Down the Shore Page #6

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You can't do anything

on your own.

You can't even

steal my money.

You had to send your friend Bailey in

to do a man's job.

Pathetic loser."

I told him I just--

I told him

to shut the f*** up,

but he kept it up.

He said he was--

he was gonna call the police,

he was gonna have us both locked up.

I grabbed the gun.

I just-- I just--

I just wanted him to stop.

F***ing prick.

He said, "How are you

gonna shoot a goddamn gun?

A sorry f*** like you

with no balls?

How you gonna stand up

and take what's yours?"

I told him...

"By squeezing

the trigger, Dad.

That's how."

You killed your father?

Yeah.

The meek shall

inherit the Earth, right?

And Cabott Reed's fortune.

The only trouble is, I...

kinda run it into

the ground, you know?

Maybe you need a partner.

To run the business.

Wake up, come on.

Are you listening

to me, Bailey?

Yep, what's going on?

Will you be able to drive?

Yes.

- What's going on?

- You are leaving.

Oh, I'm leaving.

It's not that simple.

You sit behind the wheels,

and you just drive away.

Simple.

Oh, "just drive away."

Yes.

And what do I do for money?

Okay.

Take that.

It's for you.

I don't know if you're a good guy

or a f***in' con artist.

I don't get you.

You're free.

You can go.

And what about Wiley?

Don't worry about Wiley.

I will take care of him.

Trust me, you can go.

Dear Bailey...

I'm so sorry

for not saying good-bye.

You've been such

a good brother.

How could I tell you

I was dying?

I got this skin cancer.

I think all those summers

we spent on that crummy beach

are to blame.

But...

I didn't want to stay home

and cry about it.

I needed to get away

and see some of this world.

I'm in Paris.

I'm in love,

and I'm living for both of us.

Please be happy, Bailey.

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