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Like Tracy.. or Trixie..

or something like that.

How do you know about her?

Gramps

I asked about you all the time

when I was away.

You talking about Tricia?

Yeah, Tricia.. You're...

How long did you

go out with her?

Dad...

Dropped it huh.

I got to go to the bathroom.

I'll be right back.

Look, my son is

sitting over there.

If you could, give him

anything he wants.

And I'll have a cheese burger and a coffee.

- Guess what today is, Cutter?

- I know what day it is.

Now look.

I'm having lunch with my son.

So why don't you

just tell Tommy.

That I'll see him later okay?

I have not forgotten.

F*** you, Cutter.

So whose the guy you followed into the bathroom?

What guy?

Dad, I saw you followed the guy in there.

Hamburger, no onions and a grilled cheese.

Anything else you need?

No, that's it.

Thanks.

Grilled cheese, that's all?

- Yeah

- Why?

Dad, I don't know.

My stomach hurts.

Don't worry about it.

So you really not going to tell me who the guy was?

I owe his boss money and he came to remind me.

That's it.

How much you owe him?

You know,

I really don't want to burden you with this stuff.

Dad, I don't care.

You can tell me.

I don't see why you're so scared

to tell me things.

Fifty grand.

Okay.

- Holy sh*t, fifty thousand dollars?

- Yeah.

How did you owe him 50 thousands dollars?

For what?

Because we had to pay

the judge to bride him.

In order to get out early, so...

So I can spend some time with you.

I want to meet my mother.

What?

I want to meet my mother.

Your mother?

Yeah, dad.

Yeah I want to meet her.

- Oh jee, Will...

- Am I talking to the genie or what?

But I don't know where she is.

I thought you said she moved away,

to that fancy condo.

Yeah, exactly .

You know.. the condo, right.

Okay then.

That's my first wish.

Agent Paisley.

I got your guy.

Raymond Cutter

Five years forgery.

Fresh out of Northport.

Ten months early for good behavior.

Forgery?

You don't hear that everyday.

You do not.

Busted back in '87 for art fraud.

And then nothing, until someone

dropped a dime on him.

Who?

Tommy Keegan.

That's right.

Your bad guy.

They say Cutter took the fall.

The Buick...

Is registered to his dad,

Joseph Cutter.

Old school conman, pickpocket, petty thief.

He stretches up and down the east coast .

Buy me a drink and

I'll read you his rap sheet.

And Keegan is a felon.

So Cutter violated his parole when

he went visited him.

You want to bring him in?

No.

I want to watch him.

Who is the buyer?

Buyer?

There is no buyer.

He's just a guy...

And he wants it.

I got to pay for a

f***ing what is it?

Appraiser.

Do you believe in that sh*t?

Making me pay.

I don't know...

You know any?

For stolen art?

Yeah.

Legit?

I don't know.

Maybe...

Maybe Owensby,

from Minnesota.

Something like that.

Minnesota...

So, how much?

Nothing, Ray.

I'm getting you out of a jam,

and you getting me out of one.

Do you want to go back to prison?

Or you want just to do this thing?

What do you want?

I'll need a painting of the same year.

Same size.

And uh.

When I find it.

Whatever it cost.

You got to be ready

to pay for it.

Yeah, yeah.

This is Ronald Chambers.

Chambers .

Yeah, I'm looking for something specific

I'm looking for something French.

Circle 1875.

40 inches by 32 inches.

Let's go, boy.

No, that doesn't matter,

doesn't matter.

It's period and size.

Hey, gramp.

What was grandma like?

Your grandmother was a Saint.

She never lies,

she never gossip.

And she give you the last ..

dime in her pocket.

I don't know...

She didn't deserved to suffer her life with me,

I tell you.

Jesus Christ!

- How old was dad when she died?

- Four.

So, it's just you two then.

You guys get along?

What kind of a question is that?

I just..

just wondering.

Wondering..

wondering why?

I don't know, I guess

I've never see you guys hug or...

Or say you love each other.

Yeah, I don't do that.

But he knows.

You sure?

I didn't tell your grandmother either,

but she knew.

Why?

Because words don't mean a sh*t in this world. Will.

It's what a person does feel that counts.

Well.

What about my mother?

You ever meet her?

Oh, that's what this is all about.

Is it?

Yeah.

Sad asked me what I wanted

and I told him...

I want to meet my mother.

Yeah?

Well, f*** that.

Get in the car.

All I know is that one of Keegans' guys

got busted.

Lost an entire load of H.

Now Tommy owes someone.

Who?

I don't know.

But that's a lot of dope.

Any f***ing idea what you are doing?

No.

Oh.

Good.

Hey.

Uncle Carl.

Hey, Will.

How you're doing, buddy?

- Alright.

- Good to see you.

Alright, alright.

You, upstairs.

You, get into the wind.

You, out back.

Call me tomorrow.

Why?

Out back!

So.

What are you doing?

Promising that he can see his mother.

Well, how do you think he is going to feel

if you don't deliver?

And god forbid if you do.

Bullshit!

Whatever you are going to say is bullshit!

Four years we've been here, Ray.

Me and Will.

And we are doing fine.

And you come catapulting out of prison.

Jesus!

You tell me the truth.

How did you get out.

Keegan.

Oh, f*** me.

Tell me you're lying.

Tell me you're not in it for

Tommy f***ing Keegan!

Jesus, Mary and me!

How much?

How much in it for him?

Don't, don't, don't..

Don't tell me.

I don't want to her it.

Go.

Take Will and...

Get the f*** out of town.

I need your help, pop.

You know something?

You should have stayed inside.

It's closed, man.

Rodney, remember me?

Ray.

No.

Kim's ex.

What the f*** do you want?

I need to know where she is.

No.

I haven't seen her.

Oh come on,

you know where she is.

Told you, Ray.

I haven't see that f***ing b*tch in years.

Look, Rodney.

I not here to cause any trouble.

- Are you here to cause any trouble?

- I just wanna know where she is.

Come on.

This ain't the kind of night, is it.

Hey!

Get this guy out of my f***ing shop!

- Give me a f***ing break.

- Get the f*** out, Ray.

Let's go buddy.

Never liked you, Ray!

Never liked you!

Come on!

I'm going to get you!

F***!

F***ing f***er.

Where?

F*** you!

Last time.

Where?

F*** you!

That's it.

I'm not asking again.

You want Ray in your f***ing forehead?

F*** off!

- I'm going to ask you again.

- F*** you!

- F***!

- Where?

Prescott road!

It's in Braintree.

That's where she is,

I swear.

I do..

How did you find me?

Rodney.

F***.

That was easy.

Not really.

What do you want?

Your son,

Will.

He wants to see you.

What is he now?

12?

Try 15.

Does he remember me?

I mean what?

All the sudden he

wants to see me?

This isn't you ...

- Trying to hook me back into you and your dad...

- Your son is sick.

He's got cancer.

He's got a stage 4

tumor in his head.

Okay.

So I need you to clean yourself up.

Put your best face on.

And have lunch with us on Wednesday.

I can't do that.

- Yes, you can.

- No, I can't.

Wait a minute, I just told you that

your son is dying.

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