The Samaritan Page #3

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worth your while.

I will kick back double

what you asked'

this sh*t could never be

worth my while.

Hey, at least new

you have time for coffee.

Ethan, did you have

anything to do

with what happened back there?

Of course not.

'Cause I need this job

for my parole.

I have to make money.

You have needs? Tell me.

What do you need?

I thought I made myself clear.

Oh, yeah, that's right.

You're going straight.

The same thing

every con says at first.

But you're not every con.

You've got skills,

skills I can use.

What are you talking about'?

I'm putting together a grift

and not just any grift.

I've got the perfect mark

for the samaritan.

That's what I'm talking about.

That's why I need you on board.

That's your grift,

you and my dad.

I'm not your dad, Ethan,

and I don'! Want to be.

You know, my mom was alone

for a long time.

But when I'm 17,

she brings home this new guy,

and he takes us out to dinner,

orders me a steak,

so I know that he sees me

as a man, not a boy,

and they tell me

they're getting married.

What am I supposed to say

to that'?

Well, sure, I'd love a dad

who owns a shitty body shop

and smells of urinal cakes.

So I eat my steak,

and I go to work.

Late night calls

to the same number

on his cell bill.

Motel room charges

on his credit card.

Of course, I don'! Say a word.

Let mom figure it out.

And when she does,

I'm on his side.

"Give him another shot,"

which she does.

Until I pay a pro to show up

saying he owes her 200 bucks

for the abortion

he made her have.

The poor bastard.

He had no idea what hit him.

But I knew.

I was my father's son.

Sc, yeah, you're right.

You're not my father.

But I don't need a father.

I need a partner.

Your mom ever find anybody else?

What'? No.

Sorry to hear that.

You have no idea

what I can do for you.

Ethan, stay away from me.

Any fallout

from the other night?

No static on this end,

no cops, no Jake,

but she's been by

every night this week.

I was just leaving.

You're not going anywhere.

I owe you an apology.

Called you a freak.

Sorry.

Apology accepted.

Well, anyway,

thanks for the other night.

I've been raped before.

It's no f***ing picnic.

Jesus.

What'?

You really put it out there,

don'! You?

I don't know whether

to be charmed or terrified.

Come on.

Be charmed'

So that's it'?

I buy you a bottle

of your liquor of choice,

and you're not even gonna try

and get into my pants?

All right, Ask me

how my day was.

How was your day?

Shitty.

How was yours?

Shitty, There you go.

Conversation.

Sorry.

I'm a little out of practice.

Well, I like a little chatter

or at least a good sob story.

"My wife doesn't understand me."

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