Under Hellgate Bridge Page #3

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that's enough to satisfy her?

It might

if you weren't

so damn ugly.

Can I help it if my brother

got the good looks?

Nope.

Go on... say it.

Okay.

You're in a lot

of trouble here.

- You're out of control.

- What are you doing?

- I'm not a kid anymore.

- Then stop acting like one.

Listen, I want you to go

into a program and get clean.

Why? It ain't

like before.

I'm just chipping now.

That's exactly

what I used to say.

It ain't like that.

I swear.

I swear on Jimmy's soul,

I swear.

- Where's Eddie?

- Oh, uh

Listen to me,

where is Eddie?

Eddie?

No, Eddie! Eddie, no!

No, Eddie! Come on!

Jesus, you swore!

You son of a b*tch!

You swore on Jimmy's soul!

You want this sh*t, huh?

You want this sh*t?!

Go ahead, go after it!

Ryan, don't! Come on!

You want it?!

That sh*t Vincent will

f***ing kill me!

Go ahead, go down after it!

You want it?

Don't! God damn it.

No, don't!

He's gonna f***ing

Eddie! Eddie, I'm sorry.

I f***ed up. I'm sorry.

I f***ed up with you and Jimmy.

I'm sorry. I f***ed up

with you and Jimmy. I'm sorry.

No, leave it. Leave it!

- No!

- Come on, get the f*** out.

No, he'll kill us. No!

Come on, we're getting

the f*** outta here.

- No!

- We're getting the f*** outta here.

Enough's enough.

Doreen, get out.

Get the f*** out.

Get out! The f*** out!

- You're f***ed, Ryan.

- You wanna f*** around?

Come on,

give me some, old man!

- Oh yeah?

- Give me some! F*** you!

Old man? I'll show you

who's an old man.

- F*** you.

- I'll f*** you.

Let's go, out.

Let's go! Out!

Shoot me, old man.

I'll show you old man.

Come on, do it,

you f***er.

Go ahead. No more

of this sh*t.

No more! T ell f***ing

Vincent, you hear?!

You can't come in here and f***

around with people's business.

T ell him what I said,

"F*** him and f*** you!"

Look at him,

he's a big shot, huh?

Come a long way.

I owe it all to you, Sal.

You put in the word,

you brought me along.

You're a good earner.

And you got

great taste in women.

- Is he treating you okay?

- Yeah, Sal.

I mean, if there's anything

you need, anything at all,

you should give me a call,

'cause Vincent won't mind.

You won't mind,

will you, Vincenzo?

What about me, Sal?

There's plenty of me

to go around, honey.

Salut.

What's wrong?

Don't worry, I'll say goodbye

to loverboy for you.

No, you promised me.

You promised me.

Sal, I'm sorry, I gotta go.

Something just came up.

- Can't it wait?

- No, the natives are restless.

You know how it is.

It's a little street thing

but I gotta take care

of it personally.

Oh. The personal touch

always works.

- Put Carla in a cab for me?

- Absolutely.

Go ahead.

You take care of your little

street thing, okay?

And

make sure it don't

interfere with business,

because you know

how I feel about that.

And Vincenzo

you be careful,

'cause you never know

who's behind things.

Look before you leap.

You understand?

Ryan, we ain't eight years old,

and this ain't the playground.

Ain't gonna be little Tommy Murphy

coming through that door.

Why don't you get outta here?

I don't want you here!

- Go, leave!

- I'm not leaving without you.

Come on with that bullshit look.

I can deal with Vincent.

- Just let me handle it

- I'm fed up with your sh*t!

God damn it,

we can make up a story.

- No more stories!

- Let me damn it!

Vincent, Ryan's sorry

You f***ing prick,

get over there!

- Don't touch him!

- Take this Irish b*tch with you.

And shut her the f*** up!

I hear one sound from either

of you then you'll be next.

You understand?

Not a word.

Not a sound.

Just watch.

You like it when

people watch?

Let's give them a show.

Motherf***er.

This is gonna be fun, Ryan.

Eddie and me are walking outta

here or you can kill us.

Either way,

we're free of this game.

You want a f***ing game?

I'll give you a game.

Mitch.

I'm not gonna

let you leave...

I'm not

gonna let you die...

No...

I'm gonna teach you

once and for all

not to touch...

what I own.

Vincent, don't do it.

Carla, it has nothing

to do with you.

- Listen to me.

- Get outta here, Carla.

No, we made a deal.

I'm yours.

And I've given you

everything I have.

And I've given it

only to you.

But if you

do this thing,

if you touch him

with that,

then you'll have broken

your word to me,

and we will have nothing.

Is that what

you want, Vincent?

Is that what you want?

Or do you just want me?

Just me, giving you

everything that I have?

H ey, what about Eddie?

H e's still mine. I want him

back out on the street.

Get the f*** out of here.

So what did you expect?

Did you think that things

would really be different?

No.

Once that sh*t gets

underneath your skin,

once it runs through your veins

and gets inside your head,

it never lets you go.

It waits,

until you hurt inside,

until you are really

needy and confused,

and then it

whispers to you.

Oh God.

Jimmy thought

he'd kicked it.

So many times he thought

he was free.

But then something

would happen, some thing

that would make him listen

to that voice inside his head.

And I'd come home,

and I'd find him laying

there on the floor,

rolled up in a little ball,

sometimes the needle

would still be in his arm.

And I'd wait...

I'd wait for him

to come down.

And then

I'd just hold him.

I'd just rock him

like a little baby.

And then he'd cry and

he'd beg me to forgive him

and swear that it was

the last time, but it never was.

Because that sh*t

was inside of him

hidden in his mind,

waiting, whispering.

(rumbling)

Look, Ryan, that voice

is still inside Eddie

and it's still inside you.

I know you think about it,

about getting high.

Just one little taste,

one last time.

Jimmy used

to feel that way.

He'd fight it.

Then he'd wake up in the middle

of the night covered in sweat.

How do you sleep, Ryan?

How are your nights?

Does it whisper to you

in your dreams?

Get out... Ryan.

Get the f*** out.

Otherwise you're gonna

end up dead

in some alley

or on some rooftop,

or right under

Hellgate Bridge

just like your brother.

Father, I just really...

wanted to talk to someone.

I'm listening.

I'm not sure

anymore about

what's right or

what to do.

I have these

feelings, but, uh

I gotta do something.

Why do you have

to do something?

Because every

everyone that I

that I love is in pain.

You blame yourself?

Y eah.

Do they blame you?

They- they- they say

that they don't but I-

they have to.

And that's what

hurts you the most?

It's not my hurt that-

that concerns me.

Then what is

your confusion?

If I stay here, it may

cause them more trouble,

but if I go, I can't live

with what might happen.

Why have you come here?

I told you.

I needed to talk.

It sounds like

the ones you love

are the ones you need

to talk to, to work things out.

What if they

won't listen?

Well, at least

you would've tried.

There's no

good way out of this.

Sometimes we have to choose

the lesser of two evils.

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