The Forger Page #5

Your son,

Will.

He wants to see you.

What is he now?

12?

Try 15.

Does he remember me?

I mean what?

All the sudden he

wants to see me?

This isn't you ...

- Trying to hook me back into you and your dad...

- Your son is sick.

He's got cancer.

He's got a stage 4

tumor in his head.

Okay.

So I need you to clean yourself up.

Put your best face on.

And have lunch with us on Wednesday.

I can't do that.

- Yes, you can.

- No, I can't.

Wait a minute, I just told you that

your son is dying.

And you say,

you can't do this?

Who are you?

You are going to do this.

Or I'm going to make

your f***ing life

more miserable than

it already is.

I'll be back at noon.

You be ready.

Hold... hold still now.

Oh, did it hurt, Ray?

- Just get on with it, will you.

- Heh, heh.

Will you be needing a tissue?

Are you done?

Yeah, done.

So.

It was Keegan.

Rodney.

Oh..Christ,

Ray.

I'm sorry, dad.

You were right.

Alright.

What can I do?

Is Will okay?

He's sleeping.

It was a tough night for the Cutter boys.

What do you need?

Ivan.

He still in business?

Ivan?

Of course, he is.

That rusky is like a cockroach.

- Heh, heh...

- Heh..

And here he comes..

Swing..!

A hit.

Oh man.

Whose the victim?

Rodney Hunter.

Three time loser .

Spouse abuse, identity fraud

and possession of methamphetamine.

What's he got to say about this?

Nothing.

According to Mr. Hunter,

your Raymond Cutter was

looking for someone

they had in common.

Who?

His ex-wife.

Kim o'Halloran.

I'm running her down now.

But so far..

Your boy has violated his parole like

one, two... five counts now.

What do you want to do?

I want to know why.

Here.

Yeah, that's her.

So why is she got such a hot on

for you anyway.

No, it's Keegan she wants.

She just saw me come out of his office

and probably thought i was...

You know.

Hanging with another felon and sh*t.

If Rodney dropped the dime on me.

F***ed!

I don't got time for this.

Yeah.

Come on.

I want to show you something.

You know a lot of these old buildings

have hidden rooms left over

from the proper vision.

You can't even get to them

from the inside.

Wicked cool, huh?

It's good

It's a stupid plan.

What part?

No, I'm serious.

What makes you think

you can pull it off?

You've not painted anything for f***ing years.

You're right, I haven't.

But it doesn't mean I ever wanted to.

In fact, up till now,

it's the only thing I

ever thought about.

Are you good?

Let's go.

Can you tell Ivan that..

Joseph Cutter is here

to see him, please?

Ivan is not here.

Oh yeah, he is.

I watched him come back from the deli.

He's back there right now.

Feeding his fat face,

with a f***ing corn beef sandwich.

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