Blood Father Page #3

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- [GUNSHOTS FIRING]

You think so?

I'll see you on the inside,

you chickenshit motherf***er!

- [GUN COCKING]

- [FIRING CONTINUES]

[SHOUTING]

Hey, kid, they must've run out of bullets.

[LYDIA MOANING]

[CAR ENGINE STARTS]

[REVVING]

Hang on!

[LYDIA SCREAMS]

[BOTH GROANING]

Are you dead yet, motherf***er?

You okay?

Do you hear me? I told you

not to turn your f***ing back!

We coming to get you, motherf***er!

[GUNSHOTS FIRING]

Who is that?

It's the neighborhood watch.

You boys picked the wrong rednecks.

You go tell your boys and girls

to put they hockey sticks away.

- Tell me, is that sh*t still loaded?

- I don't know, let's find out.

- [LAUGHS]

- Come on, man. Let's go.

You know what, I admire you all,

for protecting this fine

trailer park community.

Come on, ese, come on.

You know what? This one right here,

I'm gonna call it a tie.

I'll see you, all right?

[ENGINE STARTS]

[WOMAN] They will be back.

John!

[GRUNTING]

- You okay?

- F***!

[GRUNTING]

Easy, easy, easy. Are you hurt?

There's glass everywhere.

F***, this place sucked before!

- [GRUNTING]

- [KIRBY] John, what's going on?

- Who are those guys?

- Yeah, who are those f***ing guys?

Talk to me, buddy.

Tell me what's going on?

Kirby, thank you! Come on.

Wait, you're leaving a crime scene?

Kid's up to her neck in it,

I can't give her up.

John, you gotta wait for the cops! John...

Cops, yeah, we know how that's

gonna turn out. F***ing cops!

John, you've always

listened to me when it counted.

And I'll keep listening, but not here.

I'll call you from the road,

Kirby, promise. Sober as the judge.

John, it's really hard to be your sponsor.

[CAR ENGINE STRUGGLING]

Oh.

Don't do this to me.

Not now, you piece of sh*t.

Don't do this to me.

[ENGINE STRUGGLING]

[GRUNTS]

[SIREN WAILING IN THE DISTANCE]

Come on. You damn f***ing...

- I'm sorry, Dad.

- God.

I'm so sorry.

Yeah.

[ENGINE STARTS]

F***.

I knew those guys from their ink.

There were two Sureos.

And the white guy with the "PEN-1,"

that's "Public Enemy Number One."

He's with the enforcement

arm of the Brotherhood.

Though they're not proud,

they work with EMe,

but only if there's real money involved.

I got no idea how you

pissed guys like that off.

You maybe talking to

the Feds, or something?

No. No, no, no. I'm not

talking to anybody but you.

[HONKING]

Yeah, I know. You never stop,

but you don't say anything.

See, that was supposed to be an easy hit.

Take you out in the desert,

rape ya, put a bullet in your brain,

have a bologna sandwich.

Make a real day of it.

What do they want from you?

F***!

- I'm afraid of what you'll think.

- Oh. I understand.

You don't wanna spoil the good

impression you made so far.

[LAUGHING]

It's not that funny.

Oh, my God!

I'm gonna pee in my pants, Dad.

You good? You all done?

All wrung out? Finished?

What's wrong with you?

It's time to cut the sh*t.

What the f*** was so wrong at your mother's,

that you had to run away with those guys?

No, God! I left home a while ago.

I didn't even know those guys.

They sure seemed to know you.

Yeah, they worked for my boyfriend.

He was businessman, he was in real estate.

You tryin' to tell me

we're being chased by realtors?

- No. Well, he managed properties.

- Mmm-hmm.

See, I met him at this party

and we just had this connection.

He was older, he was like 30

and he was really a man.

F***.

I was living in a friend's

walk-in closet, at the time.

And he wanted to help, so,

he set me up in this

cute little cottage in the valley.

And all I had to do was take care of it

and look normal.

Mmm-hmm.

Except, his people would

hide stuff in the house.

Like drugs, money, stuff like that.

So, he made you window dressing

at one of his stash houses.

No, he really cared about me, Dad.

He didn't mean for this.

I am the one who f***ed up.

Kid, you got the mind-set

of a battered housewife.

This one night, I had friends over

at the house and things just blew up.

Someone broke the sliding glass door

and some dick put his fist

through a wall and...

- Something goes missing.

- Mmm-hmm.

- That's what my boyfriend said.

- Mmm-hmm.

The people he worked for were furious.

But I swear, I never saw anything.

- You didn't know. Nothing?

- No.

- That's the truth.

- Yes.

Then he took me to another house,

where, I guess, the tenants

had stolen money out of the walls and...

...he wanted me to kill this woman.

Maybe to show

that I would do anything for him.

And I had the gun in my hand,

and I didn't think.

I just turned, and I pulled the trigger.

F***.

And I...

I killed him.

You killed the boyfriend... The guy?

Yes.

F***.

[EXHALES]

[SIGHS]

And are you guys gonna need

any help with any luggage tonight?

- Nope.

- All right. Traveling light.

Receipt.

Hey, man, where'd you find her?

In the f***ing delivery room.

Yeah, that's... Okay. Well, got

your room with two double beds.

Checkout's at 11:00 and complimentary

breakfast served till 10:00.

This part's a little tricky,

so I'll show you.

You're just gonna loop

all the way around to 216.

That's you.

I can show you if you want.

- Yeah...

- No, that's all right.

[SNORING]

Experts say you could be

paying more at the pump,

if that trend continues.

[WOMAN ON TV] In other local news,

a car that caught on fire

sparked a quarter of an acre...

- What's up?

- Hey.

Did you need something?

No, I just wanted some air.

Oh. Okay, well, we got plenty of that.

[CHUCKLES]

Tonight, both LAPD

and the County Sheriff's office

are asking for help

in the search for a missing girl.

She's wanted in possible connection

to multiple homicides

in the Santa Clarita area.

Sh*t!

A warrant has been issued

for her as a material witness.

Oh, my God.

Lydia Carson, she's approximately 5'7"...

I'm a f***ing celebrity.

...butterfly on her shoulder.

She could be traveling with John Link,

who last resided in Indio.

Authorities have provided this...

I should show you something.

...anyone who sees the pair.

I'm actually supposed to call the police.

Did you?

[PHONE RINGING]

Missing Link Tattoo.

[LYDIA]

Dad, Dad, you have to come downstairs.

I'm in the lobby, okay?

And bring everything, and I left

a bunch of stuff in the bathroom.

Don't forget that because

there's probably DNA on it.

DNA? What the f***?

Don't turn on the lights,

we're probably being watched.

- And hurry.

- [LINE DISCONNECTS]

What the hell is this?

- Did you get the stuff in the bathroom?

- Yeah, I got your sh*t.

Good, 'cause the cops are coming.

Actually, they might be here already.

So, this cocksucker called the cops?

No, God, Dad! He's helping us.

Somebody's nice to you

and you call him a cocksucker?

It's all right, I got thick skin.

Hey, you know, I came on at 10:00.

That was already there when I got here,

but knowing the day guy...

F***! Get the f*** down!

Day guy always fucks the night guy.

Shut up!

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