Stolen Page #4

Well, Hallelujah, man, you're alive.

Sh*t! You know what?

Everybody's tellin' me you're dead.

Well, that depends on how you're

interpretation of the word "dead".

I'm clearly not "living".

Where are you, can we meet?

How are you?

The years you've been gone

have not been kind to me, Gum.

Constantly running from loan sharks, the Feds.

Broker than a dead-dick dog

that couldn't get another swipe.

- I AM sorry to hear about that.

- You listen to me, Gum.

- I have waited eight years for this.

- Go ahead.

I had to change my name,

erase everything.

And then, that little matter

of the bullet in my leg.

A constant, friendly reminder

of the partner who

ruined my life that night.

Come on, man! Really, we gonna go back there?

- You did that to yourself.

- Semantics.

I want my share! I want MY share

of the 10 million dollars

that was going to

change our lives forever.

Vinny, there is no cash.

I had a feeling you'd say that, Gum.

I burned it just before

Harlend got to me.

No. Stop it!

It's true.

- What's taking so long?

- Hold on.

Wait a minute.

Who... who..

- that voice, who is that?

- That's right, you don't know.

I'm a cab driver now.

My fare is this sweet little girl

trying to get to her shrink's office

so she can discuss her "daddy issues"

and how they have manifested into

an unhealthy disdain for the world at large.

- Hey, what are you doing?

- Hold on, please, Gum.

All right, Miss, terrible Fat Tuesday traffic.

Be there in a jiffy.

See how it lays?

Now, Gum, it all depends on whether or not you're

gonna stick to your story about the burnt cash.

You touch her and I'll take you down

the Levy and kick your f***in' ass.

I don't know if you heard what I just said,

but this all depends on you.

VINCENT!

He's on the move.

Where are we going?

- What are we doing, why are we in here?

- I hope you understand this is not my preference.

Help me! No! Help!

I'm considering your father

an elemental end to your suffering.

But you see, Alison,

I've got a sickness.

I'm not well.

Your father abandoned me in my time of need

so I know what it is to

to be in the position you're in.

Really, I do. I know what it is to be

left high and dry by Will Montgomery.

And you and me...we are kindred spirits.

And I am going to make him pay for the both of us.

Relax!

Where's Alison?

Did you change your mind or are you

still sticking with that bullshit story?

Can I talk to her?

Alison.

She's waiting for you to decide

whether she's going to remain fine.

Vincent, don't do this.

I'm hangin' up now.

No, no! Wait! Okay! Wait! I can get it.

I can get the money. I just need time.

It's not here.

It's in Tuscaloosa, my lawyer has it.

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