Blood Ties Page #6

You, uh...

You see your brother,

you talk to him?

No.

Let me go inside...

- Do you need anything?

- No.

He, uh...

He told me he tried to call you

and come to see you but

you didn't want to.

I got my reasons, Pop.

He's getting married

soon, and, I mean...

He's your brother.

Well, that ain't everything.

I'll let you two deal with it.

What's wrong with us?

What's wrong with us?

What's wrong with you?

What's wrong with me?

I'm f***ing dying,

that's what's wrong with me.

I...

I know that you think I was

always better, I was...

I favored Chris.

- Hey... you...

- No, no, no, listen to me.

You know, when...

When your mother left,

you weren't more than

a year and a half.

I was...

very resentful.

You know, about your mother...

Every time I looked

at you, I... I saw her.

And you can't imagine how much...

how much you look like her.

And she...

She was beautiful.

I know this is,

you know just all wrong,

it's... I mean... it's... It's wrong and

it's a horrible god-awful thing to say

but it took me time...

not... not to think

of you as a burden.

I mean that doesn't excuse that

I wasn't with you all the time,

but all that,

with all of that,

all of it,

I just...

I just want you to know...

I think that you're a hell

of a good man, Frank.

And...

I don't know why this is so hard

for me to say all the time,

but I guess it was my dad too...

But I love you, son,

I... I love you

and I'm very proud.

I love you and I'm proud.

It's all right, Pop.

I can see it's hard to be a father.

Yeah.

But...

not really though.

Not really.

Hey, banana-head, what

are you doin' over there?

Huh? Come on, swings...

So you can be here this afternoon?

Yeah, I'll be here.

Okay, thank you.

I'm sorry, Frank.

About what?

About the fight we had.

You're sorry about

the fight we had?

"You might see me on Friday"?

I don't know what

you're talking about,

but I got something to tell you...

I'm gonna get married in two weeks

and I really want you to be there.

I know you'll come, Frank.

You got a great heart.

I know you'll come.

Congratulations!

How are you? How are you?

It's good to see you.

You look gorgeous!

Of course I do!

You talked to Frank?

Yeah, yeah, he's...

He... he said he'd come.

He was supposed to come by the

house. I think he's been delayed.

Delayed?

Delayed my f***ing ass.

Everybody can I have your

attention, a few words...

Hey, just give me a minute!

I was nine years old

when my pop died.

He was a good man.

That was the toughest

day of my life.

I wasn't left with

much, you know, uh,

a mother who was never home,

or who couldn't care less.

No brothers, no sisters...

Nothing.

That day I became part

of Chris's family.

I never went hungry.

Nobody bullied me.

He became my older brother,

the family I never had.

I was just... I was just a

kid three houses down...

And he did that for me.

I gladly call you my friend, even

more important, you're my brother.

And I love you.

So let's raise a glass

and wish these two beautiful people

a wonderful and prosperous

future together...

- Salud!

- Salud!

Oh, look who it is.

You gotta be kidding me.

Get in.

- Bye, papi!

- Bye.

Nice location.

How many of these did

you say you had?

Got two more which should

be finished in a month.

I pay the rent, take

care of the fines.

If you're interested, you take care

of the rest. You collect the money,

make sure the girls are

working, not fighting,

finding new talent...

As for us, we want nothing to

do with the girls. Understood?

What's in it for me?

You gotta name your price.

Thousand a week.

You don't sell yourself short.

Do you know who's gonna

spend that money?

I'm doing all of this sh*t

to feed them, remember?

All right.

But your girls are gonna have

to make at least 3,000 a week.

Are you in?

Yeah. But one condition,

I ain't hooking no more.

Long as I get the

money, I don't care.

Now listen, no f***ing drugs.

I want a clean house. I hear anything

like that going on with them...

Um...

That's over. I'm clean.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

Trust me,

this is just the beginning.

You wanna try it out?

Come on, Chris...

F*** me.

You're dying to, I know you are.

I just got married.

Yeah...

And?

It'll be your wedding present.

Come on...

Here is one of the rooms.

Room. Bathroom.

Another room.

And another room!

Come!

And when you're done,

you put your take in here.

And no drugs in the house.

We stay clean, am I clear?

You stay here.

Open up!

Holy sh*t!

Get down here, you

f***ing piece of sh*t!

I wanna see my

daughter, you hear me?

You got my wife, my kid...

Who the f*** do you think I am?

Vanessa!

Come on, Frankie boy.

Is that all you got?

Shut your f***ing mouth!

You f***ing coward!

You're f***ed, you

know that, right?

Shut your mouth!

Watch your head, now...

- You f***!

- Listen.

We're not gonna be able to hold him for

too long. You know that, don't you?

All right. Take care of yourself.

I think maybe we should leave

town for a little while.

Wait for things to cool down.

He won't cool down.

How ya doin'?

Can I come in?

You're going on a trip?

I... We're gonna...

Go away for a little

while in the morning.

Where'll you go?

Bridgeport.

Oh, Kellner's old place?

Oh, uh, Pop left a box

of old movies for you.

Now listen, Frank.

You didn't come to the wedding.

I been thinking about

it, and that's all right.

But Natalie's pregnant.

And we want you to consider

being godfather to our child.

It's gonna be the best thing

I've ever done in my life.

But I gotta tell

you, if you say no,

I'm gonna be really pissed.

You look really good.

Thanks.

Yeah. It's ironic, you know?

I'm sittin' here in a ratty

old T-shirt and jeans,

and you got on you your fancy suit,

and probably rolled

up in a nice car.

If you're gonna give me a f***ing

lecture, you can forget about it.

See, I can't ever trust you again.

Which is why I'm gonna do it.

I'll be the godfather to your kid.

Yeah, he's been out

a couple days...

Look who we got here!

It's been a while. How you doin'?

Good night.

What's up, man?

I heard about your

little score, nice job!

- Thanks.

- How's the family?

Enjoy your night.

You never know when

sh*t gets ugly, right?

What the f*** is that

supposed to mean?

Your brother, you know...

Now you listen to me,

you f***in' punk.

You touch a hair on

my brother's head,

and I will f***ing kill you.

You understand?

- Have you got any tape?

- Jesus, what do you wanna do?

I need him to disappear

for a few days.

Don't you think he'll be more than a

little pissed off when you let him go?

- Then he'll really go after your brother.

- My brother's leaving the city tomorrow.

We need to keep him

here until Friday.

Chris, he's gonna come after you.

Let's f***ing do him now.

Let me handle this.

Help me tie him up.

Chris!

Yeah...

What the f*** are you doing here?

You think I belong to you?

- I don't belong to you, I belong to me.

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