Relative Evil Page #3

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with $1,800 plus man-hours

to fix

the f***ing guardrail.

I'll fix

the f***ing guardrail.

My Monte Carlo would make

a good f***ing guardrail.

But that's

just what I'm saying.

You think you got

a lot of troubles now?

Wait till

he kills somebody.

He may as well have

killed Ernie.

Once a proud,

determined--

Pensioned,

insured--

government servant.

I had security, Bull.

We all did.

After two divorces, I finally

believed I found my brick house.

I found

my third little pig,

and his name was Ernie.

Aw, Dot.

But JJ huffed

and he puffed,

and look what's left:

The Carpet Warehouse.

We're too old

to be wondering

where our next meal

is coming from, Bull.

My poor little Ernie,

crawling home after

an eight-hour minimum-wage day,

covered with lint.

How many carpet-munching jokes

can one woman endure?

You said

you'd talk to him, Ernie.

Well, we--we did talk.

Yeah, we've been talking

about how supportive you

and Ernie are planning to be.

Now, what are you

talking about?

I'm talking about this.

You believe in me,

right, Doc?

Oh, it doesn't matter

what I believe, JJ.

Your faith

is what's important.

And just remember,

I'm just

a phone call away.

And then?

Oh, I've been in and out

of the lives of families

for 20 years, JJ,

and you've got some good people

playing on your side.

It's an insurance policy--

of JJ.

$75,000.

A life insurance policy

on my boy?

(Dot)

No, I just had one

drawn up.

I think it's important

for us to recognize

that these programs

are not always successful.

I always knew you liked

to pick at corpses, Dot.

Stealing watches

off dead soldiers, huh?

This isn't easy

to talk about, Bull.

I know.

Make yourself a drink.

Come on.

Fix one for Phyllis too.

I'm sure she'd like

to toast her sister-in-law.

This has nothing to do

with Phyllis.

Except that it's her boy

you wanna knock off.

Yeah, well, it's your ass

I'm covering.

It's your family's ass,

in case next time,

the boy ain't so lucky.

Everyone choose

hiding places, okay?

Oh!

[fire alarm beeping]

(Dot)

JJ turns 18

in a month.

That means for the next

33 days,

you have absolute

power of attorney

over all matters

pertaining to JJ.

Once he turns 18,

his compliance is required,

but for now...

He doesn't

have to know.

I know;

I know.

That's right.

It's about

responsibility.

Think about Benji.

He's paid enough.

This whole

goddamn family's paid enough.

Yeah.

It's not like

we're out to get the boy.

It's--it's simply--

An investment.

Investment.

Maybe we could drive

around the block a couple times?

Oh, JJ,

it's time to go home.

It's time

for the healing to begin.

[pensive music]

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