The Brave One Page #2

- He's not in there, is he?

- Come on!

Curtis?

Hey!

- There he is.

- Curtis.

- Come on, boy.

- Curtis, come on.

Hey, Curtis?

- Hey.

- Curtis.

Hey.

- What's up, boy?

- What's wrong, sweetheart?

Hey.

Man, don't you know

there's a f***ing leash law?

Yeah, don't you f***ing know better?

Yeah. I'm sorry. Thanks for finding him.

It's... It's all good, bro. It's all good.

But...

...I get a reward or something?

Our gratitude. Now give him to me.

Come on, man. You know gratitude

ain't worth sh*t around here.

- You're hurting him!

- Give me the dog.

No, I don't think so.

See, I kind of like this dog.

I think he's a keeper. A keeper.

Smile, baby.

- You are a c*nt.

- F*** you, b*tch!

Come on, motherf***er.

That's what I thought, you stupid p*ssy.

- Look...

- Go.

I haven't got much money.

You can have what I've got.

Give me your watch, give me your

ring. Let's go, I ain't got all day.

Hurry the f*** up, princess.

- Let's go. Hurry up!

- Give him the sh*t.

- Get the f*** over here.

- F***!

- David!

- I f***ing missed it!

Where you going?

- Action!

- Think you're f***ing with me?!

You just made my day!

Popped your motherfucking cherry!

Let's even sh*t out.

Ready for your close-up, c*nt?!

Heads up!

Hollywood!

Think you're f***ing with me?!

You ain't got nothing to say now, fool!

- David.

- Oh, how cute. Lovebirds.

- A chickenhead and a f*ggot.

- Say "cheese," b*tch!

This is the emergency room.

- Did you get any sleep?

- No. Where's Murrow?

We're looking for him.

She was dead on arrival

and her fingerprints are all over the gun.

- Where?

- Bedroom.

Daughter called 911.

Thanks. I wanna see her.

- So he's laughing again.

- Yeah.

Listen, the kid's in a waiting room

with ACS. I'll meet you over there.

We need your signature right here.

Where is she?

- Can I talk to her?

- You can try.

Hey, sweetie.

Can I have a word with you?

We're just gonna be right here.

All right.

You like lollipops?

Pick one.

That was the one I was gonna pick.

You know, sweetie...

...something you should know. Your

mommy, she was really worried about you.

And if she could, she would tell you

that you can trust me.

Did your stepfather hurt your mommy?

Sean? Sean!

Okay. Okay, step back!

- I want my daughter!

- Get back!

All right! All right.

You don't have the right.

- I do...

- At a time like this, I need to see her.

No, you don't. I do have the right.

- She is my daughter.

- No, she is your stepdaughter.

And you know

how this whole thing works.

You done been through this a thousand

times. You hire your lawyers...

...and you do your thing.

But right now, we're gonna do ours.

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