Blood Ties Page #2
What about you, Chris? Any plans?
Keep the judge happy.
Here where it says "print" and then
the timing when she got here...
I'm gonna... I'm also gonna give
you some forms to fill out.
You keep the pen. Thank you.
What are you doing here?
Well, I didn't know you worked there. I
just wanted to see how you was doing.
What do you want from me, huh?
He's in jail. Don't you feel like you
f***ed things up enough already?
Hey, wait a second. He is the
one who f***ed things up!
Get out of here!
I'm sorry.
You been following me for weeks.
I've seen you.
What do you want, Frank?
Okay.
I been thinking about you a lot. I been
thinking about what's happened between us.
I been thinking about how it ended,
and I've been worried about you,
and I wanted to see if we
could be friends, okay?
I just wanted to see if I
could be there for you
if you needed me sometime.
That's all I wanted, okay?
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
Can you be seen with me now?
Can you be seen with
the "colored girl"?
Come on, that's not, I...
You just said it yourself...
- that was a long time ago.
- Yes, yes, yes.
- And that things are different now.
- Leave me alone.
Don't ever come back here
again. Do you hear me?
What's wrong?
Natalie, what is it?
What's the matter?
$40 short.
It's the second time in 10 days.
I already had to spend $50 out
of my own pocket last week.
- You need help recounting it?
- No.
goddamned times. It's gone.
Okay, so there's 40 bucks missing.
- It's not the end of the world.
- Yeah, maybe not to you.
There you go, end of story.
- No, no, no. It's... It's not about...
- End of story.
How're you doing?
dinner. Do you wanna come?
- Sure.
- Well, get in.
Okay, just stop holding onto me.
I lost a lung not a leg.
Rachel, honey, stop over here, and get
me some cigarettes. Would you, please?
Cigarettes? Dad, are you crazy?
Please.
- Hey, Pop?
- Yeah.
- Can I ask you something?
- Sure!
When I went to your house to
get all the stuff for the hospital,
- I found a letter.
- Yeah.
Uh, from Mom.
And, you know, you
always told us that
- she, she left us and...
- That's right.
Well, the letter, you
know, it's to the judge
and she's begging,
begging him for custody
because I was so young when you...
"When you" what? You was
too young "when you..."
"When you" what? When I what?
When I wouldn't let you grow
up in a whorehouse, huh?
Listen, your mother...
Your mother was a b*tch!
She was a real b*tch.
She beat the sh*t out of
your brother and sister
on a daily basis with whatever
she had in her hands.
She was a violent drunk, she
was a twisted, f***ing slut!
And it was because of
your f***ing safety...
It was because of your safety
that I kicked her out.
Your safety. Yours.
So you have... You have no
memories of her! You got none!
You have none, and if you did,
you'd throw up. I promise you.
When she died,
it didn't matter to me,
it didn't matter to... to her.
It didn't matter to any of us.
Well, look, just stay
out of the past, son.
Just stay out of the
God damned past
and... and live your
own life now, okay?
Please.
Please, okay?
Okay. Let's go, honey.
Come on, Ven, Ven, Ven,
Ven, Ven. Come on!
Hiya, pumpkin. How you doin', huh?
- Hi, Daddy.
- Hey.
She has an ear ache.
- Oh, has she got a fever?
- Yeah, but it's going down.
Hey. How are you?
- How are you? Are you all right?
- What's it look like?
- How are you? You need anything?
- No.
Wait. Look what I got for you.
- You like it?
- Yes.
There it is.
What?
- Is it true?
- What?
That they got nothing?
No. I mean yes, it's true, yeah.
You promised me.
You said this wouldn't happen.
And look where we are now.
- Babe, babe.
- I can't, Anthony.
- I can't do it again, okay?
- Babe, babe.
They got nothing, all right?
They ain't got sh*t.
I'm getting outta
here soon. Trust me.
F***er!
- You get out, you don't even call me?
- Jesus, Mike.
Where the f*** did you come from?
- Good to see you.
- Hey! Hey!
What're you doin'?
Chitchat?
We're paying you to chitchat? You wanna
chitchat, you go back to prison.
You're paid to work, so get
a f***in' move on! Okay?
Let's just go back to work, okay?
What the hell is goin' on?
What do you wanna know?
- Please, don't be mad.
- I'm not mad. I asked you a question.
You wanna know what I did?
Why I went away?
Yeah.
I got 12 years for killing a guy. He
raped and killed a woman I was with.
Listen, I spent most
of my f***ing youth
in correction houses and
prisons, that's who I am.
You wanna leave, leave.
The few times I've seen my
father, he was behind bars.
But what I hated the most is
that he always lied to me.
I'm not sure I can get past this.
But if you want me to,
and you gotta tell me the truth.
Yep!
Hey, Frank, there's a
woman here to see you.
Oh, about what?
She says it's private.
Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
Hey.
Look, I'm...
Uh, I'm sorry about the other day.
I don't want any trouble.
Please, Vanessa, I can't
really talk right now, okay?
I'm working, all right?
Oh, so you can come to my work
but I can't come to yours?
Don't touch me.
You want some help, Frank?
No.
You wanna go for a drink?
I'll be outside.
You want something to drink?
No. You locked up the wrong guy.
Vanessa, listen to me.
No, you listen to me.
I wanna know one thing.
Is it because of me
that you locked him up?
Is it because of us?
What are you talkin'...
You know exactly what
I'm talking about!
do that even if I wanted to?
Do you have any idea how much
evidence we got against him?
No. You got nothing.
You don't know Anthony.
He's a good man.
Yes, he was trouble but
that's all in the past, okay?
You have no idea what
this man has done for me,
for my mother when she
was sick, for my family!
When he got out,
he promised me that
he was gonna stay clean
for me and for my kid.
I understand.
Some guys,
they don't keep their promises.
You're right, they don't.
- Where's the bathroom?
- Straight back.
- Stop following me!
- I'm not following you!
- Just stop that!
- Don't touch me!
- Just stop... All right, all right!
- Don't touch me!
- Let me just...
- I don't ever wanna f***ing see you again!
You understand that?
You f***ing left me...
- I... I didn't leave you!
- You left me!
I didn't understand myself, I was
stupid, all right? That's all!
Why do you wanna f***ing
come back into my life?
You f***ing screwed up once,
and now you wanna f***ing take away the
one f***ing guy that has been good to me?
I have a kid with him!
You f***ing... You don't
f***ing understand!
For you, I was like... Oh
yeah, a good f***ing deal!
Do you know what it was
like every f***ing year?
I f***ing hate you. I hate you.
Hey.
No, no, no!
I wanna be with you.
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