The Real McCoy Page #2

- Patrick calls you Cheryl.

- You know why Patrick calls me Cheryl.

- Shut up, Kelly.

You shut up, Patrick.

It's not a good idea for you

to see Patrick right now because we...

We didn't tell him

where you were, and, and l...

Patrick thinks you're dead.

Look, Cheryl and I just felt...

You let a woman who's livin'

in the house I paid for...

talk you into tellin'

my son I'm dead?

Look, I really think you're overreacting

to this. What did you expect me to do,

tell a three-year-old kid that his mom's

doin' ten years for robbin' banks?

No, but I-I thought

we agreed you'd tell him...

To tell him that we

split up and I moved?

- We agreed.

- Look, now I have to go.

- Dad. Who's that?

- Hey, Patrick. I'll be right out, son.

Uh, this is an old friend

of your mother's.

Are you coming

to the game?

No, Patrick.

Look, Patrick, will you just

wait for me outside, son?

- I'll be right out.

- Okay.

Bye.

What'd you do with the

letters I wrote Patrick?

- What'd you do with 'em?

- I burned 'em.

Karen, I didn't know

what else to do.

Look, I'm sorry.

Cheryl and I,

we've made a decision,

Karen, all right?

I mean, I didn't really have any choice.

I just think it's better for Patrick.

- Can I help you?

- I'm lookin' for Jack Schmidt.

- Is he expecting you?

- There he is. Thank you. Hey, Jack!

- J.T. J.T. Barker.

- Who's that?

It's my cousin's boy.

How ya doin'?

Nice to see ya.

What do you want?

I heard, uh, that you're lookin'

for a specialist.

- What are you talkin' about?

- For a little adventure you're planning.

- You better have

something interesting to say.

- Ever heard of Karen McCoy?

McCoy's inside.

No, she's not.

She got paroled.

- I thought you'd be interested.

- Karen's in Atlanta?

Damn sure right.

That's real interesting.

But the fact is...

I'm not plannin' anything.

I'm in the real estate

business, son.

Nice of you

to drop by, though.

Regards to your daddy.

The most you can hope for is

a couple of hours a month...

probably supervised by

some court-appointed agent.

But he thinks I'm dead.

Well, maybe it's

better that way.

- Look, Karen, you're still young.

- No.

You're starting a new life.

You can have another family.

- I don't want another family.

- You're not listening to me.

Well, what if I got a better job,

a better place to live?

- That's gotta help something.

- It's not gonna happen, Karen.

I'm sorry.

For six years, the only thought

that kept me goin' was my son.

- I'm sorry.

- He's my son.

Hello, Karen.

Been a long time.

Not long enough.

Well, now,

Jack don't think so.

- I don't give a damn what Jack thinks.

- Come on, girl.

Take it easy now.

- You tell him I haven't forgotten.

- I don't think you understand.

- Jack wants to talk with you.

- No, I do understand.

I understand perfectly.

You know, maybe you could send...

a little message

to Jack for me, okay?

Aah!

- A**hole.

- What time does the 210 get here?

- About 20 minutes.

Hey, Karen.

Hey, you look great.

Not a good time, J.T.

What, for me to tell you

you look great?

I'm having a really shitty day.

It'd just be better not to irritate me.

What, just 'cause I said...

Hey. Look, why don't

I take you out to dinner? I'm buyin'.

I know this great place.

They got a great menu.

- Great ambience.

- J.T., l...

Come on, you look like

you could use a hot meal.

I'm wet, and l...

- Can I change?

- Sure.

- What are you gonna do about your boy?

- I don't know.

Just know I'm not gonna let

him go, that's for sure.

I got a real good feelin'

everything's gonna turn out all right.

God, I hope so.

Well, see, l... Well, I got

a proposition for you.

Yeah, what?

I know these people.

I mean, they're...

They're good people.

- You know, professional people.

- What people?

Well, I mean,

like I'm sayin',

they're professional...

people.

What people?

Well, people like Jack Schmidt.

You ever heard of him?

Karen. Karen.

What?

What'd I say?

I thought you'd be interested.

Karen, l...

Jack Schmidt cost me

six years of my life.

I never want

to see you again.

Hey, Karen.

Mr. Katarich

wants to see you.

- Hi, Karen.

- I'm afraid we've got kind of a problem.

Mr. Katarich was runnin' your

social security number through the...

Just to get your pay slip,

you know, and, um,

well, come to find out

you was on parole.

Now God knows everybody

makes mistakes, Karen.

On your application form here, uh...

it said you're self-employed.

I needed a job.

I'm, I'm sorry.

Well, sorry

ain't gonna cut it.

Well, hell, Karen.

Guess I'm gonna have to put you back

in that halfway house.

I had to lie.

Nobody would hire me.

Well, ain't nobody said

it's gonna be easy.

It won't happen again.

Well, let's say I forgot

about the halfway house.

The least you could do

is meet me for a drink...

to discuss your...

employment opportunities.

- I thought you said a drink.

We're just goin' up here

for a little get-together.

Some friends of mine

are havin' a little party.

We'll have some drinks and you'll meet

some very influential people.

- What's that?

- Our host, uh, considers himself...

quite the, uh,

animal lover.

- Aaah!

Trouble is most of 'em would

tear your damn throat out.

How ya doin', Beatrice?

Ain't seen you in a long time.

Aw, fine, thank you,

Mr. Buckner.

Follow me.

- Time for you to go home, honey.

- I'm not tired.

Sure, you are.

- What about Saturday?

- Call me tomorrow.

- Kept your figure.

- F*** you.

Yeah. I got your message.

Karen, it's just

a drink among friends.

You don't have to act

so damn pissy. You know,

Jack, how far do we go back,

about 15 years or somethin' like that?

Jack heard you got out and gave

old Buck a jingle; here we are.

- Now what'll you have to drink, honey?

- Nothin'. I'm leavin'.

No, no, wait just a minute.

No, you're not.

You're gonna stay right here

and have a drink or I'm gonna go

to your place and find this...

in your bathroom.

Now you know where that

puts you? Back inside.

- You understand me?

- What do you want from me, Buckner?

What everyone

always wants, Karen...

For you to rob a bank.

Why didn't you just do it

for me six years ago?

- Would have avoided

so much unpleasantness.

- I don't work for a**holes.

I'll be in the car.

You know, some people

just won't respond...

- unless you apply a little pressure.

- Where's Patrick?

- I don't know. I haven't

seen him since this morning.

Yeah?

I'm tellin' ya, Karen.

I am never gonna forgive you for this.

- What are you talkin' about?

- I got enough to worry about with

the damn bank and the I.R.S.!

- I don't need all this

mother's rights crap!

- What are you talkin' about?

Don't give me that sh*t. I'm talkin'

about Patrick. Now where is he?

- What do you mean?

- Well, nobody's seen him

since this mornin', Karen.

Cheryl gets a call, and somebody says

you snatched him from school.

- Did you call the police?

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