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when he's begging for food.

Well, keep feeding him then. All right?

Excuse me, ma'am,

are you here to see William Finn?

- Yes.

- He's not gonna be able to see you today.

Why not?

He just can't.

What, no scratch and sniff today, Billy?

What are you talking about?

That little piece of trim that keeps

coming up in here and visiting you.

She looks uppity if you ask me.

You know what she looks like?

What, you think you're the only moon-faced

kid around here that gets any visitors?

Billy.

Hey. You stop talking about her.

What do you think she wants

with you anyway?

Shut up.

Does she even know why you're here?

Shut the f*** up.

It takes 57 minutes each way.

- I know.

- That is 114 minutes of my time, gone.

There's a reason I couldn't

come out that day.

All right? I got in trouble.

What kind of trouble?

- Some guys here like picking on me.

- So you got into a fight?

No. No, not exactly.

- They cornered me.

- Why you?

- 'Cause they know I'm won't fight back.

- How do they know that?

Because everyone in here

knows how badly I want to get out.

So they cornered you and you had

to spend time in solitary?

No, the infirmary.

So... those guys who attacked you...

What'd they do to you?

Do you want to see?

The old man's looking pretty sharp.

Yeah, well... don't get too excited,

I re-gifted.

Oh, come on.

Well, you're gonna spend

the night, right?

- Dad...

- No, no. I'm kidding, I'm kidding.

You know, heaven forbid

you spend one more minute

with your father than you have to.

Benny, you love me, don't you?

How you doing, Benny?

Yeah.

- Did you get him to eat?

- He ate.

All gone.

Yeah, I don't know. He sleeps so much.

Maybe I should take him to the vet.

He's not a puppy anymore, Dad.

He's getting old.

I'm getting old, I'm retired, you know.

Benny's still here, he's young.

You got some moves, right boy?

What you looking at there, man?

Something that doesn't belong to you.

You really do miss p*ssy.

I don't see why though.

Seems to me there's plenty of p*ssy

right here in this cell.

You know something, Randy?

Your shits smell better than you do.

You ever...

ever touch my things again...

And only the idea of you

will be left behind.

- Did you get the card?

- Yeah. Yeah, I loved it.

I loved it. Thank you so much.

It was my mom's favorite holiday.

She used to make me sign these valentines,

those little paper ones.

- Your mom sounds like a good lady.

- She would've liked to hear you say that.

Actually she died when I was nine.

The...

asthma attack, it was... she didn't

get to her medication on time. I...

- was the one who found her.

- I'm sorry, that's terrible.

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