The Prince Page #2

and you barely let her

out of the house.

What'd you expect?

Is that what she said?

Come on. Uhh! Come on,

you can't keep a kid locked up,

because then they finally get

out there in the real world,

and they start experiencing all the

sh*t that they've been missing,

and then they go crazy.

You know, it's like they're

trying to make up for lost time.

You are so annoying.

You think this Eddie

character will be in there?

It's where we met him.

When we get in there, I want you

to keep a little distance from me.

In this city, it's gonna

be better off for you

if people don't realize

we're together.

What are you talking about?

Just trust me on that.

So I'm just gonna go find a

quiet little corner to sit in.

Spend a few minutes out here,

and then follow me and...

Just do whatever you normally do.

You see this Eddie guy,

just let me know somehow.

Just... try and tell me about it,

but don't be real obvious, okay?

Okay.

Ahh.

Beth?

You wanna dance?

Is he here?

Come on.

I swear, no one will

know we're together.

Just some creepy old

man and his young girl.

Easy.

Mmm.

Is he here?

No.

What do you want?

I'm just trying to have some fun.

Oh, I feel so good right now.

You should try it sometime.

I know a place we could go.

Like this?

Mm... yeah.

It's like the only place that's open.

- Would you slow down, man?

- How far away is this place?

I don't know, it's like

right down the strip.

- Like 10 or 15 minutes.

- Come on, please.

Let's go. Come on.

Wait, wait, wait.

Did you see that guy

in the camo vest?

- Come on, bring the girls, dude.

- That him?

No, but I've seen

them hang out a lot.

- All right, cool.

- Wait here.

Hey, man, right up here. I'm there.

Hey... I'm, uh, looking for Eddie.

Do I know you?

Just tell me where he is,

I... I have something for him.

If you did, you'd know

where to find him.

Get the f*** out of here.

- Not until you tell me where he is.

- You just f***ed yourself, buddy.

Get him!

Back off!

If I ever see you here again,

you're a dead man.

Crazy motherf***er.

You're not going anywhere.

Fine by me.

We can do this all day

long for all I care.

Holy sh*t, what was that?

Are you okay?

Find his number. Find his number.

Send him a text, ask him where he is.

Well, what if I don't hear

back from him for hours?

That's why you need me.

Wait, wait a minute.

What the f*** was that?

Seriously!

What the f*** just happened?

Ohh! Can you take me home?

I wanna go home.

We're going to a place right up

here where you can crash for a bit.

You gotta come down.

Okay, on a scale of one to 10...

10 being, I don't know,

the Sistine chapel,

and one being a steaming

pile of sh*t...

how nice are we talking?

Probably a three.

Three? That's like...

that's like two steps away from sh*t!

Can you walk?

Seriously, are we staying here?

Oh my... you know, there's

places that aren't too expensive

that actually wash

their sheets, right?

Not today. We're here.

I know people. I can get

us a room somewhere.

Oh, I'm sure you do. We have a room.

Okay, now that we're all settled in,

- do you want to tell me what's going on?

- We're getting some sleep.

That's not what I'm talking about.

You don't go to the cops.

You don't want to be seen together.

You take me to this sh*t hole

in the middle of nowhere.

You beat those guys

like it was nothing.

I need some answers.

You're in no condition to

have any answers right now.

- Let's just get some sleep.

- It's fine.

I'm just tired.

Thank you, Beth's dad.

Ohh, can you just drive

me home, please?

I can't believe I got myself

into this sh*t. Oh, my God.

I have the worst headache ever.

This is ridiculous.

I'm just so tired.

Will you drive me home?

This is not what I signed up for.

I don't know why you won't

let me just, like, text the guy.

I go and I party there all the time.

Like, we could stay

in a really nice place...

clean beds and hot showers and...

I'm sorry.

Who are you?

Beth's dad.

Did this hurt?

Yes.

Does it still hurt?

A bit.

How did she die?

Leukemia.

Beth never really talked about it.

She mentioned you.

She missed you.

Well, I bet you helped her

with that homesickness, huh?

Mm-hmm.

Introduced her to

all the right people?

Like the ones who'll

give you a line of blow

for a favor in the most

convenient bathroom stall?

I bring my own to the party.

Oh.

Is that him?

Yeah.

He's at some bar called Excite.

He's sitting at a table

on the second floor.

You can't miss him...

he's sandwiched between two girls.

What's this?

It's not enough?

You want me to leave?

We had an arrangement.

But... What about Beth?

I didn't come all

this way to not know.

I need you to leave.

Ohh, f***!

Black jack, Mr. Riley?

Yeah, that's good, Carl. Thanks.

Anything else I can get you?

No, that's good. Leave the bottle.

Son of a b*tch.

Carl...

Bring another glass.

You got it, boss.

Do you mind if I take a seat?

Excuse me?

Mind if I sit down?

Who the f*** are you?

I'm looking for my daughter.

Her name is Beth.

Beth Brennan.

Sorry, man. Never heard of her.

But, uh, there is a club

across the street,

and she's probably spinning

around on a pole right now.

So f*** off.

Ladies, please excuse

us for a moment.

They're not going anywhere.

Only one that's leaving is you.

Seriously. Who does this

f***in' guy think he is?

I have no interest whatsoever

in what your business is.

I don't even care how

you know my daughter.

In fact, the less we

know about each other,

the better off you're gonna be.

But I wanna know, and I need

to know, where she is now.

And neither of us are leaving

this table until you tell me.

Is that a fact?

Hey, why don't you girls, uh...

take off, huh?

- What the f***, man?

- Shut up, Eddie.

Come on, let's go!

I hope you can find it in your heart

to forgive my young friend here.

You know how kids are these days.

Just spouting off, shooting off their

mouth when they don't know sh*t.

He's not a bad kid.

He's a good kid, basically,

and I'd like to see him

live a little longer.

You don't recognize me, do you?

No, I can't say I do.

I was at Stuart's the night

you took down seven people.

I'd never seen anything like it.

There was guns firing

all over the place.

Every time we'd shoot, we'd miss,

like you made out of...

air or something.

Like a ghost.

And then the bodies started

hitting the ground.

Seven of them, falling all around me.

I fell, too, but I wasn't hit.

Not yet.

You don't remember this?

You started walking across the room

to me, stepping over the bodies,

coming right for me,

like you could...

Smell that there was still

somebody alive in the room.

You put your gun right up to my head.

I waited for you to pull the trigger.

Closed my eyes.

That gunshot never came.

By the time I had the guts to

open my eyes, you were long gone.

Well... I used to drink back then.

Well, maybe you let me live

so that, 20 years later,

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