Sleepers Page #6
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- 1996
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...and cared for men who abused them mentally and physically.
For me and my friends, these developments carried no weight.
They might as well have occurred in another country...in another century.
Our attention was elsewhere.
We sat with Father Bobby in a third floor hospital ward, visiting John...
...hoping he'd recover from a punctured lung.
A gift from one of his mother's over-zealous boyfriends.
I hope you like these. You better not tell me you don't.
Father Bobby didn't let that situation rest.
I gave on Sunday. I'm in a rush, okay?
John Reilly.
The little punk!
He got out of line, so I put him back in line. No big deal.
You put him in the hospital.
He's alive, ain't he? Look, if he's smart, he learned himself a lesson.
What are you? About ?
You're a big guy. How much you think John Reilly weighs?
? That's not even a featherweight.
If this were a fight, you'd be way out of your division.
Look, it was a slap, it was nothing.
Well, next time you'll be meeting me.
And I may not be in your division, but I do weigh more than pounds.
And you won't need a doctor when I'm done, you'll need a priest...
...to pray over your body.
See you in church.
Father Bobby would've made a good hit man.
It's a shame we lost him to the other side.
We were down - in the last inning of a sewer-to-sewer stickball game...
...against Hector Maldonado... and three of his friends.
Come on, Davy...take this chump out. He got nothing!
Shut up!
Who's that?
His sister.
What happened to her?
I'm not sure, some kind of cancer got in her legs or something.
Worry about the game, come on.
Come on, Davy, strike the scumbag out.
He can't touch you Davy, he can't touch you.
Hey, while you don't got any legs, you got a lot of tongue!
This is it...home run!
Easy, Mike.
What the f*** you looking at, little dick?!
She's nothing but charm.
Come on, Davy!
You can take him, you can take him, Mikey.
Yeah, I told you he wasn't sh*t, baby!
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