A History of Violence Page #5

in front of everybody?

I never banged Jill Levy.

Well, you should've.

She was... She was something.

How you doing, Richie?

Mmm.

Yeah.

It's been a long, long time,

bro-ham.

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

Come with me.

- You want anything?

- Nah.

So, you like that farm life?

Milking cows and sh*t?

I don't have a farm.

No?

Fogarty thought you lived

on some kind of farm.

Said you could smell pig.

How that old fart would know...

what a pig smells like,

I don't know...

but that's what he said.

Ahem.

Do you like being married?

What?

Do you like being married?

Does it work for you?

I can't see it working for me.

I never felt the urge, you know?

A lot of great looking women

in the world.

I never met one made me

want to give up all the others.

Sure, you can f*** around...

but it's so much goddamn work,

you know?

Keeping it quiet.

It's not worth the effort.

Don't see the upside.

You see the upside, Joey?

Yeah, Richie, I do.

I do now.

I'm pretty pissed at you,

bro-ham.

You could've called.

You could've dropped a postcard

in the mail.

We're brothers.

What'd you think would happen?

I thought that business

would come first.

Well, yeah.

Yeah, I know.

Tch. I know.

What am I going to do?

You bust up a made man's place.

You killed some of his guys.

You take his eye.

Jesus, Joey, you took his eye.

Barbed wire, wasn't it?

That's disgusting.

You always were the crazy one.

- Not anymore.

- Yeah, I heard.

You're living

the American dream.

You really bought into it,

didn't you?

You've been this other guy...

almost as long

as you've been yourself.

Hey, when you dream...

are you still Joey?

Joey's been dead a long time.

And yet here you sit...

big as life.

You know you cost me...

a lot of time and money.

Before you pulled that sh*t

with Fogarty...

I was a shoe-in to take over...

when the boss croaked...

a shoe-in.

It was made very clear to me,

Joey.

I had to clean up your mess...

or nothing was ever

going to happen for me.

You got no idea

how much sh*t I had to pull...

to get back in with those guys.

You cost me...

a hell of a lot, Joey,

a hell of a lot.

Looks like you're doing

all right over here.

Yeah, I am, I am.

I'm still behind

the eightball...

because of you.

There's a certain

lack of respect...

a certain lack of trust.

The boys in Boston are

just waiting for me to go down.

You always were

a problem for me, Joey.

When Mom brought you home

from the hospital...

I tried to strangle you

in your crib.

I guess all kids try to do that.

She caught me...

whacked the daylights out of me.

I've heard that story.

Well, what do you think?

Better late than never?

Richie...

I'm here to make peace.

Tell me what I got to do

to make things right.

You could do something, I guess.

You could die, Joey.

Ooh!

Uhh!

Uhh!

- Unh!

- Oh!

Oh!

Uhh!

Uhh! Ohh!

How do you f*** that up?

Uhh!

How do you f*** that up?

What are you going to do,

give him mouth-to-mouth?

Did you see my brother?

F***in' leave this...

and let's just kill

that little f***!

Jesus, Joey.

Jesus, Richie.

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