The Wrath of Cain Page #3

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you have a chance to save your son.

Do you?

What's in it for me?

What do you mean?

- If I containers with little prick, what good is this?

The ability to help

is already a reward in itself.

Okay, what do you want?

I want you to give Willie his saxophone back

and to let him play.

You want me to give Willie his saxophone back

and to let him play?

I can not do.

That's a security risk. We do not have

enough staff to allow such a thing.

Let him play in the hole section.

There is no safety

because we are locked 23 hours a day.

That is outrageous.

Well, like it or not.

Remember ... Director

It's for the children.

Okay. But if there is a blunder ...

it's over.

Fine.

JD Parker, drug dealer,

armed murderer ..

... and like all of us fed

by power and greed.

But the difference with him is that no

longer safe on the street as he is.

What is it?

Let's go drink something first with the homies,

and we go to one of your student bars.

Okay, JD, serious, man.

Come with me to Berkeley.

I have that very flat.

Remember that you have paid my tuition fees?

As I said, do not say it to the boys.

I do not want everyone to stop his hand.

You know, one of us must fit the neighborhood.

Come on, the homies are waiting for us.

What's up, guys?

Is that one of the homies?

Damn no! Come on!

- Happy birthday!

I build a party with my homies

Is that right? Now?

Okay, thanks.

We will see.

My tailor said they have a party at their club.

- Yes?

That bastard thinks he has done Mike,

can get away.

The f***ing with him and his homies.

Only JD.

I do not kill the whole gang,

I want nothing to do.

Come on, why do you do

really worried about the idiots?

You heard what I said.

Yeah, yeah.

I told you so, just JD.

- I told you, Mike!

Drop your weapon.

Drop your weapon.

- Drop your weapon!

Your hands and dare not move around.

I will direct to the point.

Your son Ricky has just been tried.

Accessory to murder.

Seven and half years.

Sorry, Cain.

I'm sorry that this happened just now, but ...

- No, I have my son talk.

We will guide you to the courtyard

there you can talk to him.

But you have to behave.

How are you, son?

Do not call me son.

What is it?

This does not all me. What?

- Look ...

We're on my turf,

we do it by my rules.

F*** your rules on me.

- You're a gangster, huh? What are you doing here?

Listen, do you get the clothes.

F*** rules.

Who wants to talk, homie.

- Like father like son.

Is that your explanation?

- I do not have time for that nonsense, man.

No.

All you have here is time.

What do you want from me, partner?

Life is choices.

I hope you choose to forgive me.

The easy way or

hard, I do not bag.

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