The Forger Page #3

You know,

I really don't want to burden you with this stuff.

Dad, I don't care.

You can tell me.

I don't see why you're so scared

to tell me things.

Fifty grand.

Okay.

- Holy sh*t, fifty thousand dollars?

- Yeah.

How did you owe him 50 thousands dollars?

For what?

Because we had to pay

the judge to bride him.

In order to get out early, so...

So I can spend some time with you.

I want to meet my mother.

What?

I want to meet my mother.

Your mother?

Yeah, dad.

Yeah I want to meet her.

- Oh jee, Will...

- Am I talking to the genie or what?

But I don't know where she is.

I thought you said she moved away,

to that fancy condo.

Yeah, exactly .

You know.. the condo, right.

Okay then.

That's my first wish.

Agent Paisley.

I got your guy.

Raymond Cutter

Five years forgery.

Fresh out of Northport.

Ten months early for good behavior.

Forgery?

You don't hear that everyday.

You do not.

Busted back in '87 for art fraud.

And then nothing, until someone

dropped a dime on him.

Who?

Tommy Keegan.

That's right.

Your bad guy.

They say Cutter took the fall.

The Buick...

Is registered to his dad,

Joseph Cutter.

Old school conman, pickpocket, petty thief.

He stretches up and down the east coast .

Buy me a drink and

I'll read you his rap sheet.

And Keegan is a felon.

So Cutter violated his parole when

he went visited him.

You want to bring him in?

No.

I want to watch him.

Who is the buyer?

Buyer?

There is no buyer.

He's just a guy...

And he wants it.

I got to pay for a

f***ing what is it?

Appraiser.

Do you believe in that sh*t?

Making me pay.

I don't know...

You know any?

For stolen art?

Yeah.

Legit?

I don't know.

Maybe...

Maybe Owensby,

from Minnesota.

Something like that.

Minnesota...

So, how much?

Nothing, Ray.

I'm getting you out of a jam,

and you getting me out of one.

Do you want to go back to prison?

Or you want just to do this thing?

What do you want?

I'll need a painting of the same year.

Same size.

And uh.

When I find it.

Whatever it cost.

You got to be ready

to pay for it.

Yeah, yeah.

This is Ronald Chambers.

Chambers .

Yeah, I'm looking for something specific

I'm looking for something French.

Circle 1875.

40 inches by 32 inches.

Let's go, boy.

No, that doesn't matter,

doesn't matter.

It's period and size.

Hey, gramp.

What was grandma like?

Your grandmother was a Saint.

She never lies,

she never gossip.

And she give you the last ..

dime in her pocket.

I don't know...

She didn't deserved to suffer her life with me,

I tell you.

Jesus Christ!

- How old was dad when she died?

- Four.

So, it's just you two then.

You guys get along?

What kind of a question is that?

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