A Guide to Recognizing Your Saints Page #7

From co--

Comes 3,000 miles

in 15 years.

You go back to California

like the rat you are.

You leave me,

your mother.

You don't see

your friend Antonio.

Monty.

Not once!

Once!

You can go.

You take care.

Used to be Antonio's house.

House of horrors.

The poor kid.

Look how nice

it is now.

It's nice, huh?

I wasn't upset

when he went to prison.

Not a bit.

That's where me

and you father are different.

You know, if you hooked

your father up

to a lie detector test

and asked if he was

the best father

whoever lived ever,

he'd pass with flying colors.

That's because he loved you

with everything he had.

Every last bit.

He loved you.

He loved coming up here

with you.

You know, people used to think

he was your grandfather.

He thought that was funny.

You know, one generation

can be funny, I guess.

But two?

We were too old

to have such a young boy.

We needed you probably more

than you needed us.

Or, you know.

Your father was so crazy

about you.

I never saw nothing like it.

You were more his buddy

than a son.

He couldn't wait for you

to come out and play.

I'm sorry, Ma.

You can't come back

with hatred for your father.

You can't.

How could you love him so much

in that book and not see him

for so long?

I know you have your reasons.

We all missed you here.

You're my son, too.

Look at you.

You're a man now.

It's good to see you again.

To say your name

to you.

I thought of this every day,

and now it's here.

Every day.

You asked your dad, right?

How can we afford California?

Frank.

Remember the commercial

you told me about?

You told me about that.

I saw it.

The $39-buses.

We get the money from Frank

and we can go.

Hey, Ronnie,

give her her shirt back.

I just wanna get

the f*** out of here.

I'm not gonna go without you.

And we're going, right?

Yeah.

I want my f***in' shirt back.

Can you give her back

her frigging shirt?

I'm serious, Ronnie.

I'm serious.

Ronnie!

Ronnie!

Give her the f***in'

shirt back.

Why you do this every time?

F***in' little pervert.

Here.

I gave you your shirt.

Tell your friend

to talk to me.

Your friend has a mind

of her own.

Tell your mind

to talk to me.

My mind is not

gonna talk to you.

I don't wanna talk to you.

You don't think

I'm not gonna get

in there now?

You're not gonna get in.

You didn't think

I was gonna get in?

Huh?

I'm sorry, Laurie.

At my f***in' house

I didn't mean to--

I didn't mean to.

You were so mean to me.

You were really mean to me.

I was pissed off.

I was pissed off.

I lost it, you know.

I f***in'--

What is that?

Is that a bruise?

I did that to you?

Yeah.

Don't worry.

I bruise easily.

It's fine.

When I grabbed you?

Yo, Dito.

The Reaper's over there.

Let's go.

Get up out of the pool.

Antonio found the dude

that hit you with the bat.

He's waiting for you.

Come on!

You going over there

is so f***in' stupid.

Let's go!

Dito, come on, man.

You don't need

that f***in' a**hole.

He is the f***in' worst!

Where are you going?

You're so full of sh*t, man.

You wanna get out of here,

but you're running

after Antonio.

The guy's a f***in' dick, Dito.

It's because of him

you're f***ed up.

F***in' go then!

Go!

I'll be right back.

You're not coming back!

What's up, Dito?

The f***in' spic

is right there, man.

Nerf told you, right?

Yeah.

That's our motherf***er

right there.

He's in there playing Asteroids.

Yo, get down.

Get down.

Yeah, let him go.

Let him go.

He'll be there

all alone.

I'm gonna show this f***er

what's up.

Frank?

Frank?

Oh, sh*t.

What's up?

Is it Saturday?

It ain't Saturday, Frank.

Sit down.

Sit down.

Frank, we need our money.

Remember I was telling you--

You guys know

this sh*t's no good.

Huh?

You like this song?

You can hear it, right?

Listen, listen, listen.

Oh, f***!

Did you hear that?

Did you hear that?

It's like--

Oh, I love it.

Right?

And these things

like f***in' ultrasonic.

They're like

walkie talkie sh*t.

But in your head.

Like, it sounds there

but it's in here, too.

You know what I mean?

It sounds there

but it's in here, too.

You know what I mean?

Walkie talkie sh*t,

I'm telling ya.

Out there, in here.

Out there, in here.

It's amazing.

Frank, you ain't paid us

for three weeks.

Damn.

This sh*t is impossible!

You hear that?

Come on, Frank.

We know the f***in' money's

in the fridge.

F***ing great song.

I love this song.

I love this song.

Frank, enough sh*t already.

The f***in' money's

in the fridge.

Either you get it for us

or we're gonna take it.

What are you gonna do?

Wait.

Mikey, you came here

to rob me?

Frank, we're friends, man.

I didn't come

to rob you.

Frank, we didn't come here

to rob you.

We just want

to get paid, you know.

You haven't paid us

for three f***in' weeks.

Three weeks?

I haven't paid you

in three weeks?

Okay.

I mean, it's cool.

It's cool.

I owe you money.

I mean, you know,

I got a gun in here too,

you know.

And if you rob me,

you know,

I would've had

to have used it.

But I wouldn't.

I would never.

I'm sorry.

How much do I owe you?

Three hundred for both.

Three hundred.

You know what?

Take it all, Mike.

Take it all.

It's only $300, Frank.

All we want is what we're owed.

We're not asking--

Like Job.

Remember from the Bible?

Like him.

You're so good, Mikey.

You're so good.

But here is no good anymore.

Here is no good.

You're always talking

about the music,

or California.

Here's no good anymore, okay?

Here's no good anymore.

Take it!

Just take the money, please.

Take the money.

It's time to go.

Listen to Dito!

He knows when it's time to go!

It's time to go.

Mikey... it's time to go.

Take it.

Take it.

Take it all.

Take it all.

It's time to go.

Yeah, yeah.

That's me.

Yeah.

No conscience.

No conscience.

These motherfuckers.

Do what they want.

Do exactly what they want.

No conscience.

No conscience.

These motherfuckers.

You show them what's up.

What's right.

You go, boy.

You go.

Pow!

I was afraid maybe

you drowned in here

or something.

Listen, Dito.

Uhm, you know,

this thing with Antonio,

you know,

you know, don't worry.

You're kids.

I spoke to the guy,

the guy with the suit.

He said everything

is gonna be okay.

It's gonna be good.

He's gonna take care of it.

I'm not worried

about it.

Okay?

I'm sorry I ran away

when you had the seizure, dad.

Don't worry.

Monday, instead

of going to school,

you take your ID card.

You go to Riker's Island,

you see Antonio.

Take your friend Mike.

He's a good kid.

Daddy, I wanted

to tell you that--

I know.

I just want you

to understand everything.

I like Antonio.

Yeah.

Why don't you ever listen

to anything I ever say?

I'm listening to you.

Listen to me.

It's gonna be okay.

Alright?

Don't f***in' touch me.

Listen to me.

Get the f*** off me!

Don't touch me.

Don't f***in' touch me.

Don't you talk

to me like that!

Don't you raise

your voice to me!

Your my son.

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