Red Bear Page #5

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Your daughter might be with me,

but she's your daughter.

What is it, a**hole,

you are a psychologist now?

If you are going to f*** up,

better beat it! Beat it!

Alicia!

Do you want to ride

the merry-go-round?

Alright.

Let's go.

Now yes.

That girl is alone...

...well, that's her dad... but

he has just come out of jail.

- Who did you come with?

- My daughter.

Who is your daughter?

She is my daughter.

Here... I don't want to see you

again. Do I make myself clear?

- Hi.

- Hello.

Give him the keys, Bear.

- You went to see your daughter?

- Yes.

- How is she?

- She's OK.

How did you find her

after all this time?

She's fine. Pretty.

Look after her. If you

need me I'm outside.

He had a beautiful granddaughter.

He would bring her to

ride in the car with him.

And then one day his son

got into bad companies.

He'd been in and out

of jail several times.

He made good money, his son.

He was called Ral, I think.

And I don't ask much.

Then his son bought his girl a

bicycle and took her to the park.

He was confronted by

the cops who hate him.

They say they didn't see the

girl, they only saw the guy.

But she got riddled

with bullets alright.

His daughter-in-law

never forgave him.

She won't let him see

the other child.

And he doesn't want

to see him either.

Sometimes, if you love somebody

the best is to keep away.

Yes?

The lady wants to see you.

Keep it short, we are outside

visiting hours.

Alright.

What is it?

- What is it?

- You ask me what is it?

The thing is you never change.

You can't go around hitting

people just out of jail.

- Don't shout.

- I'm not shouting!

I don't understand

what you are after.

Did I keep you from seeing her?

Did I ask you to see the judge?

- No.

- Then, keep out of my way.

Why do you get

involved with Sergio?

Who do you think worked

to feed your daughter...

to dress her,

to send her to school?!

You know nothing.

- What is it I don't know?

- Nothing at all.

That Sergio bets on horses?

- That's not your business.

- My daughter is my business.

Your daughter never

lacked anything.

And she never will lack

anything, I'll see to it.

If you want to help her,

do so, but stay out of my way.

Here, if this is what you

want for her presents, keep them.

And if you want to

see her, get a lawyer.

Now we are being evicted...

I can't pay the bills,

the grocer won't give us credit...

the girl's school...

- Come.

- Leave me.

Leave me alone.

Please.

- Is it open outside?

- Yes.

- Is it cold?

- Freezing.

- Have a glass.

- Thanks.

You faggots!

What are you staring at, f*ggot?

F*ggot, f*ggot,

f*ggot and f*ggot.

You are all faggots and you

are the king of all faggots.

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