Black Irish Page #6

let me call you back.

Someone just came in.

Can I help you?

Yes, sir.

I've thought about this.

I want to sign up.

Serve my country.

Please, have a seat.

I know you.

You're a local kid, right?

McKay?

Terry McKay.

Son, do you know

the Marine Corps motto?

Yes, sir.

Semper fi.

Yes, there's that.

There's also the few,

the proud, the Marines.

Right.

With an emphasis

on the few,

which means we're

very selective.

You're not even out

of high school yet

and you've already

got a criminal record.

Son, I don't think you're

Marine Corps material.

It's got to be the Marines.

I'm sorry, son.

I can't help you.

You guys are

a bunch of pussies.

[crowd cheering]

[Announcer]

Right field.

Hit deep.

Nixon on the run.

[beer can opening]

Right down the middle.

[Announcer]

It's gone.

Should have never pulled

Wakefield, you stupid bastards.

You want me

to turn it off?

Don't you dare.

Let's see how that

son of a b*tch does.

You know what I like

about this game?

Baseball is exactly

like life.

The majority of the time,

absolutely nothing happens.

Then certain moments

and certain days,

you get all the

glory in the world,

or all the sh*t.

You caught a break today,

you know that, don't you?

Yeah.

You don't get too many.

You should come out

and see me pitch, Dad.

I'm doing really good.

We made it to state final.

You don't want me to start

turning up now, kid.

You got a streak going,

you go with it.

Don't change a thing.

Did you ever catch one?

A break?

Eh, a few

here and there.

Some people, life

just happens to them.

Don't put yourself

in the position where

you have no choice.

Only choice I ever made

was marrying your mother.

You see how that

turned out.

Nah.

I loved your mother.

Sorry I'm late, Joey.

Had to take care

of something at home.

Start in the dining room,

then I'm going to need

help with the cars.

Don't forget, you're closing

up with me tonight.

Right, yeah.

One more thing.

Congratulations.

I heard you made

it into the finals.

Yeah, thanks.

Maybe when you make

it into the majors,

you can wear

a Marcellino's patch

on your sleeve or something.

Hup!

What do we got?

Here we go.

[Announcer]

This part of the organization

welcomes these guys back.

Right down the right

field line, that's trouble!

Sheffield in the corner.

A fair ball and a home run!

Home run,

Manny Ramirez!

Still running hard.

Three to nothing,

Boston, in the first.

I think they have

arsenal right here.

Posada is saying--

Yeah!

[Announcer]

Posada running down

the right field line.

Derek Jeter, team captain,

verging towards--

[table crashing]

F***!

[Announcer]

You can see it again

on the replay.

It appeared from here

that although the ball

was hooking, it was just

inside the foul pole.

Hey, Cole?

How about giving me

a hand with these, huh?

I gotta hit the stock room.

No problem, Joey.

[Announcer on TV]

It comes with all this,

no-risk money-back guarentee.

Desmond?

[Announcer on TV]

...cigarette smoke,

animal dander and--

[door opening]

[door closing]

We're closed.

No sh*t.

You owe me.

Terry,

get out of here.

This isn't my money.

You know who owns this place.

Are you crazy?

Makes no difference

to me who owns it.

It should.

I said I'll make

it up to you.

All you gotta do is shut

up and open the register.

Just get out of here.

[cocking gun]

Open it.

Anthony, don't point

that thing at my brother,

you hear me?

Shut up!

Drop the gun.

[Joey groaning]

Is this your place,

you bastard?

Both of yous are dead,

you hear?

Yeah, well, what if

I kill you first, huh?

Then, how are you

gonna pay us back?

Hey, genius.

What do you think, I'm some

lone f***ing wolf here?

I got plenty of friends that'd

enjoy looking for yous,

especially if I were dead.

Well, then I guess

I got no choice, huh?

Anthony, don't!

Jesus Christ!

Hey, Cole,

this one's your

brother, right?

Obviously he didn't get

the brains in the family.

At least I know

how to find you.

Shut up!

I still got the gun!

Open the goddamn drawer!

You open it yourself,

I'm not going to help

you dig your own grave.

It's for Dad, Cole.

The money's for Dad,

all right?

No amount of money is going

to make Dad better, Terry.

Hey, Cole.

You better call me an

ambulance, I'm bleeding

like a son of a b*tch.

No one's using the phone!

Make sure he gets

taken care of.

Hey, Cole,

one more thing.

Only this guy robbed us.

Your idiot brother had nothing

to do with it, understand?

No, Joey, no way, I'll say

he was here if I have to.

You little narc!

Hey, a**hole?

This little narc's trying

to keep you breathing.

You know why I don't

want you here, tough guy?

I'll tell you why.

So when they find you dead,

the cops won't make

a connection

between you and me,

you junkie piece of sh*t.

Shut up!

F*** you!

Don't you tell me

to shut up!

[cocking gun]

Terry!

Don't.

You can't shoot me.

We're family.

You and me.

Black Irish.

You're more like

black licorice.

You're soft and sweet.

You're hollow

on the inside.

We may be brothers,

but I'm nothing like you.

You got that right.

[gun cocking]

[gun fires]

[police radio chatter]

Come on, son.

[hanging up phone]

Can I go now, please?

I'll take you over

to the hospital.

[EKG beeping]

I'm sorry.

Aw.

I had no choice.

Of course

you didn't.

I'm glad you're here.

You go see your father.

[EKG beeping]

McKay.

Go ahead.

[chair dragging]

[whispers]

Our Father,

who art in heaven,

hallow--

Hallowed be thy--

Hallowed be--

[sniffing]

[sniffing]

Jesus, Terry,

why'd you make me do it?

[rain pelting window]

What are you looking at?

Doesn't look too

bad up there.

Hell no,

it looks peaceful.

Nice and quiet.

No disappointed wife.

No kids driving

you up the wall.

People admire you.

How about we switch, huh?

I'll go up there

on the cross,

you come down here

and live in South Boston.

Ahem.

How long you been here?

Since last night.

Grab those clothes

there, would you?

[clearing his throat]

[coughing]

Nah, that's not such

a good idea, Dad.

Don't shovel dirt on me yet.

Are you calling

the shots now?

You think you're a big

man all of a sudden?

Huh?

Yeah. Maybe I am.

Someone's got to be.

You're not walking out of here

until we talk to a doctor now--

Keep your hands off me.

Get back in bed.

Keep your hands off me.

I'm not talking

to any quack doctor

and I'm not talking to you.

[coughing]

I'm tired of all this!

You understand me?

I am tired.

You understand?

Yeah, I got you.

Loud and clear.

Your favorite color

was burgundy.

Your favorite team was

the Cincinnati Reds.

You didn't go to camp

when you were eight

because you thought the kids

would make fun of your ears.

I know you, Terry,

and I love you.

It's just--

It's just been

so very hard...

to like you.

Forgive me.

[sobbing]

How are they?

Terry's going to make it.

He'll face charges,

but he'll make it.

Your father--

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