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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.
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
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.
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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