What Doesn't Kill You Page #4

back at the sandwich counter, all right?

See you later, guys.

What happened to

you last night?

Nothing. I had to do

some stuff with Stacy.

We gotta be sharp on this.

Naturally.

- Hey, Matt.

- Yo, hey. Paulie.

- Hey, what's up.

- Yeah, good, good.

- How's everything going?

- Yeah, good. You want a seat?

- You want a sandwich or something?

- No, I think I'm okay.

- Well, you got the money?

- Yeah, do you have the juice?

Yeah, it's in the freezer.

Have a seat. Now, seriously...

- What, you want something?

- No, man, I'm okay. Why don't we...

- It's all right. It's all right. It's on me.

- No, believe me, I'm fine. I appreciate it.

You know what? You

guys just sit tight,

and I'll go grab the money,

all right? I'll be right back.

I told him to bring it in.

We told you to have him

bring the f***ing money in!

I know, I told him, but

he was threatening me.

Get the f*** in the car!

Something's going on.

- Hurry up!

- Boston PD! Hey!

Put your hands up!

Hands on the dash!

Hey! Do not f***ing move!

All right, here. Hands on

the... Give me the keys.

- What the f*** are you talking about?

- Put your hands on the dash!

- You selling any drugs down here?

- No, sir.

So, you're down here

making a drug deal, huh?

- I have no idea what you're talking about.

- Shut the f*** up!

Are you making drug

deals down here?

- No.

- Where's the money?

- Where's the money?

- What money?

- Where's the money?

- Shut the f*** up!

Joe, get an answer out of him!

Christ! We're not gonna get an

answer like that! F***ing prick!

- Sh*t! Where is the money?

- I don't know what you're talking about!

The f***ing money!

Where's the money?

Oh, yeah. You don't know what I'm

talking about, huh? You lying prick.

Let's go!

What the f*** are

you looking at?

- Hey!

- Mind your f***ing business!

- Somebody help us!

- Where's the key?

Hey, somebody help

us! Call a doctor!

Let me ask you something.

How old are you?

- I'll be 27 next week.

- No, you're not.

F***! She looks like

she's 22, don't she?

No, no, you look good.

You look really good.

- Thanks. Yeah, I gotta get back to work.

- No, sit down, sit down.

- Joe wants to talk to you.

- You're gonna get me fired.

I wanna talk to you.

I wanna talk to you.

No, you don't have to work. All right,

I'll come with you. I'll help you.

- Hey, Jay. How you doing?

- Brian, what's going on?

I want you to meet

my buddy, Josh.

Hey, Josh. How you doing?

Have a seat over here.

What, your boy run off

in the middle of a score?

- He does sh*t like that all the time, Brian.

- I'm sorry I took off, but you know...

What are you doing, running off on

a score? You don't have any balls?

No, I do, but it

was getting crazy.

- You were gonna kill those guys.

- I don't give a f***!

Here. Here's a few bucks for you.

You're lucky you're getting that.

No, don't sit down

here! Get over there!

No, come on, sit down.

Man, I'm f***ing with you.

Hey, can you get him a drink?

We need to talk.

- Come on, Jay.

- Listen, listen, relax.

What's going on?

What do you mean?

What do I mean?

I'm talking scores.

You just robbed two

guys up on E Street.

What are you

getting at, Jackie?

You two are out there on your

own, and we don't see a dime?

What do you want from us?

We been running around like a

couple of f***ing errand boys for you

for 15 years, and what

do we have to show for it?

Nothing. All right, so we make

a few extra bucks on the side.

Errand boys? That's

how you see it?

That ain't the point, Jackie. I

got kids to feed, and I'm broke.

And we don't? Hey, Pat

is pissed about this.

You keep it up, you're

gonna have a problem.

- Are you threatening us?

- I don't threaten nobody.

All right, man, if that's the way

it is. I don't know what else to say.

That's the way it is.

- You need a ride home?

- No, I'm all set.

Hey, listen, I'm gonna be out

of here in about 15 minutes.

- I just gotta clean up.

- No, I'm fine, thanks. Here you go.

You motherf***er!

Motherf***er.

Dr. Evans, dial 283.

- Mrs. Reilly.

- Yes.

Hi.

Here's the situation.

As you know, your husband has

been struck by three bullets.

One is lodged in the back of his head,

one's been removed from his right shoulder,

and one from his left forearm.

The bullet in the

back of his head,

we have decided not to go ahead

with the surgery to remove it

because we feel it would be too

dangerous at this time, okay?

It's too close to

the spinal cord,

and it would be too dangerous to

go in and retrieve that bullet.

What we want to do is we want

to keep him here and observe him,

and we want to give him a lot of

antibiotics, and he should be okay.

We're very lucky that it was a

very small caliber bullet, so...

I do think you should know

that there were large traces of

cocaine and alcohol in his system.

He says he's gonna be fine.

I couldn't tell you. This

guy had a hood over his head.

- I couldn't see his face.

- F*** him.

I just saw him standing

there with the pistol.

- Who do you think, if you had to say?

- I don't know. I couldn't say.

- Do you think it was that prick Jackie?

- I wish I knew. I really do.

- Hi.

- I'll be back.

- Hey. How are you?

- I'm fine. I'm fine.

I'm all right. Come

on, give me a kiss.

- My God, I can't even get to you.

- Get over that thing.

Don't move your arm.

He's gonna be all right. I've got some

water right here for him if he wants.

- Stace, I'm gonna be right outside.

- Hi, Katie.

- The boys okay?

- They're fine.

- Are they okay?

- Yeah, they're good.

They're with my father. Don't worry

about anything. I gotta call work...

- No, no, no, I'm okay.

... get someone to cover for me.

- I'm just gonna go to sleep anyway.

- What, are you crazy? I can't.

You gotta get home. The

boys are gonna worry.

- Hey, Paulie.

- Hey, Hogie.

- How's Brian doing?

- I don't know. He's in the f***ing hospital

with a shitload of holes in him.

How do you think he's doing, huh?

Did you see anything?

No, I was stocking the bar.

Brian was the last to go.

Ten minutes later, I

found him on the sidewalk.

Hey, Paulie, how's he doing?

Did you do it?

What are you, out of your

mind? I'm gonna shoot Brian?

Come on, I've known you

guys since you were kids.

Whatever you two were doing,

you brought this on yourselves.

So, how is he?

He's gonna live.

- I feel like I'm going f***ing crazy.

- Come on, have a seat. Sit down.

Oh, no, sorry. You

had the roast beef.

This one's for him.

I can't even remember

a f***ing order.

Thanks.

- How you doing?

- Pretty good. You?

Hey! Hey!

- Stace?

- Yeah?

- Are you okay?

- Yeah.

Now, I know I've said this

before, but this has gotta stop.

- He's killing you with this sh*t.

- I know.

- You have got to get away from him.

- Katie, please, not now.

You know what? You say

this every single time,

- and every single time you go back...

- I got nowhere to go!

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