Run All Night Page #5

I ordered him a lobster.

Waitress brings it out.

Big as this table. Beautiful, too.

He takes a look at it, and he says,

"do you have any chicken fingers?"

Thanks.

How's Rosie?

Hell of a thing to know you're never gonna

make the woman you love happy again.

I'm here asking

for my son's life, Shawn.

I pulled the trigger. I killed Danny.

You wanna send someone for me,

tell me when.

I'll keep the door open,

I'll put my gun on the table.

Michael...

he's a good kid. He's got a family.

He don't deserve this.

Michael was not gonna talk.

If Danny hadn't shown up...

You think I sent him there? I told him

to stay put. He wouldn't listen.

- He was into some bad sh*t, Shawn.

- Don't talk to me about my son.

I'm gonna do what I have to do

to protect Michael.

If that means I gotta talk to someone...

- Talk to someone?

- Cops. John Harding.

- The things I know.

- Things that mattered twenty years ago?

What, you think the feds are parked

outside, listenin' to this conversation?

Take a look out there. Nobody gives

a sh*t about what you know anymore.

Nobody gives a sh*t about you.

You die tomorrow, you'd rot away

alone in your bedroom

until the stench gets so bad the neighbors

got no choice but to call the cops.

Wouldn't be any point in having a funeral

because no one would come.

He shoots! Forty seconds to go.

Kick save by Lundqvist.

I'm the only one ever cared about you.

And all of that ended an hour ago

when you killed my son.

I'm comin' after your boy

with everything I got.

- I won't let you take him, Shawn.

- You got no choice.

And when it's done, and it will be done,

you and I are gonna meet

back here at this restaurant,

at this same table that I used

to share with my boy,

and I'm gonna look you in the eyes,

just like you're looking me

in the eyes right now,

and I'm gonna see how empty they are

without your son in the world.

Same thing I saw in my wife's eyes.

Same thing you're seein' in my eyes.

And when I see that...

then I'll let you die.

Lundqvist couldn't get his stick on it.

And it just missed. Two, one...

And it is over at the Garden.

The Rangers win it 3-2.

Thanks for the drink.

Where do you think you're going?

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Easy.

I left my wallet in my seat.

I'm leaving town tomorrow.

- I'm screwed without it. Please.

- All right. Take this guy down to his seat.

- Thanks, pal.

- All right.

Easy, fellas. Game's over.

No re-entry. Sorry.

- Sir!

- I got it! Thank you!

- What'd he say?

- You need to get your family out.

Remember the cabin I used

to bring you to when you were a boy?

Up by north-south shore? Take the

throughway all the way up to Haines falls.

- Yeah.

- You'll be safe there.

Stay here.

Yeah, that's... that's Danny.

That's my son.

Who's that man, Daddy?

It's nobody, honey.

Let's get in the car.

- You know where you're going?

- I'll find it.

Hey, babe. Look at me.

It's gonna be okay. Go.

What're you doing? Get in the car.

- If I run now, I'll never stop running.

- Michael. You have to leave the city.

There's this kid I train

down at the boxing gym.

He was with me in the car

at Danny's house. He saw everything.

Can you keep me alive

long enough to get to him?

I'll drive.

Get me Price.

So you keep in touch

with your mom's side of the family?

What, you're the big

family supporter now?

Listen, I came home a few times.

Your mom and I tried to work things out.

The only time you ever came home

was when you needed a place to lay low.

And I'd find a gun

hidden in every room in the house.

And I'd be scared to death

that you'd end up like cousin Billy.

- This is Price.

- I got a job for you.

Two people. I'll double your quote.

But it's gotta be done by the morning.

They killed two cops and a couple

of squarehead gangsters in Queens.

The whole city's huntin' 'em down.

I need you to get there first.

What are their names?

Michael and Jimmy Conlon.

- You're f***in' with me, right?

- You want the job or not?

Conlon? I'll kill

that motherf***er for free.

Just make sure his son dies first.

Your next one, is it a...

a boy or a girl?

A boy.

Boy? Got a name picked out?

Yeah.

You like what you do,

driving a limo around?

Sure. I do cartwheels on my way

out the door every night.

That bad?

Since when do you give a sh*t

if I'm happy?

This is for your own sake, right? I say

I'm happy, that life turned out all right

and then you don't feel

so guilty about leaving.

- That's right.

- Yeah.

So, are you?

I'd be happier

if I were still fightin', but...

- I used to watch your fights.

- That's f***in' bullshit.

Over on Church Street.

I'd stand in the tunnel.

I was there when you lost to Ramirez.

You didn't have the killer instinct

to make a top-class fighter, Mike.

- I got f***ed by the judges.

- The judges didn't f*** you.

You were ahead at the end of the fourth,

and you stopped using your jab.

You could've made the rankings

if you'd've used that jab more.

That's life.

It don't offer any do-overs.

Believe me, I know. Otherwise,

I would've put in for one a long time ago.

- You've got a lot of anger in you.

- Wouldn't you? With you as a father?

Because I left? You got it backwards.

The things I did, the things I seen...

it becomes who you are.

You can't just go home and scrub it off.

The only way I could protect you

was to walk away.

Forget about you and your mom.

I wanted a better life for you

than the one I chose for myself.

That's it.

I'm sorry, Michael.

Hey. You know this kid called Legs?

You know where he lives?

- Building three.

- Which apartment?

- What do I look like, Google maps?

- Thanks.

His name's Curtis Banks.

- You know, his mom works as a nurse.

- No, sorry.

- Yeah?

- I'm lookin' for Legs.

Yeah. Me too. Preferably spread.

Hello?

- 911. What's your emergency?

- Yes. The bad guys that was on the TV?

- They're outside the door.

- Just hold the line.

All units respond to a code one. Positive

I.D. on the I-278 shooting suspects.

648 Park Avenue,

Marcy Houses, building three.

Hi. I'm lookin' for this kid

called Curtis Banks?

Open the door, please.

- He not ready. He not ready.

- No, you not ready.

- Terrell is gettin' his ass beat.

- Boy, you see!

Yo, go get the door. Hurry up.

Yeah?

- I'm lookin' for this kid Legs, or Curtis.

- Who are you?

It doesn't matter who we are.

Do you know him or not?

Sorry, but my mom told me

not to talk to creepy-ass old men.

Hey. You. I seen you before.

Down at the boxing gym.

- You know Legs, right?

- Yeah, that's my brother. Is he okay?

I need to get ahold of him.

It's really important.

He's not answering his phone.

Where would he go?

- I don't know.

- Well, think.

I need you to tell your brother

that Mike needs his help.

- It's really important.

- All right.

- Let's go!

- We gotta get out of here.

It's a big building.

We've got some time. Let's wait.

We're looking for a white male,

in his thirties...

- Anybody in there?

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