Death Sentence Page #2

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Get your fixed up.

Sir, 'm sorry.

You need to stay back here.

- What?

- No, the doctors need to do theirjob, sir.

- Know,

but can't go in there?

Sorry.

Okay, he' be okay, right?

T's my son.

His name's Brendan.

Five

t's number five.

That's Joe Darey.

He's...

a kid.

He's a runt. Amost twenty-three.

And he's an anima.

Supposed to have some kind of a...

pre-tria, a hearing, tomorrow...

and they want me to go make a statement.

You want to go with me?

You go.

Put that anima in jai.

That's what the cops caed him.

Anima.

You're going to take that off?

The schoo said

they wanted to do a memoria

at the next game.

The team wanted to do something.

That's nice of them.

He woud have been paying.

Ti my body is dust.

Ti my sou is no more.

Wi ove you.

Love you.

Ti the sun starts to cry.

And the moon turns to rust.

Wi ove you...

ove you.

But need to know...

Wi you stay for a time forever...

and a day?

Then ' give my heart...

ti the end of our time...

forever and a day.

Today's easy.

Need you to sit there,

put the fear of God in this guy.

F the judge asks you,

you te him what you tod us,

and identify Darey in court.

Okay?

The minute get your statement in,

with you sitting right there...

the pubic defender's going to

wet his pants and fod.

' Make a dea in five minutes.

Get this guy in jai today, easy-peasy.

Dea? Wait.

Hang on, what do you mean?

What dea?

Want this guy to go away

for the rest of his ife.

No.

Can get you 3 to 5, guaranteed.

That's a very decent resut.

'M taking guaranteed time,

not maybe, not the jury

didn't fee up to it.

That's worth more than chasing some

make-beieve 10 to ife

and the guy waks free.

You want that?

He kied my son.

Mr. Hume. 've got one eyewitness. You.

That's nice.

But do you know how many cases

with one eyewitness

don't even bother to try for a dea on?

The machete magicay disappeared.

The ony bood we coud

find on that wease was his own

from when the car cipped him.

And you picked

the ony gas station in America

without a working surveiance camera.

We've just got your word.

That's not bad,

if can scare the guy into a dea.

You're using my son's death

ike some kind of card trick.

Look, get a banger off the street

a year or so,

somebody does my job for me...

he doesn't get out of there aive.

Fine with me.

He finds Jesus. Fine with me.

But we get reigion and go to trai,

as much as 'd ove to...

and the defense starts working on.

"When was your ast eye exam?"

"What do you have

against inner city youth?"

And how unfair it is for them

to grow up so vioent...

how they're forced into initiation kiings

or face execution themseves.

You want ajury feeing sorry

for this f***er? Huh?

You want him to wak?

Wait, you said...

initiation kiing.

Thought this was a robbery.

T ony ooked ike one.

T was an initiation.

You ki someone at random

to get made in a gang.

T's the price of admission.

Are you saying that Brendan was kied...

so that some asshoe

coud fee more ike a man?

So that he coud be in some cub?

This is a 'take it or eave it' thing,

sorry to say.

Your Honor, 'd ike to enter

the statement of a witness...

present at the time of the attack,

father of the victim.

We can enter that at tria,

can we not, Mr. Behring?

Beieve, your honor,

if we enter it today...

defense wi change their pea to guity.

Save the peope the time

and expense of a tria.

That's the statement?

Mr. Hume?

Mr. Hume?

You're giving evidence that

Mr. Darey here, before your eyes...

attacked your son and caused his death?

You're saying you wi testify to that

in a tria?

No, your honor, am not.

What?

T was dark.

There were a ot of them.

Can't be sure anymore.

Mr. Behring...

do you expect to obtain evidence

other than Mr. Hume's here?

No, your honor, do not.

'M dismissing this case.

Mr. Darey, you're reeased from custody.

You may return with a baiiff

to the hoding ces...

to retrieve your persona effects.

Joe.

You beat that sh*t. You beat that.

You the man.

That's it.

Come on, et's go.

You beat that rap pretty f***ing good,

huh? 'm proud of you.

Who's a man now?

Know.

Get in the car.

Have a nice fun time

with this one here, wease.

- Okay. - A right?

'M proud of you.

A right?

Dad?

Dad?

What are you doing?

Nothing.

Hey, what are you doing?

Don't pay with that. Put it down.

So it was...

ike a...

gas station.

Where Bren got kied?

Yeah, it was a gas station.

Why do you want to know?

Just...

you know, wondered where he died.

Yeah.

T was...

a Stop-Spot in Rockside.

Do you...

Do you think he was scared?

Yeah, Luke, do.

Think he was scared.

How did it go?

They et him go.

They did what? Why?

Don't think it was him.

We, but you said it was him.

You said they had him.

Are they going to keep ooking?

Yeah, they said they woud.

Oh, Jesus.

'M sorry. What do you want me to do?

'M sorry.

Eft something at the office.

'D better go back.

Now?

- Nick.

- ' Be home as soon as can.

Oh, God, what am doing?

F***ing piece of sh*t.

F***.

Jesus.

F*** man. You f***ing scared the shi...

Hey, wait a minute.

You f***ing kidding me?

You?

F***.

F***.

F***.

F***.

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

Oh, f***.

Oh, you know mom's perfect.

Oh, we, that's for sure.

Nah, got nothing.

Want to be just ike you, dad.

Oh, that's what ike to hear.

'Ve been meaning to do this for months.

T's very grown-up of you to hep.

Hi, guys.

Hey.

What happened?

Sipped in the driveway.

Honey. Oh, my God. Look at you.

You're a mess.

T's okay, cut my head. That's a.

Are you a right?

Fine, yeah. That's okay.

No, it's not okay.

'M going to take a shower.

Okay, 'm going to get bandages.

' Bring them up.

How you doing, kid?

You okay?

'M okay.

Guess.

Good.

That's good.

'M going to take a shower.

Brendan Hume, you've just won MVP.

What do you have to say for yoursef?

Can take this aready? Can take this?

Number one...

Brendan Hume, our goden boy.

Oh, honey.

Oh, God.

- Oh, God.

- Baby. T's okay.

'M so sorry.

- Oh, God.

- T's okay.

- 'M so sorry.

- T's okay.

Oh, God. 'm so sorry.

Yo, Biy.

Watch the f***ing pieces.

For Chris' sake, they're worth something,

unike you.

Where you been, Nancy?

What the f*** you ca that?

That's our night.

When take pity on you

and your f*ggot haf-wit friends...

give you a coupe of corners to run...

you better deiver for me...

or ' know you been deaing,

and ' ki you.

You coud be the prince of Pan-Yan...

if you f***ing ight-bag me,

' f***ing ki you.

Lord knows 've been patient.

Yes.

You can get the f*** out of my sight now.

F***ing haf-wit.

What?

What?

Somebody f***ing te me

what the f*** is going on.

You hear?

Joe, dude.

Somebody stuck him.

He's dead.

What?

You're ying.

Man he's gone.

Hey.

How you guys faring?

You getting through?

Yeah, we're okay.

You find compensations.

That's what we do, right?

We compensate for our osses.

Move on.

F anything ike that

ever happened to me, 'd just...

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