What Doesn't Kill You Page #9
Sit in that cell with all these
hopes and dreams of my life,
and it's f***ing bullshit.
Who am I kidding?
It's impossible for me.
kids more than I do. Nobody.
But I look at them, I see
nothing but victims. My victims.
I can't give them
anything, nothing,
let alone what they deserve.
Just...
It's okay. Go
ahead. Let it out.
It took me 50 years
to learn real men cry.
Today Sean asked me to stay
sober and not ever go away again.
Man...
It scared the f*** out of me because I
don't think it's anything that I can do.
A day at a time, you can.
I'll tell you something, they'd
be better off without me, really.
They would.
I just screw everything up
when I come around, anyway.
Let's do it. F*** this.
Get down! Get down!
- Get down! Get down!
- Get your hands up.
There you go.
- F***!
- Nice and easy. Nobody gets hurt.
We don't need any heroes.
Police! Freeze!
- Freeze!
- Let's go!
F***, f***, f***, f***.
- Let's go!
- Drop your weapon! Now! I said now!
What are you doing? Get in!
- Get in the car!
- Let's go! Move!
Go, go, go, go!
Sh*t. Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t, sh*t.
Where you been?
- I went for a walk.
- Yeah? You hungry?
Thanks.
This chick I've been seeing is making
these unbelievable pancakes, all right?
You're gonna want one of
these suckers. All right.
What's up? You all right?
Yeah.
I don't know what, she taught
me a little something, but...
These f***ing things are good.
What's up?
I...
I can't go, Paulie.
I gotta take a
pass for my boys.
Don't worry, all
right? I seen it coming.
You know, I got a guy ready.
But I gotta tell you something.
I'm getting away with it.
There's not a doubt in my mind.
I'm retiring on this one. I'm not
going back to prison for no one.
You can bet on that.
could talk you out of it then.
It's not gonna be the same.
- I understand, Brian.
- Paul.
Come on, you got kids.
It's good. It's good.
Come on.
I understand, all right.
Topping today's news, a brazen
broad-daylight armored-car robbery.
A shootout erupted after three men
robbed a South Shore mall this morning,
getting away with an
undetermined amount of cash.
A wounded guard was transported
to Boston City Hospital.
His condition is unknown.
Good job.
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