Blood Father Page #2

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Well, that's a parole violation now.

Oh.

A**holes.

Listen, kid.

Why don't you take a little nap?

[SIGHS]

What the f***.

[TV PLAYING]

I don't even know where I am

and there are only

five channels on your TV.

Yeah.

[GRUNTS]

You swivel these ears here,

and maybe get channel 11.

Oh. So, I went back in time.

[TUNING TV]

If I turn myself in, do I get this reward?

Nope.

What a rip.

- [CHUCKLES]

- Hey, hold still.

Sorry.

Some of my best work there.

[LYDIA] Ah.

- Don Quixote.

- Mmm.

Picasso.

- Kid's got education.

- Yeah.

Wanted to put it in a magazine,

but we couldn't find this motherf***er.

I ain't no male model. No sh*t.

Yeah, but, dude, I think Sancho Panza

might have melanoma.

What?

Why don't you go outside and play?

You really should have

that looked at, Dennis.

I can't stay much longer.

Uh-huh. Oregon.

No, I don't have to go to Oregon,

I just have to go somewhere.

You pregnant?

No.

That's so medieval.

But I don't wanna say too much

'cause it'd put you in a bad position.

You see, my boyfriend

thought we could get married

so that I wouldn't have to

testify against him in court.

Pretty romantic.

No, no, he was so in love with me,

I swear to God.

I don't even think there was a word

for what was wrong with him.

And he's worried you'll say that in court?

No.

Uh...

It's terrible, he's gone.

- He's, uh, dead.

- Your boyfriend?

- He got shot.

- Too bad.

- In the neck. Yeah.

- Rough break.

I just feel numb. You know?

I don't even think it's hit me yet

that all of this is happening.

Me neither.

- Like, maybe I'm traumatized.

- Could be.

That's why I have to keep moving.

He was really well connected,

so there are a lot of people

looking for my white ass right now.

Kid, can I say something?

I know what it's like

to come down this hard.

For 30 years, I was drinking

and drugging and fighting

like everybody had it in for me.

Your higher power

can't do sh*t for me here, Dad.

When I called you,

you said that you had money.

Now, I'm not criticizing.

I'm just saying, it kind of looks like

you miss the comforts of jail.

[SCOFFS]

I can get you money,

if that's what you want, kid.

But let me make a deal.

[SNIFFLES]

Give me a week.

One week, you stay clean.

You got people looking for you,

who's gonna find you out here?

- Nobody knows who I am.

- The cops probably keep track of you.

It means I piss in a cup once a month.

My parole officer

has a caseload like, you know?

Give me a week.

If you're on your feet by Saturday,

I'll give you everything I got in this world.

But you gotta stop with the drama.

[DIALING TONE]

- [WOMAN] Hello?

- [LINK] It's me.

God, what now? I am done, John.

30 grand is enough for a reward.

I can't do this every time you have

some stupid new plan about Lydia.

- I have a life. I have people over.

- [LINE DISCONNECTS]

You okay in there, kid?

Yeah, I'm awesome, thanks.

Don't take your purse in there.

Can I please just have

one second to myself?

Well, you can live in there if you like,

just leave the purse outside.

F***.

[PLAYING CLARINET]

[LYDIA CHUCKLES]

I don't know what it is.

Come on, come on! You know this. Listen.

[CHUCKLES]

You stumped me.

Dude! You must be tone-deaf!

[LAUGHS]

I don't know it.

[GROANS]

F***.

Where you hiding the sh*t?

Tell me right f***ing now!

This is not cute. I worked too hard.

This place is clean.

I'm not going down

for a game of f***ing hide-and-seek!

God damn it!

You still got all your teeth.

How long you been doin' this?

A month?

- You telling me the truth?

- Yes, that's the truth.

And it's Hank Williams.

- That's what I was playing for you.

- What the f***?

Hank Williams. That's what I was

playing for you before.

Mom said that you always loved him.

Yeah, well, I guess I just

don't recognize him anymore.

[DIALING TONE]

Kirby.

I don't know what I stepped in,

man, but she's here.

My little girl.

[KIRBY] You found her.

No, she found me.

But she's out of her f***ing mind.

Well, I remember when I tried to

reconnect with my sister and my ex-wife.

They were not ready to forgive me.

[CHUCKLES] It was destructive.

It was the wrong time

to try to make amends.

Make amends? Kirby, I'm trying to keep

the kid away from the f***in' floor stripper.

- She's comin' down hard off somethin'.

- Oh. Well, then she needs help, John.

Get her into detox.

Take her to the hospital.

Man, I don't know.

She's goin' on about some kind of sh*t,

some sort of trouble she's in.

I don't know what's bullshit and what's not

anymore, but I'd just as soon find out

before I start filling out

intake forms, you know?

No, no, no, you're

still thinkin' like a con.

Take her to the hospital.

[LINK] Oh, come on, Kirby.

I just met the girl for

the first time in years,

I just don't feel like handing her

over to a bunch of strangers.

You're the stranger. You didn't

meet her, and she didn't meet you.

Right now, she's nothin'

but a chemistry experiment.

You need help with this, John.

[SCOFFS]

Well, then, why ask?

[DOG BARKING IN THE DISTANCE]

[WOMAN ON TV] Cutting up the veggies here.

We wanna try and keep the vegetables

all the same size so they can...

[FLY BUZZING]

...and make a fresh herb mixture

with parsley, thyme,

fennel flakes and garlic.

[VEHICLE APPROACHING]

[MUSIC PLAYING ON CAR STEREO]

[LYDIA BREATHING HEAVILY]

Can I help you gentlemen?

- Yeah. We want tattoos.

- I'm not open.

It says walk-ins. We're walkin' in.

Nah. Come back tomorrow.

I want some Nazi sh*t on my arm.

Or a big-ass heart

with some b*tch's name on it.

Yeah, on my dick.

We got money, old man.

It's bad business turning us away.

Yeah, come on, man.

Don't be judging us by our looks.

I'm not judging. I'm just going to bed.

What if I wanted her name on my stomach?

Lydia.

Why don't you all f*** off?

[KANPOL] We just want to talk to her, man.

We ain't got no problem with you.

What are you? F***in' Citizens' Police?

Get off my f***in' property,

or I'm callin' the cops.

Motherf***er, you on parole.

Nobody calls the cops on parole!

Don't you f***ing

turn your back on me, boy!

- [GASPS]

- [BANGING ON DOOR]

Straight question, kid.

Can the police handle this?

No, Dad, they'll kill me in jail!

And I won't make it.

- And I don't know what to do!

- No sh*t.

[BANGING CONTINUES]

That f***in' punk puts a dent

in my door, I'll kick the crap...

I really f***ed up.

- [GUNSHOTS FIRING]

- [SCREAMING]

[PHONE RINGING]

Sh*t! Happy birthday, Link.

It's good to finally meet your friends!

Yeah, Kirby, you heard right.

Party at my place.

- [GUNSHO - [SCREAMS]

I'm gonna get blamed for this.

Breakin' parole. Guaranteed.

Dad!

What the f***? Son of a b*tch. Sh*t stain!

- Get the f*** outta here!

- [MAN GROANING]

There it is, aggravated assault.

Return to custody.

[GRUNTING]

See? I missed 'em for ya.

Attempted murder, that's what they'll say.

Thanks for looking me up, kid.

- Dad, these guys are f***ing psycho.

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