A History of Violence Page #4

Bobby's been riding me

all year, Dad. He's a jerk.

He's a jerk?

Yeah. He's a jerk.

That's no excuse.

You stand up to him.

You don't put him

in the hospital!

Oh, big deal.

It's the best thing

anyone could've done to him.

Besides, I only got suspended.

It is a big deal!

His parents say

they might sue us.

There could be assault charges.

We can't afford that, Jack.

We don't have

that kind of money.

Oh, what?

Mom's not gonna take the case?

- Oh, whatever, Dad...

- Listen, smart mouth!

In this family, we do not solve

our problems by hitting people!

No, in this family,

we shoot them!

Ah!

Jack.

Honey, have you seen Jack?

What?

What's wrong, baby?

Fogarty and his men

followed us to the mall.

He what?

Call Sam.

Should... Should we call Sam?

We should call...

I already took care of it,

honey.

I already took care of it.

Went down to the courthouse...

got a restraining order.

A lot of good that'll do.

Well, it's something.

At least

we could have him arrested...

if he ever

comes around here again.

You're right.

But I have to tell you

something.

What?

This man Fogarty

really believes...

that you're this Joey Cusack.

I mean, the things that

he told me this afternoon...

- What things?

- Things. Just bullshit.

But he's, uh,

he's sure that it's you.

And we have to convince him

that it's not.

Well, I don't think he's

interested in examining my DNA.

Get off our property.

We'll go, Joey.

We just want you

to come with us.

Come back to Philly,

see some people.

I told you, I have never been

to Philadelphia.

Heh. You almost believe

your own crap, don't you?

You know, you're trying so hard

to be this other guy.

It's painful to watch.

- Charlie.

- Hey.

Look what we found.

Come on.

Yeah? Ha ha ha.

- Mom!

- Jack!

- No! Edie! Edie!

- Mom!

- Edie! No! No!

- Jack!

Let go, you son of a b*tch!

Come here.

Wait.

Mom.

Don't make us hurt the kid,

Joey.

We just want you to come

for a little trip with us...

down Memory Lane.

Put the popgun down.

Come over and talk to us.

Baby, wait.

Edie... I will get him.

I'll get him. Please.

Go up to Sarah.

Go up to her. Do it.

Put the gun down.

Put it down, Joey.

Come closer.

A little further.

Come on.

Go back to the house, Jack.

Go on.

You see how cozy it can be

when you decide to play nice?

Now, come on, Joey.

Get in the car.

You won't need your toothbrush.

We'll take care of everything.

I think it'd be better

if you'd just leave now.

Joey.

Come on, Joey, let's go.

Ahh!

- Uhh!

- Uhh! Uhh!

Ohh! Ohh!

Uhh!

Tom!

F***.

Mommy, what's wrong?

It's OK.

You got anything to say

before I blow your brains out...

you miserable prick?

I should've killed you

back in Philly.

Yeah, Joey.

You should have.

Uhh! Uhh.

Edie.

Honey, are you OK?

Tell me the truth.

The truth?

Please.

You can do that, can't you?

You can do that, can't you?

Please?

What do you think you heard?

It's not what I heard.

It's what I saw.

I saw Joey.

I saw you turn into Joey

right before my eyes.

I saw a killer...

the one Fogarty warned me about.

You did kill men

back in Philly, didn't you?

Did you do it for money...

or did you do it

because you enjoyed it?

Joey did, both. I didn't...

Tom Stall didn't.

Oh, God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, God, it's really happening.

Oh.

What are you, like, some

multiple personality schizoid?

It's like flipping a switch

back and forth for you?

I never expected

to see Joey again.

Oh, yeah. Joey.

What, was he in hiding?

Was he dead?

I thought he was.

I thought I killed Joey Cusack.

I went out to the desert,

and I killed him.

Oh, my God.

I spent three years

becoming Tom Stall.

Edie, you have to know this.

I wasn't really born again

until I met you.

I was nothing.

I don't believe you.

I can't believe

this is happening.

I can't believe

this is happening.

I can't believe

this is f***ing happening!

You didn't grow up in Portland.

And you never talk about

your adopted parents...

because you don't have any!

And our name.

Jesus Christ, my name.

Jack's name. Sarah's name?

Stall? Tom Stall?

Did you just make that up?

Where did that name come from?

I mean...

it was available.

Yeah.

I guess I was available, too.

Hey, Jack.

What am I supposed

to call you now?

You're supposed to call me Dad.

That's what I am... your dad.

Are you really?

So, you're some kind of

closet mobster dad?

I mean, if I go rob

Millikan's Drug Store...

will you ground me if I don't

give you a piece of the action?

What, Dad? You tell me.

Please, son. Don't.

If I talk to Sam about you,

will you have me whacked?

Jack.

Tom?

Hey, Sam. How are you doing?

Good to see you up and around.

- Yeah.

- You had her runnin' yet?

Yeah, for a second there.

She's coming back to life.

Ah, sh*t.

Tom...

I got a problem.

Want to come inside

for a minute?

I've been running through it all

for the last couple days.

It just doesn't fit.

What doesn't fit?

None of it.

Is that Edie coming home?

Yeah.

Well, we don't have

to do this now.

Might as well.

Hi, Sam.

Edie.

How you doing?

I'm OK.

You want some coffee?

No, I'm good.

So, what brings you out here?

Well, Tom and I

were just talking about that.

Mmm. I'd like to hear it.

Well, it's just that...

none of this makes any sense.

Mmm.

These are serious secretive men.

I mean, they wouldn't have

come out here...

they wouldn't have

gone through all this...

exposed themselves like this...

unless they were dead certain

they had the right man.

So, what are you saying, Sam?

I'm saying I think

I need to hear the truth.

The truth?

The truth.

Sam, you've got

too much time on your hands.

I'm sorry?

Tom is...

Tom is who he says he is.

That's all that really matters.

Sam, hasn't this family

suffered enough?

Well...

goddamn.

Edie.

It's OK.

I guess I'll be going.

You folks give me a ring

if you need anything.

Anything at all, understand?

Thanks.

You...

Edie. Edie!

- Get off of me!

- Unh!

F*** you, Joey!

Aah! Get off!

Uhh!

Uhh!

Ohh!

Ohh. Ohh.

Oh, my God. Oh, God.

Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God.

Mmm.

Uhh.

Uhh.

Uhh.

Hello.

Hey, bro-ham.

You're still pretty good

with the killing.

That's exciting.

Richie.

Yeah, it's Richie.

What do you say, Joey?

Are you going to come see me?

Or do I have to come see you?

What's that supposed to mean?

Uh, Jenny Cream.

Bottle.

You Ruben?

Yeah.

You Joey?

Yeah, I'm Joey.

So, what do we do now?

You finish your beer...

then I take you to see Richie

in the Escalade.

Nice houses.

Richie's

a very upscale kind of guy.

Nice gate.

Yeah.

We're here.

Home, sweet home.

Got to frisk you.

Nah. I'll save you the trouble.

I'm not packing.

I got to frisk you.

All right.

I don't smell very good.

I've been driving

pretty much non-stop...

fifteen to sixteen hours.

I'll hold my nose.

Can you believe that place

is still standing...

the Track and Turf?

Didn't you bang

Jill Levy there...

right on the bar

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