Bad Frank Page #7

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I'll blow this b*tch's brains

right the f*** out.

You better relax,

motherf***er. Slow!

Slow.

Hey, frank, I said slow.

Goddamn it, leave her...

Hey, baby, you okay?

Okay, okay, I get it.

I get it.

Slow. Slow, frank, slow.

- Honey, you okay?

- Yes, yes.

Hey, frank, come on.

- It's over. Let her go.

- Aah!

Hey, frank. I'm cool.

Hey, hey, hey, come on.

Did you ever think we'd be across

from each other like this?

I mean, all the things

we've been through together?

Come on, what are we doing?

All right, look, I admit it.

I went overboard.

I did.

- But I had to send a message. You talked, frank.

- Aah!

Hey, hey, hey, come on.

You talked, man.

You talked.

Come on, frank. It's over.

Let's stop this, man.

Can I just go?

Can't I just go? Can't I go?

Yeah, let her go.

Let her go, frank. Come on.

It's over.

Let's stop this.

No, no, no, no. No. No.

No! No, no, no, no!

Hey!

That's my daughter,

motherf***er, you let her go!

Goddamn it!

Stop it.

Frank, stop it.

That's my daughter. Stop it.

I've got nothing.

You took everything

from me, Mick.

Okay, look.

- Daddy, da...

- We are who we are.

We are.

But she's not.

Frank, she's not.

Just... just... I'm begging you.

Just... just please.

Let my daughter go, please.

And if I got nothing...

Frank.

Come on, frank.

Then Mick...

You got nothing!

You know I'd like to see

if we could,

maybe try to work things out.

Hey, you've reached frank and

Gina. Sorry we missed you.

Leave us a message.

Frank.

It's your mom.

I'm sorry I haven't

called you back.

Actually I'm glad

you didn't pick up.

I'm just not ready

to talk to you yet.

You're not right, Frankie.

I'm sorry. I love you.

But please don't call me again.

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