Blowtorch Page #2

- I Forgot my cigarette lighter in a car.

We have cigarettes here.

No, I have a new package in the car.

Thanks anyway. I will shortly.

Davey, why do you work not instead?

There you will destroy the area.

I have a job, Dezy. -To Sell

sh*t in the park is not a job.

What do you sell sh*t here? Dad sat here for

20 years and pissed away everything he earned.

He was a good man. He took care of you,

your mother, your brother and your sister.

You did not live with him every day.

No, I did not, but...

Dave Willis. Ja, sir.

Yes, sir. I stay here. I'll wait here. Bye.

Hell.

- Mike Went out and fetched cigarettes.

- Cigaretter?

How many times must I explain?

I told you in there.

I want to hear it again.

I went out to the car. I had forgotten

my cigarettes there. I smoked one.

It must have been one hell of a cigarette.

Then I saw the guy come

springandes out of the bar.

Can you identify the guy? No,

he had a ski mask on him.

-And you? Do you know who the guy is? -No.

Do you think your friend here?

- Yes.

So?

So no one knows the mysterious masked man?

How do we know? It's probably a guy

that he has diluted the booze for.

You know what?

If you were not involved so does

anyone wonder if you can identify him.

And if you were involved...

So I have kept on longer than you two.

F***ing cops. They left my car at the

park, someone learns to break into it.

Adds you never? You just

killed someone, Mike.

Do you say it again, you will regret it.

I was not even there.

That's enough for me. I quit.

Do not touch me, dammit!

Come on, Davey. I have

clean stuff at my house.

We go there and forget this. How about it?

- Where are you going?

- I am going home!

Damn it.

- You Have a download today.

- Today, Then it's over.

- And Ache again.

- I do.

- Dave, You go up? She is half past one.

Yeah, right.

Should I make breakfast for you?

- No it is good.

Do you follow at Bernard's football game?

I can not today, I'm busy.

- What Are you so busy? -Start Not now.

I gotta go.

42,75.

I got $ 53 and 40 cents.

- 57.90.

Five dollars was to disks,

we share the rest. 41 was.

That's unfair, you pull out less.

- We share the tips.

It's not schyst against us. You're an

old lady, what are you doing here?

Here, take them. I have

enough problems as it is.

Here are all the problems.

Hey, Bobby.

- Jobbigt Shift?

- You Do not look to hit back often enough.

- I am too tired.

It looks like you let people take

advantage of you. Just a thought.

Not me. No using me. Would anyone

have anything they receive it or not.

The point is that it's me who decides.

You should try it sometime.

Tack.

Why, look.

Davey, Mickey wants filling.

You may well leave a bag?

- Or No, leave two.

- Okay.

- By The way, you locked

the gate well? -Hell.

Come on, y'all.

What a f***ing amateur.

What John Hancock. I have things to do.

See you.

Central Locking System gate.

Yeah, I always check the gate.

In four years we have been here.

Now 40 bags disappeared.

I signed on... We see it.

So where is the money?

Do you think this is cool?

It is acceptable to steal?

I have not stolen from you.

That's unacceptable.

200 bags for $ 10 each to

get 2000 dollars in cash.

We take no returns. We accept cash.

He shows me the records.

They might have miscalculated.

How much are you back?

-I do not know. 1 500.

I can give you five, six

hundred, but that's all.

We go to the park and work.

- No.

No, I'll get the money.

Hello! Mr Willis, how is it?

Have you got a minute?

-Yes. We may well talk to you outside?

Yes, take a cigarette.

Certainly.

This will cheer me up.

Check.

I stole it from the landlord's garage

to have anything to cook with.

I can only earn money in the park.

I just do it until I have them.

A little unexpected intelligence.

Let me talk to Canarsie. I'm working

tonight if you have something to sell.

No, I take care of Canarsie.

He knows me better.

But yes, you can work for me tonight.

It will help you with the mortgage.

It feels like...

As the lungs expand and to

breathe the mountain air.

- That's right. Yes. Not at all.

- Dave Is schyst.

What is your problem? He just came.

I will call you.

- What did you say?

- Dave Is schyst.

- So? Why was he in the bar?

- It was a mistake.

There have been many mistakes.

He was talking to a cop.

- Not Dave.

- I was there.

Canarsie said you had said he

was very nervous at the bar.

Who said you were interrogated by the cops?

- I fixed it.

It is not fixed! There I decide, not you.

Where is my money? I want to know.

Where are my 2000?

He's working on it. -How The hell either.

I'll handle it. Out.

Come on. F***ing idiot.

Can not you borrow them? What the hell!

You say that all earn fortunes.

Why are you bitching over 2000?

Shall I tell you?

They think you might be

doing it on purpose. What?

They think you know too

much and can exploit them.

Yes. Davey, you have to fix

the cash fast. You must.

I had helped you if I was not broke.

Meet me in the park for a

few hours, we'll fix this.

You need to stop talking to the cops.

- I did not say anything.

Hell.

Hi. Good to have you home. Help here.

That was the only thing your father did.

- When He was not drunk.

- Start Not now. He just sat drunk

on the couch with a cigarette.

- Let Me, so he shouted. He was

your father, you must respect him.

Respect him? All the street jokes

that he still owes them money.

I have never had a quiet day.

People still pounding on

the door and threaten us.

I had to give them my

mother's wedding ring.

It was all I had.

Pick it up there. Picking it up, I said.

We're leaving.

Are you a snitch?

I asked if you're a snitch.

I've never squealed on anybody.

Mike knows. -Mike, Say

that I've never squealed.

Mike, what the hell? I have not said sh*t.

Tell me, Mike.

I have not talked to the police.

I did not say a word.

Say something, Mike. Say something, dammit.

Do not just sit there, damn it!

- Canarsie, I said nothing.

Tell me, Mike. Mike, tell me

that I have not said anything!

I did not say anything! Please!

Run biljveln here.

Hell.

Die, you f***ing golare.

- Hi.

- Hi.

Where he went in? We fished

him up at the fence.

This is the guy from the

bar the other night.

I tried to talk to him. He could

well not stick to the skin.

Even a corpse in the channel.

Okay.

Are you Mrs. Willis? Detective Hogan

from the New York Police Department.

He has unfortunately been killed.

- Oh my God!

It feels like something on the news.

You can get through this.

I am here for you.

Thank you for is this to me.

- You Had done the same for me.

You must be strong for the children.

They are strong. They can do this.

Mrs. Willis, thank you for coming here.

Again, I'm very sorry.

Tack.

- Klarar You really believe

this today? -Yes.

This came from the coroner.

Born 17 May 1992 Death November 8th...

-It Is well all you get.

-

I am concerned about the

circuits your son's moved in.

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