The Prince Page #4

I don't know why you won't

let me just, like, text the guy.

I go and I party there all the time.

Like, we could stay

in a really nice place...

clean beds and hot showers and...

I'm sorry.

Who are you?

Beth's dad.

Did this hurt?

Yes.

Does it still hurt?

A bit.

How did she die?

Leukemia.

Beth never really talked about it.

She mentioned you.

She missed you.

Well, I bet you helped her

with that homesickness, huh?

Mm-hmm.

Introduced her to

all the right people?

Like the ones who'll

give you a line of blow

for a favor in the most

convenient bathroom stall?

I bring my own to the party.

Oh.

Is that him?

Yeah.

He's at some bar called Excite.

He's sitting at a table

on the second floor.

You can't miss him...

he's sandwiched between two girls.

What's this?

It's not enough?

You want me to leave?

We had an arrangement.

But... What about Beth?

I didn't come all

this way to not know.

I need you to leave.

Ohh, f***!

Black jack, Mr. Riley?

Yeah, that's good, Carl. Thanks.

Anything else I can get you?

No, that's good. Leave the bottle.

Son of a b*tch.

Carl...

Bring another glass.

You got it, boss.

Do you mind if I take a seat?

Excuse me?

Mind if I sit down?

Who the f*** are you?

I'm looking for my daughter.

Her name is Beth.

Beth Brennan.

Sorry, man. Never heard of her.

But, uh, there is a club

across the street,

and she's probably spinning

around on a pole right now.

So f*** off.

Ladies, please excuse

us for a moment.

They're not going anywhere.

Only one that's leaving is you.

Seriously. Who does this

f***in' guy think he is?

I have no interest whatsoever

in what your business is.

I don't even care how

you know my daughter.

In fact, the less we

know about each other,

the better off you're gonna be.

But I wanna know, and I need

to know, where she is now.

And neither of us are leaving

this table until you tell me.

Is that a fact?

Hey, why don't you girls, uh...

take off, huh?

- What the f***, man?

- Shut up, Eddie.

Come on, let's go!

I hope you can find it in your heart

to forgive my young friend here.

You know how kids are these days.

Just spouting off, shooting off their

mouth when they don't know sh*t.

He's not a bad kid.

He's a good kid, basically,

and I'd like to see him

live a little longer.

You don't recognize me, do you?

No, I can't say I do.

I was at Stuart's the night

you took down seven people.

I'd never seen anything like it.

There was guns firing

all over the place.

Every time we'd shoot, we'd miss,

like you made out of...

air or something.

Like a ghost.

And then the bodies started

hitting the ground.

Seven of them, falling all around me.

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