Fathers' Day Page #2

[Music playing]

No, no, Ahab!

No!

No!

Stop it!

Stop it you ungrateful child!

AHAB:
Padre.

Give me five minutes.

John, I want you to have this.

FATHER SULLIVAN:
Oh, what is it?

AHAB:
For the road.

FATHER SULLIVAN:
Oh, thanks.

But unfortunately I don't drink.

AHAB:
It's maple syrup, John.

FATHER SULLIVAN:
Oh, well,

in that case... bottoms up.

AHAB:
You're a weird guy, John.

FATHER O'FLYNN:
It's only

gotten worse since you left.

More fathers raped and murdered.

The time has come for

you to finish what

You started as a young man.

I hurt a lot of people

in my life, Father.

I don't want to hurt anymore.

The Lord forgives you my son.

The Lord might

forgive me, but...

John will take you to the scene

of the most recent tragedy.

Be careful, my son.

I fear the Fuchman has...

[Coughing]

AHAB:
Don't worry

about me, Father.

You just work on

getting better, OK?

You heard the man, Padre.

[Music playing]

What took you so long?

Stegel.

How long's it been, Ahab?

12 years?

Now, it's funny.

In the time you've

been off the streets

We haven't had one

father raped, molested,

Tongue kissed, or otherwise.

I'm only here to help, Stegel.

Yeah, if memory serves

me correctly... fathers

Have a way of turning

up raped and killed

When you try to help.

Are you going to help me like

you helped old Bill Cummings?

You bastard.

I swear to God, Ahab, I

will take you down so hard

Your grandkids will feel it.

And if it were up to me, you'll

speak in bird-dog to the prison

Yards you cock-eyed f***!

I want one reason, Ahab.

Now, come on!

[Grunts]

What the hell is that?

Why don't you tell me?

What?

Is Fuchman some kind

of satanist now?

Now you listen to me

you son of a b*tch!

You and I both

know Chris Fuchman

Has been dead for 30 years.

Father's Day Killer, Cannibalman

Killer, Fat Boy F***er,

Cannibal Cock Killer!

Now, those damn reporters can

give it any name they want,

But I got my eye on you and

that degenerate sister of yours.

Chelsea?

Yeah, if your

dad's been involved,

I can count on her snooping

through my crime scene,

Disturbing evidence.

Entering an investigation is

an indictable offence, Ahab.

So you tell her I

said hi, and maybe

She'll listen when you suggest

she stick to what she knows.

Eh, turning tricks

with the Low Life club.

[Laughs mockingly]

Yeah, they always return

to the scene of the crime.

[Music playing]

DJ:
Nipples and dollars,

you'll be on stage two.

Nipples and dollars

for stage two, please.

What can I get you?

I'm looking for a girl.

Maybe you can help me.

In the back.

What?

I said in the back.

Talk to a manager.

DJ:
Gentlemen, pull

out those big rolls.

The ladies want

to see your wads,

And you got to

hold them up high.

Get ready to shower the

stage with dollar bills.

[Woman speaking indistinctly]

MARY (THROUGH DOOR): It's

not a crime if you tell

Somebody about it beforehand.

What?

Shut the f*** up!

Mary.

It's Sleazy Mary.

And what's it to...

Well, well, well.

It's been a long time, Mary.

It's been a long time.

Listen, I know you

don't owe me any favors.

And I don't expect you

to cut me any slack,

Especially after

the way I left you.

There was something

I needed to do.

And you're going to

have to learn to accept

It and move on, honey.

[Chuckles]

Good.

Good.

That was easier than I expected.

Listen, I'm going to need

a favor from you, Sleazy.

It's my sister.

I know she works

here, and I want

To get her out of this dive.

She's in a lot of trouble, Mary.

I was just hoping

you could help me

Get her out of this sh*t hole

before her life goes down

The drain like yours did

and she looks 30 years older

Than she is dealing with the

business end of a coat hanger

And...

[Grunts]

[Rock music playing]

DJ:
As the clock strikes

midnight in the Low Life,

A wildcat with a taste for

meat slinks on to the stage.

Gentlemen, would you make some

noise for the foxiest b*tch

In the city, the Luscious Lynx.

[Rock music playing]

Chelsea?

Hey, what's up?

What's up, man?

Chelsea!

Can I help you?

Where's Chelsea?

Who the f*** wants to know?

Ahab?

You know this guy?

Yeah, he's my brother.

You never told me

you had a brother.

No one tells me sh*t.

How did you get in here?

Your doorman took a break?

[Whimpering]

STRIPPER:
Oh, my God, Arty!

You got shot again?

Shot in the neck again.

You're all grown up.

Imagine that!

I grew up without you.

I was a mess.

I just wanted more

for you than this.

I'm sorry, Ahab.

What did you expect?

I was a little girl.

Yeah, well, I had

nothing to do with that.

They split us up after

mom and dad died so...

Do you have any

idea what it was

Like growing up in that

orphanage with the nuns?

I prayed every night that

you would come and find me,

But you never did!

I wrote you letters.

I guess it turns out my brother

only cares about himself.

So why don't you f*** off.

That's what you're best at.

Chelsea, I agree I might

have been a bad brother,

But I don't want you

putting your life

On the line over

some stupid vendetta

For the Father's Day killer.

Why not?

You did.

Well, I'm not my little sister.

And look where it got me.

No.

You did this to yourself.

I'm not some f***ing cowboy

running around shooting

At anything that moves.

I've done my homework.

And I'm going to finish

what you couldn't.

Get out.

Well, I'm sorry.

[Music plays in distance]

FATHER SULLIVAN:

(SINGING):
Come home.

Come home.

If you love me will you come...

Take me to the airport, John.

What?

Take me to the airport, John.

Ahab, she's just upset.

Give her some time.

I spent years living

in that forest, John.

Come the spring thaw I'd

tap those maple trees.

And I collected that sap.

And I boiled it down.

And I watched those

sugars caramelize.

I made some of the sweetest

syrups you can imagine, John.

But John, you let those syrups

sit, and they start to ferment.

And it loses all its goodness.

So Chelsea is like the

syrup that sat too long.

Why would you say that to me?

I'm sorry.

I misunderstood, brother.

So you are like

the wise old tree?

I'm like a tree?

That's a really mean thing

to say to somebody, John.

[Chuckles nervously]

[Shutter clicks]

[Screams]

TWINK:
Chelsea.

CHELSEA:
Twink, you

scared the sh*t out of me.

What's he doing here?

Nice to see you, too, b*tch.

He killed my dad.

Twink...

And I know... I know he's coming

for me because of what I saw.

Come on, sweetheart, you're

coming home with me tonight.

OK?

I just want my

dad back, Chelsea.

I know, Twink.

I know.

Come on, let's go.

[Sobbing]

WALNUT:
I'm not invited?

[Shutter clicks]

I don't know what these f***ers

are up to, but I don't like it.

Mark.

You said it, boss.

Answer to your boot, cockshit.

Mark.

What?

I'm sorry.

Can we get back to work?

I would love to.

I meant there's syrup in my

cabin fermenting as we speak.

I thought it was a metaphor.

I thought you were

saying that Chelsea was

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