up

for a while, but in time,

you'd all move on, and...

Henry?

For closure.

What makes you

think I'm a writer?

God, help... God, help me.

It's not...

Get in the car.

Get in the f***ing car.

I don't want any trouble,

all right?

Too late for that.

Get in the car.

I am tired and I'm

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