Abigail Page #2

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-Yeah, motherf***er!

-PETER:
Oh!

Drink, b*tch!

-I really don't want to.

-(giggles)

Oh, my God.

-I like your tattoos.

-Mm-hmm.

Do they have, uh,

a meaning or...

We're not supposed

to get personal, big boy.

PETER:
Well, I know, but

I like your little demon guy.

SAMMY:

I just said it's too personal.

Thank you. You don't even

know my name, man.

(Peter laughs)

-How's the kid?

-She's fine.

Look, I don't need to know

who the girl's father is,

-but do you know?

-No. Why?

She just implied

that her father might be

-a particularly violent man.

-(sighs) Wow.

She implied that, did she?

Well...

of course

she f***ing implied that.

She's scared.

She wants to rattle you.

I don't think so.

Again, do you know

who her father is?

Oh, my God, you're gonna be

a real pain in my ass,

aren't you?

There's one in every crew.

No, sir.

I just don't scare easy,

so when I do, I pay attention.

PETER:

Yes! I like that one.

You're just missing

so you have to finish

the whole bottle, aren't you?

I don't know why

you would say that.

-(coin clatters)

-Oh, that's bad.

-Ha!

-I like you.

-You're scary, though.

-Really?

-PETER:
Scary?

-SAMMY:
Yeah.

PETER:

Why am I scary?

-(giggles)

-Ha!

-SAMMY:
You're funny.

-(Peter chuckles)

-Oh, that's bad.

-PETER:
Your turn.

SAMMY:

I don't have a quarter, man.

(Peter laughs)

Oh, f***! (stammers)

F***! Sh*t. Christ.

Look away!

Don't f***ing look at me!

You see my face?

You see my f***ing face?

Huh? Are you lying to me?

-No.

-You f***ing lying to me?

-No. I'm-I'm not!

-Don't lie to me.

What color are my eyes?

What color are my eyes?!

It's a simple

f***ing question, kid!

I didn't see your face!

Well... good!

Who the f*** is your father?

Jo... Joey said

you didn't want to know.

Well, f*** Joey!

I do want to know!

-Who the f*** is your father?

-Okay.

I'm-I'm sorry.

-Who is your father?

-My father is...

(breath trembling)

Kristof Lazaar.

The f*** did you say?

("Smokestack Lightnin'"

by Howlin' Wolf playing)

Why don't

you hear me cryin'?

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

-A-whoo-hoo...

-(chuckling)

Yo, what's going on, bagman?

I'm leaving.

-What?

-FRANK:
You heard me.

You cut up my share

however you want.

I'm out.

JOEY:

Whoa. Hey.

What happened?

Hey! You can't just leave

without telling us

what's going on.

What's going on? What's going

on is that we are f***ed.

That little girl is

Kristof Lazaar's daughter.

-Sh*t.

-Who's Kristof Lazaar?

Who's Lazaar?

Bruh,

that's a urban legend, man.

-Calm down.

-No, dude.

He's not a f***ing urban legend.

He is very f***ing real,

believe me.

Nobody even knows how big

his f***ing empire is.

So he's, like, a crime boss?

He controls a lot more

than just crime.

JOEY:

Is Lambert f***ing insane?

He just put a death mark

on all of us.

Including himself.

SAMMY:

What if we just, like,

you know, like, give her back

and say sorry?

Oh, yeah.

"Here's your daughter,

Mr. f***ing Antichrist.

"We're really sorry.

Hope she's not too traumatized.

Let's play a round of golf

sometime."

F*** you, Frank.

This isn't the time

for sarcasm, okay?

(sighs)

Let's just leave.

We leave her with some food and

make an anonymous phone call,

get the f*** out of Dodge.

-(snaps fingers)

-I like that.

It's not like

she's seen our faces.

Uh, actually, she has,

thanks to you.

I was supposed to be the only

one in and out of that room.

-And I wore my mask.

-Well, I didn't,

so I walk in there

to see Angelina Ballerina

memorizing my f***ing face.

Major party foul.

Why did you take off

her blindfold, Joey?

It's messy.

Now we have to kill her.

Not a f***ing chance.

We're not killing the girl.

She saw Frank's face.

RICKLES:
Even if Lazaar

catches up to him,

he don't know sh*t about us.

He knows that I'm Quebecois.

Huh? He knows

that Sammy comes from money.

He knows that you come

from a military background,

thanks to Joey.

Just had to do your little

magic trick, didn't you?

DEAN:

Hold up.

If we just leave her here,

then we don't get

none of that money?

Kind of need some money

real bad right now.

I don't know about y'all.

How much do you trust Lambert?

I trust him enough.

That doesn't make it

worth the risk, though.

If seven million per person

isn't worth the risk,

then what is?

DEAN:

It's a lot of money.

All right, he wouldn't have

had us kidnap the kid

if he didn't think

we could pull this off,

so maybe we all just pretend

like we don't know

who her father is,

and with the money

we're making from this,

we just disappear forever. Hmm?

Start a new life.

I never have to see

any of you fucks ever again.

Everyone stay alert.

Any threat is

gonna come from outside,

so we set a perimeter

and we hold it.

Rickles takes first watch

in the crow's nest.

Joey, secure the interior.

Look for any ways in or out.

What is it, like,

22 more hours, hmm?

22 hours.

(picks up bag)

F***.

-(footsteps receding)

-DEAN:
What a dick.

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