Focus Page #8

Tell you what, you steal us a car,

and I'll gather up the money.

I can't steal a car.

I've been working

for this prick Spaniard for three years...

...and he's got a guy at McEwen

and doesn't tell me?

What the hell ever happened to trust?

Are we almost there?

I bust my ass to get you

that EXR crap and... Agh.

And then the girl walked in.

Don't be an a**hole.

That any way to talk to your father?

You're not my father. You walked away.

I took you off the street.

Taught you my trade,

I taught you my passion.

Three generations of skills.

And in spite of all my earnest efforts,

in spite of all my hard work...

...you turned into a good person.

Well, I just...

Go figure.

And I left you on the street

for a good goddamn reason.

- Because I was soft.

- That just shows what you know...

...you dumb son of a b*tch.

We had a good thing going.

And then one day...

...like seven years in, we're running

this poker deal in Boston...

...and a guy pulled a gun.

F***ing gun. Glock.

First time I'd ever seen one.

And I'm just paralyzed.

Heh.

And all I could think about was the kid.

That night I walked. I never looked back.

Love'll get you killed in this racket.

No place for that sh*t here.

No happiness with that.

You know how they say

there's honor among thieves.

Well, you're no thief, Mellow.

You made your choice.

So I'm taking the money.

All of it.

Well, that explains a lot.

Yeah, that's Dad.

- No.

- Yep.

- No.

- Yep.

See you at Christmas.

One, two, ready?

Okay, that's good, that's good.

Okay, almost there.

I don't know what we're gonna do now.

We'll be fine.

How?

Trust me.

- I got you.

- Agh.

I got you.

(English - US - SDH)

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