Fingers Page #4

- Let me ask you a question.

- What?

Ever since you were a kid,

did I ever break my word to you?

No.

You can't blame me if I expect

the same thing from you.

I've been trying, Dad.

This guy isn't easy.

Forget about easy!

For chrissakes! If it was easy,

I could've hired some a**hole.

I called him, I...

Get rid of him!

I can't do that. I never...

Never? Forget never. This is now.

Dad, I...

Listen.

You look in my eyes.

Look in my eyes!

- This won't get your money back.

- Don't you talk down to me, Jimmy!

You know goddamn well...

...this is not about money!

- I can't.

Are you looking to stick your prick

up my ass?

- What are you talking that way for?

- That's what you're doing!

Stop that, Dad! Will you, please?

Jimmy!

You gotta do this thing for me.

Now I need you.

- I can't.

- Can't?

Not now.

Not now? I should have strangled you

in your crib.

- Hey, man, what the f*** you want?

- Her.

Man, you don't even understand her ass.

I want you to come with me, Carol.

I want you to stay with me now.

If you don't, I won't be able

to want you again.

Well, give me a f***ing answer!

See how you are? See what you do, huh?

See what you do?

You shouldn't do that sh*t.

- Hello?

- Yeah, it's over. You got that?

I said it's over. Just don't

try nothing and you won't get hurt.

Hello?

Dad.

Dad?

Dad!

What's on your mind, pal?

Look at it, you f***ing cocksucker!

You wanna die?

You wanna f***ing die?!

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