Blood Father Page #7

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You need to deal with me.

Really? Why should

I give a sh*t about you?

Well, 'cause I know what you're doin'.

I know about your family

and the money you took.

Yeah? You hear me?

I heard you.

You're killing people

to cover your tracks.

Make a big f***ing show

to prove it's not you.

Lydia told me about the houses,

she told me everything.

And I got a line straight to

your uncle in f***ing Juarez.

El Padrino, you know him.

I know he doesn't think too much of you.

I can get a message to him.

You're still on the phone

because you know this is real.

And you know he's already watching you.

You think he's letting you

use one of his best sicarios,

that Zapotecan monster with you?

Just for you?

He's there to keep track of you,

too, motherfuck!

He gets the order from Uncle,

bang, he takes your f***ing head off.

You're a businessman, yeah?

This is the best deal

you're ever gonna get.

You kill me first.

Kill me in front of her, if you have to.

Let's just meet.

And you trust me

to let her go when you die?

I don't f***ing trust you at all.

All I'm asking of you to do

is keep her alive until I see her again.

Okay. That's sweet.

The old man wants his last chance.

I'll call you in 10 minutes to this

number and give you a meeting point.

No, you put her on the phone or no deal.

Put her on the f***ing phone right now!

[SPEAKING SPANISH]

Okay.

Dad!

Baby, I'm coming for you.

Have a little faith.

That's it.

[ENGINE STOPS]

I can't believe you'd have the nerve.

F***er.

[CELLPHONE RINGING]

[JONAH] Okay, old man,

leave Highway 78 at mile marker 114,

head north into the desert.

Alone, no guns.

[LOADING GUN]

[JONAH] What the f*** is he doing?

He's showing us he ain't strapped.

[JONAH] Let's get this sh*t over with.

Move away from your bike!

Nice and slow.

Lydia!

Stop there. Stop!

Spread your legs.

Spread your f***ing legs!

Put your f***ing hands together!

Come on, get him in.

We're going for a ride,

- just in case you were followed.

- Move. Move!

Come on, get in.

You will see her, you will see her.

Get in. Get in!

Hi, kid.

[ENGINE STARTS]

Go, get that.

Come here, baby. Come here.

[GROANS]

- [GROANING]

- [HORN BLARING]

F***! F*** you!

[GRUNTS]

[ALL GRUNTING]

F***! F***!

[GROANS]

[GRUNTING CONTINUES]

F***.

[GRUNTS]

- [GUNSHOT FIRES]

- [GROANS]

We gotta jam! Motherf***er's up there!

- [GUNSHOTS CONTINUE]

- [GRUNTS]

Where is he?

You're hit.

- Did you see him?

- No.

Okay. F***.

Okay, I saw him that time!

Okay, I got an idea.

I'll lay down some cover fire,

you run to the other car.

He won't be able to track you there, okay?

What?

He'll be takin' shots at me,

he won't even see you. Get going!

- Dad, you're hurt!

- Get in the other car and f*** off!

No, no. If you think that I'm leaving you,

then you're out of your f***ing mind!

- Do not run until I start firing!

- No!

- I'm gonna count to three. One!

- No!

- Two...

- No!

Count to a million if you want to!

If you think that

I'm leaving here without you,

then you don't know me!

All this time, and you never

even f***ing knew me!

What? Okay. Okay.

- It's nice to meet you.

- [GUNSHOTS FIRING]

Okay, I got another idea.

Let's go together.

- On your count or mine?

- Yours.

- Okay, let's go!

- Okay.

[GROANS] God... Go, go, go!

[YELLS]

[GROANS]

[ENGINE STARTS]

- Dad!

- Hey. You okay?

- I'm okay.

- Good.

Oh, no! Oh, f***!

Dad, he's coming.

I don't know where he is.

Yeah, he's coming. Come here. Come here.

Be still.

- Be very, very still.

- I'm so sorry.

[BOTH GROANING]

I got him! I got him! I got you!

[LAUGHING]

Oh, sh*t!

This is not good. Oh, f***!

Dead motherf***er!

The other one. Get your head down.

- There's the other one, the boyfriend.

- Stop, stop!

- He's out there.

- Dad, he's gone. He's gone!

- Where did he...

- He's gone, okay?

I gotta go get us help.

No, you stay here.

Don't leave me, stay here, please.

Yeah.

Yeah, yeah.

Just let me look at you.

Your hair came out good.

Look, kid, I'm really bad.

Here, take this gun.

I got nothing better to give ya.

I never gave you anything

and now I got nothing to give you.

Dad, Dad! That is not true.

I lost ya...

Dad! Look at me! Look at me!

You did not lose me.

I am not lost,

I am right here with you, okay? Okay?

I'm not gonna leave.

- Okay?

- Okay.

Look at me.

- It's just you and me.

- Okay.

I'm not gonna leave, ever. I promise.

You sure are a good girl.

You sure are. You sure are.

Dad?

[CRYING]

[SIREN WAILING IN THE DISTANCE]

On your knees! Hands behind your head!

[DOOR BUZZING]

[LYDIA] A year ago, I stopped running.

I stopped listening

to all of my worst instincts

and all the worst people.

I'll just tell you this.

I've been sober a year.

I miss my father so much,

that I can't sleep some nights, but...

...I tell myself that

he's watching over me.

Sometimes, there's this shame

that almost breaks my back, but...

I tell myself,

"When you owe your life to someone,

you better live it."

So, I just say...

"Thank you."

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