Break Night Page #2

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about jumping your parole?

Jesus, you're

predictable, Jimmy.

I thought that was one of

the things you liked about me.

Oh, yeah.

There you go

understanding women again.

Look, I'm just trying

to make a fresh start.

Yeah, so what?

Is that supposed to include me

just dropping everything

and going with you?

Oh, yeah, 'cause you built

yourself quite the life here.

It's marvelous.

I'm blown away.

I'm so proud of you.

[Louly] Go to hell.

Look, I had this cellmate.

He's got this car service

down in Veracruz, right?

We're driving high priced tricks

back and forth to Mexico City.

Little light muscle work.

Says he's got a spot for me.

Keep reaching for

those stars, Jimmy.

I just gotta pay this debt

off and then we're gone.

What, another safe?

[Jimmy] No.

It's complicated.

I'm not going.

Pack your sh*t.

[Louly] You don't

get to do this, Jimmy.

- You're going.

- God damn it, Jimmy.

I'm not f***ing around.

You do not get

to f***ing do this!

[Jimmy] Do what?

You just leave for four years

and you think my

whole life just stops,

is that what you think?

What life, this f***ing sh*t?

[Louly] F*** you!

This is your f***ing life,

- this sh*t?

- F*** you!

It's gonna f***ing kill you,

- is what it's gonna do.

- What, oh, oh?

What the f*** do you care?

Look, just pack your

sh*t, you're going.

You never should've

come back, Jimmy.

Look.

You're all I got, okay?

I did my four years.

I am done, I am out.

Period, that's it.

Look, Jimmy, I'm tired

and I'm still wearing

last night's mascara.

[sighing]

[clothes rustling]

Your two minutes are up.

I'm gonna take a shower.

You can let yourself out.

I'm not going.

Leave, Jimmy.

[clattering]

Go!

Get the f*** out of here!

Leave me the f*** alone, okay?

[somber music]

[water splashing]

[metal clanging]

[kissing]

[upbeat music]

Very good.

But you know I'm still hungry.

Yeah?

So am I.

[Louly] You don't

have to do this.

[Cartoon] Winter's

coming, winter's coming.

I gotta do something.

What's this?

I've been working a

grave shift at a Food Barn

down in Belmont to keep

my head above water.

Life's a cabaret, ain't it?

There's gotta be more to

life than this, Jimmy.

That ship's sailed.

[Cartoon] A terrible

blizzard's coming.

[Cartoon] Ah, go on.

That guy don't know a shadow

from a hole in the ground.

Ship's sailed?

That's it?

You don't have a choice?

You are what you are.

The what don't change,

just the where and the how.

You get this bullshit

out of a f***ing

fortune cookie, Jimmy?

Or is this you just pretending

that you've read a book?

Jimmy Hill Senior.

I need some wheels.

[keys clanging]

It's the blue

Plymouth down front.

[keys clanging]

All right.

Pack up whatever you

wanna take with you.

We're gonna be gone

in a couple of days.

Unless you're dead.

Come on.

It could happen, right Jimmy?

Tomorrow could come around

and we could find you dead

in some f***ing gutter

with a f***ing bullet

- in your head!

- Okay, enough!

You know what, just

forget it, Jimmy, okay?

Do what you gotta do.

I don't even care.

Is there something

you wanna tell me?

I made a deal,

- Louly.

- So what?

With who?

That piece of sh*t

that who got you out?

What, you don't think

he's gonna f*** you

the first chance he gets?

Lou.

Jimmy.

We could leave here right now.

We could just go.

I made a deal, Louly.

You don't want me, Jimmy.

You think you do, but you don't.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey, listen to me.

You're all I got.

All right?

So we're gonna

make a fresh start.

[kissing]

[footsteps echoing]

[somber music]

[voices speaking on dispatch]

[heavy breathing]

[helicopter engine whirring]

[voices speaking on dispatch]

What'd I tell ya, Jack?

She's worth it, right?

Total pro.

Oh, yeah she's a real sport.

How long have you guys

been married, Ronnie?

[Ronnie] Three years.

Hm.

Doesn't seem like the

healthiest relationship

in the world, Ronnie.

You know what?

You and me, we had

a f***ing agreement.

I know, Jack.

It's serious, man.

Like right hand to God,

the last thing I

wanna do in the world

- was was come up short on you.

- Right hand to God.

Jesus Christ.

I'm your f***ing P.O.,

I'm not your priest.

Jack, man.

I set you up with a job.

400 bills a week, 150

of which you float me

for not bouncing your

ass back up to Chino.

And what do you do, lifetime

f*** up that you are?

[can crackling]

[slapping]

Hey.

Is he gonna pay for that?

Shut the hell up?

[speaking in foreign language]

Yeah, well, you managed

to get your ass fired,

which means not only

are you in violation

of the terms of your release,

I'm out 150 each week.

Best you can do

is let me throw a hump into

your f***ing wife to make good?

[phone buzzing]

I'm busy.

Yeah.

No, no, no.

Just listen.

My dance card's full, alright?

I got 22 habituals

the way it is.

No, no, no.

Don't f***ing send

it, god damn it.

Hey!

[phone beeping]

F***.

Jack.

You just gotta give me a

little more time, all right?

Two days.

Three days max.

In the meantime anytime you

get that itch, you know?

[cigarette sizzling]

Is she just gonna stand there

and eyeball me all goddam day?

Sorry.

Get back in the goddamn room.

F*** you, Ronnie.

[Ronnie] Just go, god damn it.

Well, f*** you.

I'm f***ing hungry!

Get back in the

f***ing room, all right?

I'll get you some

Chick-fil-A later.

You better.

And don't forget my cigarettes.

[liquid sloshing]

[phone beeping]

Hey, man, you play ball?

Yeah.

Jefferson.

Been about six years ago.

Corner?

Strong safety.

Put me both ways, too.

They lined me up at tight end.

I bet you were

fast as f***, huh?

4.6 40.

No joke.

Oh sh*t, 4.6?

Bet you wish you

hadn't smoked away

all that breakaway

speed when they got you

on that liquor store

hold-up last year, huh?

Yeah.

I guess so.

I was at Rochester, you

know, down South, CCL?

Champs two times

back to back, 89, 90.

Outside Linebacker.

Bang!

Yeah?

[phone buzzing]

Hey, man, why don't

you give me some privacy?

Yo, Jack, man.

This is my house.

Yeah, you're right.

You're right, Jack.

Take your time, man,

whatever you need.

Hey Lloyd, it's Jack Burbank.

Yeah, yeah.

No.

Shut the f*** up and listen.

Hey, hang on a second.

Whoa, whoa, where you going?

You said you

needed some privacy.

Outside.

I might go in for seconds.

Yeah.

Sure, Jack.

Like I said, man,

whatever you need.

Yeah, Lloyd.

You're not gonna believe

whose jacket I just

got assigned to me.

No, no, I'll give you a hint.

Last time you saw him

you wanted to put a bullet

in his f***ing head.

No.

No.

No.

Jesus Christ, how many guys

have you tried to

f***ing kill lately?

No, I'm talking

about Jimmy Hill.

[bouncy music]

[machine whirring]

Jesus.

You must've been staring

into that light too long.

[chuckling]

Son of a b*tch.

Four years.

When'd you get out?

Just this morning.

Jesus, you're on

the job already.

Can we talk inside?

Hayman RB-3 tri-bolt double

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