Blood Father Page #5

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You selling down south?

AK-47s and the like?

No, no, I don't sell that Commie sh*t.

You know the walls along the border?

They're building them with the

landing pads we used in 'Nam.

Think about that.

That metal I used to

jump on in the rice paddies,

they're using now to keep

the taco vendors off my lawn.

So, who you selling to these days?

You know, I love you like a son, Link.

But I'm not gonna answer questions

from somebody I haven't seen

in a coon's age.

We had a deal.

I want my bike back and I want my money.

Which money is that?

I kept my mouth shut a long time.

You were always the strong, silent type.

You know, the boys should be by later on.

Why don't you hang around, play catch up?

What the f*** for?

I've been sober two years.

Well, maybe someone would like to

witness that with their own eyes.

[METAL MUSIC PLAYING]

[BIKES REVVING]

[ALL CHEERING]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Yeah! Sh*t!

Well, can I get you anything?

A soda, or something maybe?

I'm fine.

[BIKER] Yo, baby! Come here!

I bet you feel like

you're surrounded by savages.

No. No, I really appreciate everything.

Thank you.

- You do? Huh?

- Mmm.

I bet you don't know what the hell

you're looking at, or listening to.

These are the last of the survivors.

The last of their kind.

They know this little patch

of desert's gonna be here

long after the rest of this country

cannibalizes itself.

Okay and why is that gonna happen?

Okay, well, it'll happen because

most of you people are too goddamn

comfortable to see it.

You kids don't understand.

This country buys out the subversives.

It turns the rebels into fashion trends.

It did it with the Angels,

it's doing it with rap.

And the corporations

package it up and sell it online.

Hundred dollars a T-shirt for suburban

little princesses just like you.

You know what? You grew up with your mama.

You never knew the world

your daddy rode in.

But your mama wasn't always rich.

She started out with us.

But she married up the ladder.

She became a hood ornament

for the best cars.

How long you been away from home?

I know all about why little rich girls

leave their pretty things behind.

When a mosquito bites you,

it leaves an enzyme

that other mosquitos can smell.

And I can smell it on you, kid.

Everyone can.

So, you can run forever.

Forever.

But the worst and, I mean,

the worst goddamn people in the world

know that scent and they'll follow it.

Can you dig it?

[AIR HISSING]

Yeah.

Sorry to leave you out

there with them animals,

but I was keepin' an eye on ya.

So, is this the old hog?

This is her.

'97 softail with a 570 lift cam.

Shaved the fenders, chromed the front

and dropped her two inches.

- Beautiful.

- Hmm.

I feel kind of jealous,

I thought I was an only child.

[CHUCKLES]

Do you think he's gonna

give it back to you?

Oh, kid, he owes me a lot more than this.

I did a seven year stretch,

keeping quiet for that motherf***er.

Then I got done again

for shanking some f***ing nobody.

Otherwise I'd have been out.

You got raised by three stepfathers.

Should've been me.

I don't know what to tell you.

So many enemies, so many vendettas.

Fills up your f***ing soul, you know?

Play this game with its own set

of stupid f***ing rules.

You give your life to it... it's over.

And I got nothing to show for it.

There's nothing I can even say,

except I'm sorry.

I made mistakes and you suffered.

I'm sorry I wasn't there for you, baby.

Morning, Link.

What the f*** is wrong with you?

Wake the kid.

This is a loaded firearm and I will shoot.

- The past is long gone.

- Yeah, okay.

[GRUNTS]

Hey, baby.

Wake up, rise and shine.

Hey. Cut it out, will you?

Quit it. Just...

Honey, you gotta wake up.

Okay, there's some kind of

kidnapping going on. I don't know.

- [GUNSHOT]

- [GASPS]

F***.

I'm up.

[LINK] You gotta be shittin' me.

No, I'm not shittin' ya.

Things have changed, hombre.

I can't let an opportunity

like this slide by.

See a nickel on the ground these days,

you pick it up.

For 30 grand.

Yeah, well, 30 g's will fill

a lot of holes around here, compadre.

I do appreciate

your loyalty in the past. I really do.

But we gotta be professional about this.

We're not gonna turn you in.

We're gonna follow the letter of the law.

She can run on home to her

gold-digging mama and you're free to go.

Take a hike.

Hit the road, Jack. Know what I mean?

You f***ing virus.

If you turn us in, the cops will bust you.

- Shut up!

- Goddamn brat!

I was running the f***ing Coachella Valley

before you were an itch

in your daddy's sack!

So, don't tell me.

My life isn't an Instagram,

for Christ's sake.

I'm in the f***ing history books!

Vietnam, 19th Engineer Combat Battalion,

look it up.

Look it up!

I've dug up more f***ing mines

that I could've blown the moon up with!

Do you understand that?

Get the f*** outta here!

Get 'em out of here, Cherise,

before I lose my goddamn patience.

Get 'em outta here!

Keep talking, you senile motherf***er.

- Motherf***er?

- Yeah.

I wouldn't be if you keep your

mother home at night!

F*** you!

How'd you feel with a f***ing bayonet

in your cracked skull,

you old cock-sucking... [GROANS]

Sh*t!

Get outta here!

Here's your Nazi bullshit!

- [SHOUTING]

- Calm down!

Let me tell you something, pal.

I still love you.

You were the best foot soldier

I ever f***ing had.

How 'bout I shoot you right now?

- With your daughter right outside?

- Yeah, I might.

No, you won't, you can't.

You're past that. I watched it, I saw it.

You've changed.

But back in the day...

Back in the day, I kept my

f***ing mouth shut for you, old man!

That's what I did back in the day.

You were like a f***ing father to me!

Back the f*** up!

Roll it the f*** back, cocksuck!

You know what I'm looking for.

Where's my keys?

See what we got here.

What're you doin'? Stealing from me, Link?

Stealing? You stole every

goddamn thing I ever had.

Everything!

Now look at you.

You're so f***ing broke and pathetic,

I can't even kill you for it.

You even stole that from me!

Stay put.

[BIKE ENGINE STARTS]

Dad!

- F***!

- [GUNSHOT FIRING]

Go! They're f***ing shooting at us!

[BRAKES SCREECHING]

The gun!

[TRUCK HONKING]

Jesus Christ!

- We're good, kid. Hang on to me.

- Oh, sh*t!

- [MAN] Yeah, good idea.

- [WOMAN] Okay.

[LINK] Hey, kid.

We gotta shake a leg, you comin'?

Hey, Kirby. I'm just checking in.

I'll call you back, okay?

Can't give you a number here.

We're on the road.

We're safe, sober, both of us.

Call you back. Thanks, man.

Hey, look, kid, you're crashing now.

Maybe you should take a nap?

Do you ever think about what

the world would be like without you?

If I just went ahead and killed myself,

this would all be over.

Oh, so, that's where we're at.

Givin' up. Fine.

You kill yourself, then I'll kill myself.

I'll take some innocent people with me.

How'd that be?

You think I'm kidding,

Dad, but I've tried.

Yeah, so have I, plenty of times.

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