The Forger Page #3

And you say,

you can't do this?

Who are you?

You are going to do this.

Or I'm going to make

your f***ing life

more miserable than

it already is.

I'll be back at noon.

You be ready.

Hold... hold still now.

Oh, did it hurt, Ray?

- Just get on with it, will you.

- Heh, heh.

Will you be needing a tissue?

Are you done?

Yeah, done.

So.

It was Keegan.

Rodney.

Oh..Christ,

Ray.

I'm sorry, dad.

You were right.

Alright.

What can I do?

Is Will okay?

He's sleeping.

It was a tough night for the Cutter boys.

What do you need?

Ivan.

He still in business?

Ivan?

Of course, he is.

That rusky is like a cockroach.

- Heh, heh...

- Heh..

And here he comes..

Swing..!

A hit.

Oh man.

Whose the victim?

Rodney Hunter.

Three time loser .

Spouse abuse, identity fraud

and possession of methamphetamine.

What's he got to say about this?

Nothing.

According to Mr. Hunter,

your Raymond Cutter was

looking for someone

they had in common.

Who?

His ex-wife.

Kim o'Halloran.

I'm running her down now.

But so far..

Your boy has violated his parole like

one, two... five counts now.

What do you want to do?

I want to know why.

Here.

Yeah, that's her.

So why is she got such a hot on

for you anyway.

No, it's Keegan she wants.

She just saw me come out of his office

and probably thought i was...

You know.

Hanging with another felon and sh*t.

If Rodney dropped the dime on me.

F***ed!

I don't got time for this.

Yeah.

Come on.

I want to show you something.

You know a lot of these old buildings

have hidden rooms left over

from the proper vision.

You can't even get to them

from the inside.

Wicked cool, huh?

It's good

It's a stupid plan.

What part?

No, I'm serious.

What makes you think

you can pull it off?

You've not painted anything for f***ing years.

You're right, I haven't.

But it doesn't mean I ever wanted to.

In fact, up till now,

it's the only thing I

ever thought about.

Are you good?

Let's go.

Can you tell Ivan that..

Joseph Cutter is here

to see him, please?

Ivan is not here.

Oh yeah, he is.

I watched him come back from the deli.

He's back there right now.

Feeding his fat face,

with a f***ing corn beef sandwich.

Take a walk old man.

Tell you what.

If I win.

Take me to Ivan.

If uh,

you win.

You got this.

- Alright.

- On the count of three.

One

Two.

Three.

Son of a b*tch.

I told you never to come in here again, Cutter.

I just happened to have in my possession

a little shopping list.

You see I'm not selling.

I'm buying.

Your services as a procurement specialist.

You know, scrounger,

king f***ing rat.

Copper acetate.

Cadmium.

Arsenic sulfide.

Cinnabar...

What the f***?

These are chemicals.

And minerals.

And a lot of them f***ing poisonous .

Read it carefully.

We're got to need it all,

and we need it quick.

- Hey.

- Hey.

Ronald Chambers.

- Oh, dude! Awesome.

-Yeah.

Great to meet you.

Yeah, wow.

Yeah, I'm gutting the place.

It was my grandparents'.

Oh.

And now it's yours?

Now, it's mine.

It's epic.

This guy was an inventor.

He was a philosopher.

He was a..

patron of the arts...

Not a good painter.

But he's friend with Degas.

- No sh*t!

- No sh*t.

So, how much for the bad one?

This one?

That one.

Would you look at this?

What am I looking at?

Paper f***ing numbers?

Evidence.

From Cutter's 1987 conviction.

Most of the stuff were auctioned off as lesser

unknown pieces by Paul Gauguin,

except for this one.

Which is in a museum in Paris.

So, so why would he forged it?

And like..

Why would someone steal a famous painting?

You can't.. sell it.

You can't exactly show it to people.

Status.

Look at this.

Raul Carlos, head of the arroyo cartel.

It is reported to have

the largest private art collection

in Latin America.

You think that Keegan and Cutter

are trying to run a scam on your boy?

Scam?

Carlos is a bad guy.

I sure as hell wouldn't.

Kim?

You up?

Mother f***er!

So?

You look nice.

You coming in?

No.

I think you should.

Well, Kim.

Just look at you.

- Look at you.

- Pops

Hi.

Hi.

Okay, we should go.

- Yeah

- Let's go.

So uh.

Where in New York do you live?

Right near Times Square.

I hope you're not a Yankees fan.

Ha!

Not really.

Good.

Cos I don't know if I could be your son any more

if you were.

So..

Do you have a girlfriend?

No.

Excuse me a minute.

You okay?

- What?

- You okay?

Yeah.

You like her?

Yeah.

She's nice.

I'm starving.

What's good here?

The grill salmon is good.

Is that what you are getting?

I think so.

That's what I'll have too.

Okay.

So...

What's New York like?

Like Boston, only bigger.

No one,

drives.

Everyone takes a taxi or the subway.

So do you live in a nice building?

I like it.

- We have a game room.

- Nice.

- A hot tub on the roof.

- Oh wow.

I would love to see that.

When you get better, you should come visit.

Yeah.

Yeah.

I will.

These are really hot.

Thank you, sir.

Pretzel.

Here you go.

Dip in.

Wish you won't going so soon.

Wish you could stay longer.

So.

Why aren't you flying?

Ha ha.

You don't have wings, you

got to get in a plane.

Goodbye, William.

I had a really great day.

Yeah.

Me too.

Wait here.

Thanks.

Okay.

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

She is nice.

- She was nice, dad..

- Yeah

Yeah, I told you.

Thanks.

Thanks for pretending.

What do you mean pretending?

Pretending what?

Yeah, you know.

About her

living in New York and ...

not being a drug addict.

Glad I got to meet her.

You okay?

Yeah.

Feeling sick?

No, I'm fine.

Just.

You know.

Gramps breakfast.

- We ready to go?

- Yeah.

What it feels like?

What?

The chemo.

I don't know.

It feels like sh*t.

You okay?

What's going on?

Alright.

Promise

you're not going to laugh.

I'm not going to laugh.

I want to have sex.

That's my second wish.

So the bad news is that

they got the gallery mast up.

They got wireless sensors on

all the doors and windows...

And each painting is

equipped with a battery..

..operated magnetic sensor

behind the frame.

If it is moved.

The detector sets off an alarm...

And we are looking like a

six minutes response time.

And they send their alarm signal

directly to the cops.

The whole thing is keypad controlled.

Oh keypads,

just call pops.

Yeah,

roger that.

How about security guards?

How about that?

Five at night.

Top of the hour.

They do rounds on foot

after they locked up.

Okay, so what's the good news?

Oh.

Here.

Call in advance.

Ask for Melanie.

She will take good care of Will.

- Where did you get this?

- You know, it's online.

It's a site like Yelp,

but for hookers.

No, no, no...

Forget it.

There's got to be a better way than that.

If there is, you be sure to let me know

okay.

What do you want him to do, Ray?

Meet some girl,

and take her out on a date.

Maybe fall in love,

meet the family.

Some day have sex.

In the back seat of the Buick,

on the banks of the Charles (river)?

Yeah, Carl.

I do.

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