Under Hellgate Bridge Page #4

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We all have to face that.

Hi- hi, it's me.

Vincent could've

killed you.

You gotta get

away from this.

If I could do it,

if I could get you

and the kid outta here,

would you go?

Ryan...

I've given my word.

And besides...

I'm his wife now.

- You weren't always.

- No, I wasn't.

But that was

a long time ago.

It's not that long.

There are so many

other things.

It doesn't matter.

None of that matters.

I had to do things

in prison to survive.

Things happened to me too.

Things I'm not proud of.

And it almost destroyed me.

But always...

always I thought

about you,

and what happened

between us.

And sometimes,

I would just imagine...

us together

just like we are now.

I'd close my eyes

and I could block it all out.

But, Ryan,

I have Tyler now.

I have to think about him,

about his well-being.

And you just don't walk away

from a guy like Vincent.

Even Vincent wouldn't

hurt his own kid.

- Carla-

- No!

Don't you say it.

Don't you f***ing say it.

Isn't this hard enough?

I can't let all

those feelings back in

and then have

to live like this.

Carla, I love you.

- No... no.

- I love you.

What?

You and Mitch have

a hard day at the office?

Oh, you know me too well.

Actually, I was...

playing in a card game

over at City Highland,

and I started losing.

And you know how

I feel about losing.

At the end, there was just

three of us left in the game.

So I took it easy.

I watched every move

they made.

How they were

playing their cards.

How they were working

the table.

How they looked

at each other.

I just waited-

until everyone was

real relaxed...

and at ease.

And then...

Tyler, come sit

with Daddy.

Come here, sporto.

I love you.

And then?

Well, when you gamble,

you gotta be ready

for almost anything.

Sometimes you win.

Sometimes you lose.

But that's what makes

the game so exciting.

The possibility that

you could lose it all.

Especially the one thing

you love the most.

But then,

gamblers know that.

Daddy, Mommy was

trying to make me

eat more meatloaf

but I didn't want to.

Mommy just wants

to see you

grow up to be

big and strong,

because Mommy loves you.

And Mommy loves Daddy too.

Don't you, Mommy?

Don't you love Daddy?

(knocking on door)

Hold on.

I said, hold on!

Hold on.

What do you want?

Vincent wants

to see you.

What? Haven't the two of you

had enough fun for one week?

Well, Vincent's uh-

very emotional, very sensitive.

And I think this whole thing

is getting way out of hand,

so why don't you come down

to the bar, have a few drinks,

we straighten this whole thing

out, and we'll be done with it?

Straighten it out?

Y eah. Vincent,

he ain't a bad guy.

Ryan, come in.

Pour yourself a drink

and have a seat.

Make yourself at home.

The night is young

and love is in the air.

Isn't that right,

pussycat?

Oh, Carla, this is Ryan.

And Ryan,

this is my wife- Carla.

Why did you do this?

Don't do this sh*t-

Carla seemed to be missing

the good old days so much,

I thought I'd give her

a little reminder.

Mitch, make sure that

Ryan is comfortable

and see that

he doesn't leave.

And make sure

he pays attention.

Ryan, did you know

that from time to time...

my wife does me

little favors?

Little things to keep

the relationship exciting.

You know, games.

Oh, it works wonders

to rekindle the old passions,

to spice up

those long evenings.

But then, I'm lucky.

Because you have

to admit that...

even after all these years,

my wife is still

quite the looker.

And having my child certainly

hasn't hurt her figure.

In fact, all this music,

this dancing-

this champagne-

has put me in a very

romantic mood.

A very romantic mood.

Don't you do it!

Don't you f***ing do it!

Ryan, hasn't life

taught you

not to interfere

between a husband...

his wife...

and the little games

they play, huh?

Don't you f***ing do it!

- Shut up.

- No, Mitch, don't hurt him.

Just make sure

he pays attention.

I'm sure that my wife's

desire to demonstrate

her undying love

and devotion to me-

will be painful enough

for my good friend.

Won't it, Ryan?

No, don't look away, Ryan.

Ryan-

this is the best bit.

You see, Ryan...

she's mine.

And always will be.

Should anyone or anything

try to change that...

there'll be

a lot more pain.

It's up to you.

You understand?

Throw him out, Mitch.

24 hours a day, I want Louie

keeping an eye on her.

And I want everybody watching

the streets for anything,

anything at all.

Consider it done.

So... you want me

to tap a little deeper

into that private source

of mine?

- I'm kinda in the mood.

- Sure, knock yourself out.

- One more thing.

- What?

Get the word to Eddie

that Mikey needs to see him.

Why, what's going on?

Oh, nothing new.

- Ryan:
God's damned me.

- Father:
What?

H e's left me

with no alternatives.

Either way I turn,

I'm damned.

There are always alternatives.

You're just confused.

No, there's-

there's no confusion.

It's finally-

it's clear to me.

It's- it's what

I'm gonna have to do.

No, no, it's man's confusion

that blows the will of God,

man's separation

from God's grace,

and then he can't see

the alternatives

that faith and absolution

can make very clear.

But, Father,

I'm only a man. I can only-

I can only make

choices as a man.

I'm afraid- not for myself

but for everyone else

that I've put into this situation,

that I've placed in pain.

Ryan, you must have faith,

you must believe.

Will you pray for me, Father?

Will you pray for my soul?

Ryan, what is it,

what happened?

It's not what happened,

it's just-

it's what I've gotta do.

Fast horses-

they make you a lot of money.

Speed- he finishes first,

finishes first.

This horse is slow.

We don't want him.

- This one's a pocket of gold.

- Sweetheart, come here.

Louie, I told you-

stay away from my son.

Sorry.

I need your help.

Please, there's

no one else I can trust.

- (phone rings)

- Take this to him.

Hello. Who is this?

Who is this?

Marsha:

You're up to something.

You getting high without me?

What are you trying to cut me out of?

No, it's just business.

Look, maybe later,

we should talk

about some things.

H ere. Take this,

go back to the apartment.

I'll meet you in a couple hours.

Go-go-go-go. Go.

I can't believe

you're making a scene

- with that junkie in my place.

- I'm sorry, Mike. I'm sorry.

I should have my head examined,

you're too nickel-and-dime sh*t.

- This is out of your league.

- What? I can do this.

F*** this.

After what your a**hole brother

pulled in here the other day,

I gotta get somebody else

to handle this.

Maybe I can get

Ralph or Frankie.

No, no, come on,

I'm your man.

I do right on this,

you tell Big Sal.

I'll be there and back

in under and hour and boom,

you got play for the late night crowd,

and you won't let Vincent down.

All right.

All right, but straight there

and straight back,

just pick up the package

and get outta there.

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