The Winner Page #5

some more beer, huh?

Shut up!

What kind of a dream?

I don't remember it

too well.

What is the matter

with you?

What kind of a dream?

Well, all I remember

is that we jumped him.

We beat him.

We took his money

and left him alone to die.

What?

We were robbing him,

and all of a sudden,

in the dream,

you went like...

hey!

I don't want to hear this.

Nobody touches Philip.

All right?

All right.

We take his money.

That's it.

That is the whole point...

Of everything

that I have been saying,

everything that

I have been doing...

And everything

that I have been thinking.

Okay?

Uh... okay.

Okay?

Okay.

Okay.

How do I look?

Pretty damn good, huh?

Louise, what

the hell's goin' on?

I decided to pay Kingman back.

The whole 50,000?

The hell you did.

You don't believe me?

What do you want,

me to fall to my knees,

break down and cry

over this f***ing bastard?

I'm telling you I've given up.

And I really wanted

to beat him, Jack.

I really wanted to beat him.

Everything's gonna be okay.

Look, we still got 100 grand.

We've been a hell

of a lot worse off

than that before.

That's the thing.

Philip's brother found him.

Your old lover boy's

back in town, huh?

He wants money

to keep quiet.

Keep quiet about what?

About me.

Could you do this up, please?

How much?

Fifty thousand.

Louise, that's a lot.

I know.

Can't you cut him out?

I'm afraid of him, Jack.

You see, I think

he killed their father.

Johnny's always

hated his father.

Who the hell is Johnny?

Wolf, Johnny,

whatever he calls himself.

You see, Kingman sent

somebody over to cut off

the father's hand.

But, Johnny...

Johnny's the real killer.

You never told me

anything like that before...

About Johnny or wolf

or whatever you call him.

It's not gonna be so bad,

is it, Jack?

We still have 50,000.

It just means

after Philip wins,

after he hands me the money,

Johnny's gonna

be standing right there

waiting to collect.

I'm gonna have to pay him

before I can bring you

back the money.

You see?

You still want

to leave with me,

don't you, Jack?

Well, sure, I do, baby.

'Cause lately I don't know.

I've been wondering.

What?

I'd be lonely

without you, Jack.

Did I ever tell you about

the first time I felt lonely?

Bullshit. Don't

even start, okay?

There was no first time.

You've always been lonely.

I gotta go on.

Listen, hey, Louise.

Look, ya know,

I'm the one that knows you.

You should take

some comfort in that.

Most people tell

their little lies

and nobody even notices.

You're so smart.

Look at her, Jack.

Think about how

he must love her.

You know,

she's more trouble

than she's worth.

Mr. Kingman's office.

I heard Philip's brother's

in town.

Hear he's asking around

about his father's murder.

You sure everything went

as smooth as water, Jack?

Sure I'm sure.

That wasn't the first

old drunk I've killed,

Kingman.

You weren't sloppy,

were you, Jack?

No, I wasn't sloppy.

I'm never sloppy.

Sure. I'll fax it over.

Spread the word

that the brother's involved

with this woman.

Louise?

Tell somebody

who will tell Philip.

When he hears that,

he'll know he's unloved

and unwanted.

Okay.

Sometimes I feel overwhelmed

by the tremendous powers

of destruction at our disposal.

You have to

sign this today.

Aah!

When God realized

the world was evil,

he didn't go down and

individually kill everybody

that needed to be killed.

He sent the rain.

Forty days, forty nights.

Rain.

I will be the rain.

I will be...

Now this is a cigar.

It's not bad.

Not bad?

It's great.

It's not great.

Philip's been deceived.

What?

I just found out.

His brother and that

two-bit slut singer Louise...

they're involved.

And what's more, they're

probably leaving together.

He's still gonna win on Sunday.

You hear what

I'm saying, Paulie?

Frankie.

Philip doesn't know!

He doesn't know?

Come on.

Let's get a beer.

Look!

This is what I've been

tryin' to tell ya.

Philip needs us.

We've gotta protect 'im.

This is the kind of goddamn

deceit that could destroy

our Philly boy.

Joey?

I should have remembered.

Joey?

Saviors always get betrayed.

Joey?

They get betrayed,

and then they get destroyed.

They get betrayed, and

then they get destroyed.

Joey, Joey.

It's a crucifixion

kind of a thing.

Joey. Joey.

Joey!

Joey! Aw! Sh*t!

Oh, man!

Joey!

Jesus Christ! You

got money for a cab?

I ain't got nothin'.

Phil?

Philly-boy, open the door.

It's me, Joey.

Phil!

Open the door!

I came to protect you

and I brought a little helper.

What are you doing here?

Don't be mad.

I know you're upset.

Let it go!

That crook with the

broken arm, that hustler.

I gotta tell you something.

You don't have to apologize.

There's certain things

that a man has got to know.

It's in regards to

that two-bit songstress

and your so-called brother.

What?

They're in love.

Joey.

I wouldn't say it

unless I was sure,

unless I'd seen it

with my own two eyes.

These photographs do not lie.

And what does that

leave you? A memory?

A memory that

will torture you and

torment you until you die?

And that kind of pain.

It's f***ing unbearable.

Oh, Phil, I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Just thought

you needed to know.

I know, Sunday is...

Is such an important day

for you, for all of us.

Oh, Phil.

Phil? I could stay

with ya, Phil.

911 emergency.

Hello. Hi.

I'd like to report a murder.

Five months? Huh?

You gonna make me wait

another five months?

No? You better not.

Where is it?

You got the money?

What the f***

you lookin' at?

Oh, man.

Spare some change?

You hear me?

I want it now.

That's my money.

Okay?

Thanks, man.

I want my f***in' money now.

This guy sucks.

Shut up, man.

Let the man sing, huh?

You don't know.

No! You don't know.

I like his singing.

F***!

You f***!

You know that?

Will you wait for this?

Those are my nickels,

motherf***er!

What the f*** is wrong

with you, a**hole?

That's my money!

That's my money!

I trapero!

I te mato cabron!

Aah!

que historias...

i oye, dejenmelo!

It's my fight...

it's my fight!

I vete, vete!

It's my fight!

Hey, hey, hey!

It's my fight!

what happened to you?

Tell me things...

How you love me.

How... you...

how you never loved

anyone else...

The way you love me.

Tell me!

I do.

I do, Philip.

You're hurt.

What happened to you?

I just want to be close to you.

It feels like love, doesn't it?

Doesn't it feel that way?

What happened, Philip?

Nothing. Nothing.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

I could lose on Sunday.

What makes

you say that?

I could.

I was walking down the street,

and I suddenly realized

that I could lose.

What would happen to us then?

What would happen to you?

Why are you...

why would you think

you would lose?

Philip, you're gonna win.

Don't worry about the money.

Louise, I'll get your money.

Whatever it takes.

Whoever I have to deal with,

I'll get your money.

Why are you talking

to me like this?

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