Live by Night Page #3

After that,

he's going to Detroit for a week.

Will you clean yourself up

and get to the Statler by 7?

I think I can clean myself up

and get to the Statler by 7.

Shut up.

The Lawrence Bank job, we got

enough to get us to California on.

It's true,

that's what I was thinkin' about.

Let's go!

What are you doing?

Start! Start!

Look out! Look out!

Get outa the way!

Move! Get out of the f***in' way!

F***

Come on! Come on! Go! Go! Go! Go!

In the car. Go!

I walked half a mile,

stole a car in North Reading...

and replaced it with a Dodge

I found in Summerville.

I came back to my childhood

home and considered my options.

The story was in all

the Late Editions.

The third dead cop was

a trooper who pulled

someone over near the state forest.

It had to be Dion.

Keep going!

There's a Service

Elevator up here.

I can't believe you came!

- Where was I going to go?

- I don't know.

- Waarheen?

- It's not what people do.

It's not what I do.

Come on.

Why you crying?

- Because I love you.

- Then smile.

I can't.

Come on.

I'm sure as you die, you'll tell

yourself you did it for love.

No.

you feel guilty

about what you do...

So you spend your

life hoping someone

will punish you for your sins.

Well...

- Here I am.

- Joe, I'm so sorry!

She's sorry,

we're all f***in' sorry..

- Take her out of here..

- You said you wouldn't kill him.

- Albert, that was the deal!

- Don't worry

I would never have

brought him here...

I'm going to be

humiliated by a whore?

Someone close to me

says some arsehole

is puttin' a hole

into my f***in' head.

You're lucky I didn't

cut your tits off

and throw you in

the f***in' dump.

- Take her to the car, Donny.

- No.

Joe, I'm Sorry! Sorry!

Ah, it's ok.

You should be more worried about

what I'm going to do to you.

- Don't kill her.

- What the f*** do you care?

She just sold you

down the the river..

Please.

I wasn't honest.

I said if she delivered you to us,

I wouldn't kill you.

But we both know I have to kill you,

don't we, Joe.

And then...

I'm going to kill her too.

Leave him, let's get out of here.

So you're a cop killer now, Joseph?

I didn't kill anybody.

Looks like your friends were about

to take you on the dead man's drive.

Dad, they're going to kill her.

Well, we won't kill you, Joseph...

...but some of my coworkers

would like a word.

Listen, Please.

Dad.

They're gonna kill her.

She's in the car

with Donnie Gishler!

I don't know what his skull's

made of but it isn't bone.

In a coma two weeks.

No cranial bleeding.

No loss of memory

or speech disability.

His nose and half

his ribs are broken.

It'll be a long time

before he doesn't

see any blood in the bowl.

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