Mr. Six Page #6

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All he did wander the streets everyday.

He never cared about my well-being.

Never cared?

Is that why he still got you out?

Even pawned me his house?

No matter what, he'll live.

Auntie Chatterbox.

You try living with him.

Listen to him talk about that old crap everyday

always bullshitting.

That's no bullshit, Bobby.

Auntie was 16, when I saw their real sh*t.

You know Scrapper?

He was a kid from the military.

In '83, your dad and 4 or 5 guys faced off again

dozens of them. Got in a fight right on the skating rink.

Your dad took on a dozen men with one blade.

He couldn't be taken down.

Back when your dad got serious,

it was damn scary.

So all he can do is fight, Auntie Chatterbox.

Big deal.

It's not just about fighting.

Your dad is different from most people these days.

That feeling...

Well... I can't describe it in words.

Let's put it this way Bobby.

People have their good and bad sides,

lucky and unlucky times.

Except this time, he's running out of luck

but no one ever expects it.

You're his son.

He's got no one else.

Who else can he ramble to?

I'll live with you at home, but there's one thing.

Don't tell me what to do.

Done.

Consider this an apology.

From now on let's understand each other.

Lower your cup.

Show respect.

Understand each other...

I still can't f***ing understand.

Tell me, what do you kids think about all day?

Besides chasing money

Chasing girls

What else do you chase?

Chase a good time.

Whatever makes you happy.

What if your happiness

causes someone else's pain?

Then it has nothing to do with me.

Today, we gotta get to the bottom of this.

Bobby,

Tell me...

That girl was someone else's, right?

This problem you caused. Did you f*** up or what?

You got in trouble

your group of unfaithful friends all split.

Did anyone care?

And kids like Kris

think it's okay to hit others people,

but won't take a hit themselves.

Is that f***ing fair?

If people in this world don't have principles

then what to be become?

So what about your world with principles?

Apart from fighting

What else do you know?

Even fights

have rules

and principles.

A bunch of hooligans

like hell you had principles.

You kids are the real hooligans to me.

Does nothing from past mean anything to you?

Like what?

A least,

a man's gotta be a man.

I don't care about them

not that I f***ing can.

You're my son, I can't f***ing stand your soft, sissy look.

When your mom was alive...

Don't f***ing talk about my mom!

Stand up.

What's up?

You wanna hit me?

Hit me.

Since, you're my dad,

since you love using violence.

Since there's no one else you can hit.

Hit me.

Fine.

You're all grown up.

Hit you?

I wouldn't dare.

How about you hit me, daddy?

You're the dad.

You ran away in '96, dad.

Do you know how we survived?

You know mom got hit by a car in the winter?

She lay on the hospital floor, alone.

From the moment you spent those years in jail

did you have any idea how I survived?

You really think it wasn't a big f***ing deal?

I'm asking you.

I'm asking you, daddy.

Fine.

Can we not bring up to past anymore? Okay?

How about I kneel down before you?

Alright.

I'll kneel down to you.

Bobby.

Look at yourself.

You're over 20.

Be honest with me. What's your plans for the future?

Your noodles.

Piss off.

I'll be honest with you.

I've always thought about

opening a bar here.

Alright.

Sounds like a plan.

Show me what you got in your pockets. Let's see.

How will you open one?

Open a bar my ass

Your ass?

Fine.

What about you?

After all these years

just gonna keep wandering till you're old?

I'm already old.

Bobby

All I want is to see you.

Find a nice wife.

And have kids.

Can we speak realistically?

Realisticly, sure.

Right up ahead.

A bottle of beer sells for 35 at those bars.

Their location, isn't as even as nice as ours.

Let's sell it at 20.

We won't have couches.

Only long wooden benches.

And at the head of the table?

A big-ass wooden armchair.

On each chair we'll drape a tiger skin on it.

Above the entrance we'll hang a sign,

three words.

Hall of Brothers.

Kid, sound alright?

That's enough.

Stop talking crap.

Come on.

Cheers.

This is a middle-aged man. He was

diagnosis with coronary heart disease.

He had a cardiac a few days ago. We found three blocked

vessels. We recommend bypass surgery, but he refused.

An hour ago, this patient was found

at home with evident alcohol poisoning.

They found 3500mg in his body.

He unconscious, slow respiration.

Family members need to wait outside.

Please let me through.

Get the cath lab.

Excuse me, please don't interrupt us.

Test ECG.

Get the cath lab.

Alright Matchstck, thanks for your help.

We should get the boys back sometime.

Have a get-togetther.

Sure.

Give this money to Mr. Six.

You already paid for everything.

It's no use, he won't even take it.

You keep it.

Keep me posted.

He's awake, I'm gonna go.

Was that Matchstick?

ER, the ward imported meds - he paid it all.

Who took their pants off are let him show?

Let it go, Mr. Six.

You're already like this,

give it up and rest here a couple days.

I gotta go.

Zhang Xuejun,

Matchstick came to show that he cares.

That's loyalty.

So what's the problem?

No problem.

Never said there's a problem.

Doctor, can you put it more simply?

Basically,

there are three affected vessels,

the worst one is 90% affected.

We need to perform bypass surgery ASAP.

But whether we do it or not,

is for the family to decide.

We'll do it.

Nope.

Then you'll die.

I'll die if I do it.

Listen to me,

Western medicine just treats people like parts.

One part breaks, they take it apart.

People that are perfectly fine end up dead.

Whatever you do. don't listen to them.

It doesn't matter.

Once Bobby signs and they put you under,

you won't know a thing.

After that the surgeons will do whatever they need.

Aside from surgery, nothing else will do the trick?

We do.

Conservative treatment.

Keeps you alive but won't cure you.

Perfect.

I like that.

Conservative treatment.

That's a good plan. I'll be more careful, take my medicine.

We'll be fine.

Right?

Chatterbox.

Come here.

I've never begged you for anything, have I?

Assume it can't be done.

Aren't you usually fearless?

She's asking you.

Aren't you usually fearless?

Everyone

has their weaknesses.

Come here, come here. Sit down.

One's body is a gift from one's parents

Am I right?

If you said it,

then it's always right.

They take a little knife, poke it aroud inside you,

without you seeing a thing.

Who wouldn't

get numbed out?

Bobby.

Dad is begging for a favor.

In the whole world

you're the closest one I have.

I'm the closest one?

Auntie Chatterbox isn't close?

A woman?

Zhang Xuejun.

What if we switched places,

and it was my body.

Would you have made me get surgery?

What you just said...

It's not certain.

We'll never know.

Make sure he takes his meds,

avoid greasy foods, drink less.

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