You Kill Me Page #3

Tom, Robin and Susan

have all volunteered.

And the thing is, at a certain point,

you just decide that

the bar is not an option.

I just decide that?

Odds are you're

gonna drink again.

You have to want to quit.

- It doesn't seem like you do.

- Part of me does.

Which part?

Some part I don't like.

- Oh, like the dark meat on the chicken?

- Yeah.

Frank...

give it up

because you want to,

not because everybody

in the room's staring at you.

The first year,

it's all about trying.

If you think it's

about solving your problem,

you'll fail... a lot.

I'm already

pretty good at that.

You wouldn't be giving up

anything that you need.

Does that mean

you're my sponsor?

Does that mean

you're asking?

Is this the part

where we kiss?

Let's not make this any

harder than it's got to be.

Thanks for coming.

- Have a nice time in New York?

- I'm happy.

You see any shows?

Roman...

nothing drastic

needs to happen.

I'm completely agreeable.

You can plow and I can

offer you 15c

on every dollar that we take off

the union skim at Bethlehem Steel...

You cleared this

with your Chinese daddy?

Let's get something

straight, okay?

They're just the money.

I still do all of my own...

I started this business after the war...

me and Stan Falenczyk.

- We had nothing but a plow...

- Would you please spare me

that GI Diary bullshit?

You and that other

thug started a gang

just like everybody

else around here.

You got rich, you had a good run,

and now it's time to retire.

Hey!

This isn't just about business,

you Irish a**hole.

This is what I do.

If you take it, there isn't

dick left for me in Buffalo.

Well, then get

out of Buffalo.

Hey, are you Frank?

That's me.

- Doris said you could help me.

- I'm not following.

I'm Laurel Pearson.

I'm looking

for my stepfather.

- And there he is.

- Oh, I'm sorry.

Don't worry about it.

He's already dead.

What'd he do,

tie it himself?

It's not that

easy in reverse.

Mm-hmm. We need

to change his shoes.

- We do?

- Yep.

Mom wanted him buried

in his favorite shoes.

He was a big bowler.

You don't seem

too broken up.

- Even people you don't like die.

- Yeah.

I was thinking he

kind of looked like a prick.

- If you don't mind me saying.

- No.

No, not at all.

Also...

he seems to have

enormous feet.

Yeah, well, those

aren't his shoes.

I couldn't find his.

I stole those

from the Chestnut Lanes.

Don't tell my mom.

Might have to

break his toes.

Whatever gets the job done.

You look beautiful.

He looks real nice.

Good job.

Thanks.

Next time you might want

to ease up on the rouge.

He's looking

a little Raggedy Andy.

I wanted to thank you.

Abe looks like a real sport.

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