What Doesn't Kill You Page #5

- Really?

- I got two kids!

- Oh, okay.

- Where am I gonna go?

You think you're the only person who's

ever been in this situation before?

- I can't hear this now.

- Stacy!

I'll call you later.

- Please push the button.

- I already pushed it.

There she is. Excuse me, nurse.

Can I please get some pain medicine?

You have an hour to go.

No, I don't have an hour to go.

I've already waited a f***ing hour.

I want some pain

medicine, okay?

- You need to calm down.

- No, I don't need to calm down.

- I need to get some pain medicine.

- Brian, quiet!

- No, there's no reason...

- You just have to be patient.

There's no reason that I need to sit here

in pain. Now, can I just please have a...

Whatever you got. Just give

me a little bit of something.

- You need to just wait one more hour.

- I'm in f***ing pain here, okay?

I don't know what it takes

for you to understand that!

- How long you been working here?

- This is my second week.

Right! Figures!

- Give me some f***ing pain medicine!

- Brian! Brian, lower your voice.

- Now!

- I'll go get the doctor.

- Get the doctor!

- Look at you. Look at you.

- This is insane. What are you doing to us?

- Not right now, Stacy.

What about your boys? If

you're not gonna think about me,

- think about your boys.

- Not right f***ing now!

Yes, now! You're a drug addict. You're

out every night doing coke, drinking.

This has gotta stop. You

promised me it was gonna stop!

- Get me the f***...

- What are you doing?

- Brian, wait!

... out of here!

Brian, wait!

- What are you doing? No!

- Get the f*** away from me!

You can't leave.

Brian, you're gonna...

Brian, where are you going?

- Mr. Reilly, where are you going?

- Mind your own f***ing business!

This is AMA, Mr...

- I don't give a f*** what you call it!

- Mr. Reilly!

You sit down!

- Brian! Brian, wait!

- Just leave me alone!

You're gonna freeze.

Hey! Somebody help.

He's barefoot!

Brian!

Matt, get him some

clothes, all right?

Get him some f***ing clothes

before I f***ing murder you!

Brian, get the f*** up!

What the f*** is this

crazy sh*t? Get the f*** up!

You're better than this,

bro, all right? Get up.

After all we been through,

you're gonna do this to me?

All right. Hey, you are stronger

than this! You look like sh*t.

- Get some... Where are the f***ing clothes?

- Here. Here.

I don't ever want to

see you again. All right?

I don't ever want

to see you again!

You're so much better than this,

all right? Leave this sh*t alone.

This is what you're

gonna do to us, huh?

You're supposed

to have my back.

Let's go home. Let's

go home. Let's go home.

What, you're just gonna sit there

silent? You're not gonna say a thing?

I mean, come on, Stacy.

I had a lot going on.

I haven't touched

a thing in a week.

What do you want me to do?

You're not gonna let me come home?

I want to see my kids, Stacy.

I mean, how many times do I

have to say I'm sorry? I'm sorry.

Sorry's not good

enough anymore.

I got nothing to say. I

gotta go pick up the kids.

All right.

How you doing?

Stacy coming around?

I don't know. We're talking about

maybe going out to dinner. We'll see.

Anthony called me. He's got another

one of them truck scores lined up.

- Oh, yeah?

- Yeah.

- I could sure use it.

- Can you drive one of them...

- Five speeds?

- Yeah.

- Sure.

- All right.

Hey, Mark. You gonna

throw that at me? Okay.

Not in the street.

Not in the street.

- Hey. How you doing?

- Doing good.

See you later, okay?

Give your dad a kiss.

I love you.

You ready?

Hey.

- So, what about dinner?

- Call me tomorrow.

- How much more room?

- I don't know. Looks good to me.

Here we go.

What'd I tell

you? Piece of cake.

Nice. Nice. Yeah.

- Talk to you guys later.

- Thanks.

Oh, f***.

Hey, turn him around.

Do you remember me?

How about now?

Get him out of here.

- Hey, you Paulie McDougan?

- Yeah. Who are you?

Ronny Dents, from Dorchester.

You know Pat Kelly, right?

- Yeah.

- He'll be out in the yard at 1:00.

He wants to see you.

Section 3 and 5, "A" block

on the yard in 15 minutes.

Section 3 and 5, "A" block

on the yard in 15 minutes.

- That's Pat.

- I'll catch up.

Brian.

- Paulie.

- Hey, Pat.

- Small world.

- Yeah, yeah.

Five to seven, could be worse.

Come on. Let's walk.

- So, that's the thanks I get, huh?

- Pat...

Hey, look, I haven't lasted this

long by letting people f*** me.

The first chance you get,

you guys go out on your own.

- It wasn't like that, Pat.

- That's exactly how it was.

You don't think I know

what's going on out there?

Come on.

I give people one chance,

and you just had yours.

Don't ever f*** me again.

I was pretty good to you two.

Let's put this sh*t behind us.

We watch each

other's back in here.

- F***ing rat hole.

- It's good to see you, Pat.

It's good to see you, too.

I heard you two

were coming in.

Unfortunate, but I'm

just glad to see you.

Yeah, you, too, Pat.

And, you, you still f***ing

everything out there, huh?

- Prospects ain't so good right now.

- You're all done for a while.

- You got enough.

- You better be all done for a while.

Hey, sign up for that

alcoholics meeting later.

Okay, yeah, all right.

Hey, I'm Ray. I'm an alcoholic.

It's good to be here tonight.

And you remember

when we first met,

I said, " Look, let's

get the cigarette book,

"everything that helps

the clock go fast. "

- Yeah, right.

- Right, it kills time.

But then when we

take the cash bets,

and they wanna bet $500

or $1,000 a game, right,

then they think they can give us

the old check-in-the-mail story.

Well, we cut them off.

Who needs the aggravation?

I'll see you back there.

...for the people in my network, I'm

able to stay sober one day at a time.

Thanks for coming.

Sure.

- You look good.

- Thanks.

- How are the boys?

- They're all right.

Mark wrote you some letters,

but they confiscated them.

How are you doing?

Considering I was just

frisked, I'm doing great.

Look, you gotta help me

out a little bit here, okay?

- Give you some help?

- Yeah.

I know the situation that I put you

in. I feel bad about it, believe me.

But there's nothing I

can do about that now.

If you want to move

on, I'd understand.

Move on? Move on where?

Move on where? You

got an option for me?

I'm just telling you

it's okay. I'd understand.

I gotta raise your sons.

It's not like you

were ever there.

Not like I was ever there. What, you

gonna start taking shots at me now?

If it weren't for my

father, we'd be homeless.

So what do you wanna do?

I don't know.

Do you still love me?

Do you ever find yourself

getting tired of all this?

What, doing time? F*** yeah.

No, the whole thing,

you know. Just the grind.

Always chasing after a buck, trying

to be one step ahead of the cops.

We're just playing

the cards we're dealt.

I suck as a father.

What?

Brian, come on. I mean, I'm

not gonna sh*t you, all right.

You're not gonna win Father of the Year,

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