Knockaround Guys Page #6

tryin' to be tough guys?

F***in' great. Great to see

you guys throwin' in like that.

I mean, l didn't expect

to see you so early.

I thought we were

gonna meet later...

but still, you guys were

like the goddamn cavalry.

Where's Scarpa?

He stepped out.

Why? What's goin' on?

Where's your f***ing cousin?

Wait. Matty said

nothing would happen to me.

-Check with Teddy.

-Who do you think sent us?

Come on. Where's Scarpa?

I don't know.

This is no time

for bean shootin'.

-Maybe he's at the hotel?

-We were at the hotel, Marbles.

Well, then, l don't know

where the f*** he is.

Well, l guess

it's Just you, then.

Believe this?

It's almost time.

I'm telling you, Marbles

and Scarpa are bailin' on us.

That's about the only thing

you can count on in this life.

There's nobody wouldn't hurt you

if it helped them.

Yeah, well, l know that now.

You ready? Let's go.

Shouldn't be long now, Donnie.

We Just walk right into it.

IKeep this guy talkin',

all right?

Turn off the part of your brain

that thinks. Just react.

It's gonna be a lot louder

than you can f***in' believe...

and you might not hit a thing.

Come on. Over there.

So, where are

the other two clowns?

Where the f*** is my money?

No, we want to see

the other two.

Come to think of it,

we can find them later.

Slow down, Farmer Brown.

Jim, don't point

a f***ing gun at me.

-F***! l knew it!

-Shut up.

I know you thought this was

a manageable situation...

but some situations

are unmanageable.

Now, is a dumb sh*t like you...

at least smart enough

to bring the money?

Hey, arsehole!

Put 'em down.

Put the guns down!

What the f*** is he doin' here?

Well, it's like this, Don.

There's a lot of money

in the bag.

Holy sh*t!

-Chris.

-Holy sh*t.

-I thought you'd left us.

-No, l had to come back.

Where's Marbles?

What?

l thought he left with you.

No.

He said he wouldn't leave.

Let's see what we got here.

It was you.

-You came out here to do this.

-I know what l told you, kid...

but nobody fucks up

like your friends did here...

and comes out of it clean. No.

Bullshit. You came out here

to take that money.

There were never any shortages.

You're the one who's been...

robbing from my father,

you son of a b*tch.

Matty, it's not like that.

Stop f***in' tellin' me

how it is, Teddy.

My whole life,

you been tellin' me how it is.

You've been lying to me.

You put me in that basement

with Bobby Boulevard...

'cause you knew

it would break me.

You came here tonight

to kill me.

Tell me l'm wrong.

Go ahead. Tell me l'm wrong

about any of it.

What the f***

do you want to know?

I did what l did.

Walkin' off

that handball court...

dumping game after game

to your f***ing old man.

Can l tell you,

l could beat his arse...

carrying a lawn chair

in my left hand...

so, yeah, now l'm takin' mine.

-No, you're not.

-I'm not?

What are you gonna do, Matty?

You gonna shoot me?

You're not gonna shoot me.

I got shoes

older than you, kid...

and tougher, too.

Taylor?

There it is.

Good.

This'll finally get me out of

the sh*t that Teddy put me into.

Yeah, that's good.

Look,

l know l was wrong about you.

Matty,

you can come in with me now.

You know, there was a time

l really wanted to hear that.

Ever since l was a kid,

l've been tryin' to live up...

to what l thought

you wanted me to be.

I f***ed up my whole life

for it...for you.

Matty, l thought

it was what you wanted.

I never wanted you

in this thing.

That's what you said, but you

know the truth, same as l do.

You never once looked at me

like l was a man.

You never would have, either,

if l hadn't have done this.

I'm out.

I'll see ya, Pop.

You told him?

Yeah, l did.

Good.

You're finally done with it.

Done with this, too.

-What now?

-Now?

Now we get the hell outta here.

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