Blood and Wine Page #3

I darned my own socks in prison.

Lovely.

They won't be hard to find.

I never understand your optimism.

It lacks foundation.

I know 'em.

I know how they think.

"Director of catering.

Island concierge. "

Sounds great.

"Landscape.

Housekeeping manager. "

Oh, I see some definite possibilities here.

You don't need to take a job you don't like.

I've got enough money.

You don't.

Believe me.

Your name Henry?

I'm Jason's father, Alex.

His father is dead.

Well, stepfather.

Yeah, so, uh-

so, where is he?

- He didn't show up last night.

- Oh, yeah?

Well, he didn't come home either.

His mother's worried about him.

Well, maybe he's at

his girlfriend's house, you know.

You know where she is?

Uh... no.

I just- I just figured

there has to be one.

- Give us a hint.

- Hey! How am I supposed to know?

- Oh, sh*t!

- Hey!

Goddamn it!

You're not helping!

- Aaah!

- Damn it!

- God!

- Christ.

You all right? You all right?

- Yeah.

- Let me see.

- God!

- Oh, yeah. Okay. You're all right.

Look, Henry. We got

a serious business problem.

Can you tell him?

- Yeah. Yeah.

- Thanks.

- You sure you're all right?

- Yes.

Did he hurt ya?

Don't ever do that to me again.

That's 356 round stones-

Either the whole piece or individual stones.

Put the word out, Marty.

The central stone weighs 32 carats.

They're all perfectly matched.

No, I'm consulting for the insurance

company now. Life's strange, isn't it?

Kid never goes far from water.

Call Sarasota,

Fort Meyers, Key West.

- You find your visor?

- No.

Well, it's in there.

Look in the pocket.

This was in the suitcase.

Goddamn son of a b*tch.

You know what paste costs?

Good paste?

- It's yours now.

- I don't want anything of his.

- Send it back. Throw it away. Get rid of the damn thing.

- Okay.

- How much do you think it's worth?

- Seventy-five dollars.

- Seventy-five dollars?

- For the appraisal.

- Oh.

- If you want it in writing-

Just approximately. I mean-

No one is gonna pay

a million dollars around here.

- Maybe in Miami.

- A million dollars?

More in New York.

I have some private contacts.

Why don't you give me your number.

Um...

I'm gonna come back and see ya.

You staying around here?

Thanks.

I- Is this-

I want to speak to a Mr. Victor.

I'm calling from Largo.

We could sign on to a charter.

That's what you and Dad

were gonna do.

I'll crew, you cook.

- Why? It's pretty here.

- Mom, it's next to a bar.

- True.

- Come on.

The Mediterranean, huh?

The Turkish coast?

It's great fishing there.

Okay. Freedom.

It's obvious she love you.

What is that, some kind of Latin concept?

Kill the one you love?

Well, I could do the same to keep you.

- You don't say.

- Uh-huh.

Then my cousins would come...

put you on a spit

and roast you like a pig.

Do me a favor.

Don't love me.

You, uh-

You okay for cash

while I'm gone?

Alex, I thought

I was coming with you.

You are, when I get back.

This is just a couple of days.

Dull, boring days.

Hey!

Thanks, boss.

Hi.

Voy! Voy! Ya vengo!

What are you doing here?

Came to see the cats.

- Well, I am moving soon anyway.

- Moving? Where?

Uh-

With who?

Someone I care about.

Good.

Are you happy?

Yeah.

You don't look so happy.

Well, I guess you are going to

have to take my word for it.

Yeah, I guess so.

Bueno.

You can reach me there for a while.

Take care of yourself.

Yeah. You too.

I had no idea packing

was such an art form, Alex.

The way you fold your shirts,

we'd have been there already.

Come here.

Hold still.

That's been irritating me all day.

Did it hurt you?

Jesus.

F*** if it hurt me.

Henry!

Henry?

- Henry! You in the head?

- Hey!

Hey, yo.

- Get off my boat.

- What?

- Get off my boat!

- What's going on, man?

Goddamn Miami!

Nothing but gangsters and hustlers, man!

I thought you were smarter than that!

Hey. Henry!

What happened to your head, man?

Part of my courtesy call

from one of your associates.

- What?

- That big old motherf***er? Thinks he's Queen of England?

- Who? - Six foot. Spray-painted

black hair, weird mustache.

I don't know what you're talking about!

Your stepfather saved my ass.

Alex was here?

I'm ready to retire, man.

Open a bar in Bequia.

The only fish I wanna see

is on a plate with a piece of lemon.

Henry.

How much for your boat?

I gotta get out of here.

You moving contraband?

Just moving.

How far is it to Largo?

Uh, 20 minutes.

Suzanne knew a girl that

used to come down here.

Uh... Linda. Linda.

Last name?

Why don't you just drop it

in the gas tank, Vic? Why waste time?

That way, you don't have to wait around

till you f***ing choke to death.

Hey. "Jason, gone

for a drink. Love, Mom. "

This is a very considerate woman.

I'll go keep her happy

while you look for the piece.

No rough stuff, Vic.

All right.

Would you like to dance?

Yes. I was beginning to think

nobody knew how to around here.

Hey, Jason.

Here you go.

Thanks.

- Mom.

- Jason, hi.

- Let's get out of here.

- The song isn't over.

- We gotta go, Mom!

- Get outta here.

- Come on. Let's go.

- I was only dancing.

You don't know who that is!

I said, the song isn't over!

Back off! Get your hands off me, man!

That's my mother!

Get outta here!

Get off me!

Are you all right, sir?

- Get outta here!

- Get him a glass of water, Mark.

Come on, folks. Mosey inside.

Let's go. The party's over.

What are you doing?

Why didn't you tell me, Jason?

You'd have given it back to Alex.

Is the guy behind us?

It's in the car.

If it's not in the houseboat,

it's in the car.

Yeah, sure.

Jason?

Yeah.

I would have kept

the thing too. I would.

Maybe it isn't him.

Maybe.

Watch it, Mom!

Will you, for Christ's sake,

take it easy!

Seat belts!

Damn!

Damn!

I have to pass.

Ma, you're not gonna make it!

Turn back!

Sh*t! Sh*t.

Jesus.

I gotta go.

- Oh, God.

- We don't have much time.

Jesus Christ!

We gotta get some help!

It's already on its way, I'm afraid.

What's going on out there?

Jesus!

Oh, God.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Oh, Christ, baby.

Oh. Oh.

- Jason.

- Oh, God.

Jason.

Oh. Oh, God.

Oh!

Hey, I think he's all right.

Come on, Alex. Get outta there.

She's dying, you maniac!

Hear the sirens? Help's coming, baby.

Just tell me where it is.

Just tell me where it is

so I can get out of your life.

What? What?

F*** you.

We're out of time, Alex.

You can stay if you want, but I'm leaving.

I thought it went well.

Very organized.

Quick. Cremation

is the civilized choice.

Ashes straight to ashes.

Skip the whole business

of decay and worms.

I worry enough about worms as it is.

Shut up, Victor.

Hey, yo, Larry!

There's no place to sit.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey.

- How's that?

Fine.

We'll see her right now.

This is a hospital, not a prison.

We don't lock the patients in their rooms.

- You told me he was sedated.

- He asked me about her. I had to tell him.

No. You did not.

Wake up, Alex.

I wanna see your face!

Oh, Jesus.

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