The Wee Man Page #2

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Mom, get a heart attack

when she finds out.

Do you want to be just like your brother, Billy?

Life in prison?

You're not so, Paul Ferris.

This is not the little guy I know.

I enjoyed it.

- Paul?

For the first time in my life,

I was not afraid.

The first time I do not me

felt intimidated.

I tell you Cath, I enjoyed it.

- Paul.

I'm telling you.

It was easy.

I had the upper hand, I was in control.

For the first time in my life,

I what they really are. saw

Nothing.

I have admitted that they exist.

- You've changed.

I can still look in your eyes

and see a little boy

A little man full of life and ready

for what's coming at him.

I look in your eyes.

And you know what I see?

Demons.

Paul, why do we do it?

You're about two months.

Why the hell would you do that?

- It must be so.

Listen, we're gonna murder a young guy.

Nobody stands in line to do so.

No, we have to drive over, it's

almost always destined.

It's always been the same

with guests, the rule.

Can not you

change your mind, right?

You know what? I've always been afraid

you were going to murder them. lunatics

And now going to show you that I'm right.

Okay, time to go to work.

I see you, big guy.

You'll be fine, right?

No worries for me.

F*** you a**holes,

you f***ing a**holes.

You get up, you lazy bastards criminal.

In the row for a thorough examination.

Ten seconds and then

You can stay where you are.

Did you hear what I just said, Banks?

I said if you do not...

Jesus Christ.

He is as dead as a doornail, get help.

You two, back to your cell.

The director wants to see you Ferris now.

- F*** you, tell him I want to see him tomorrow.

- I said, now.

I hope it continues business

and that you motherfuckers do normally.

Ferris, have enjoyed

of your solitary confinement?

Yes, thank you, sir, great accommodations

if I may say so.

Do not take me for a ride, Ferris.

- I'm not taking you for a ride, sir.

I actually enjoyed the experience,

I found the solitary confinement inspiring.

- I have a poem made, if you...

- Ferris.

I do not hear those kinds

BijDeGraaf answers.

Why do you ask that, sir?

You think you're smart, do not kid?

You are self-righteous.

You think you're a lot.

But let me tell you something, Ferris.

Look in the mirror.

Look in that black hole

of that soul of yours

and then you see that you are nothing.

Nothing.

You may think

that what you're on the street

but for me you are nothing.

Because this is my world.

Where do I hand out the sheets,

I am God.

People like you are the foam

of this earth, Ferris.

You may leave here in a few days

with a giant reputation.

But I'll tell you this:

You come back here,

I guarantee you.

Can I say something, sir?

You should look at yourself.

- I f***, warning you Ferris.

Let him say what. Let

see what the little guy has to say.

The way I see it,

if you would look closely at yourself

beyond all monsters and demons that you see.

You than a lost

frightened little boy sees,

who has chosen

to close in itself at this

large ivory tower of concrete.

And who has surrounded himself with suckers

in uniform who serve him.

A bunch of yes-men who all orders

follow without asking questions.

That might be your world and your God.

And for what?

That you just said yourself, that is

for the foam of this earth.

That sh*t in your shoe.

And I must say that God,

no idea of?? what is happening.

Blind to the blows being dealt

and all the corruption

where you morons you every day

keep doing here.

Because if you say you know it all

then you are really no better than us.

You know what, sir? It's funny

but I feel sorry for you.

I walk out of here in three days, but you...

You have life.

Okay, you bastard, we will once

show what suckers we are.

I think that is our size.

Welcome back to planet F, Mr. Ferris.

Good to see. You

We make it right, little man.

- I have a couple of credit.

What the hell happened to you?

- We had our own battle.

Is that so?

Who, Mike Tyson?

What is going on?

- Not much Paul.

What little things, but nothing

that we can not handle.

Is that really so?

- Yes.

You still have the stitches?

It's not Paul, a few threads

in my back, no worries.

How much?

- Fifty.

Jesus Christ.

How's your girlfriend, Jimmy?

- She's a little moody, Paul.

That's all.

- Arthur Thompson

wants a meeting.

He gives a party

and he wants to talk about our problems.

- When?

Tonight.

- I'm not going there tonight.

Just take me home.

- He gets angry if you do not come, Paul.

What can I care, mate.

I did not ask for a party.

What should we say to him?

- Tell him what you want.

As for me, tell him

he can get. colre the

That kind of stuff you do not say

against the Godfather, Paul.

Just get me to go home, okay?

Look who's next to us, boy.

Who's that, Daddy?

- That's Arthur Thompson

a hard bastard

you can not trust.

It sells grandmother for a penny.

Hello Arthur, get the sh*t.

- What does he do, Dad?

He's a leech, boy.

- He lives off the blood of the weak.

Like a vampire, dad?

- A vampire?

That's a good description.

- Listen to me carefully.

Stay away from that man.

- He's the devil in disguise.

Paul, you're home.

You step out or not?

- Sorry Johnny, I was somewhere else.

How does Anne Marie it?

- You're going to see that, Paul.

What happened?

Nothing.

- I do not see it forward.

Really honey, it's nothing.

That's true.

This can not, Paul.

What, dear?

- This, all, look at yourself.

It's okay.

- No, it's not okay.

I'm afraid.

- Why?

Why?

Get the colre, Paul Ferris.

I do not understand what's going on.

You spent nine months, the last

two, I have not even gotten a letter.

You could perhaps have been killed.

- I was in solitary confinement, Anne.

That's what I mean.

Do you hear what you're saying?

I was in solitary confinement, Anne.

As if you were on holiday in Spain.

Already you feel

lost to reality?

This must stop if we have a future

have together like that really.

I still care for you.

- F*** you.

So does an ordinary guy too.

His wife also gives money

but her husband does not risk life.

Or worse, he'll die.

You take everything out of context.

- Mothering me, Paul Ferris.

Who do you think I am?

Some bimbo from the pub?

I just...

- Shut up, please.

You know I did know, why do you say that?

Motherf***er.

Sorry, okay?

I'm sorry.

Everything will be fine, I promise.

- Paul I'm afraid, so afraid.

Look at me.

What has changed everything?

Nothing has changed, right?

Do you believe me?

Do you believe me?

Yes?

He was really angry

that you did not appear at the party.

They have distributed.

Anyone in any case.

Arthur thought no one there to

could come to you would be free.

I feel sorry for him, actually.

Arthur Thompson?

- No.

with that guy a sandwich

took with cheese and onions.

Thompson junior, broke both his hands

with a pool cue.

Did the Fatboy that?

- Yes, and he made a show of.

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