You Kill Me Page #6

Hey.

Keep 'em coming.

- You got any food?

- Check the fridge.

Pam made a whole

thing of golumpki.

Henry, go get some food!

Hello?

It's him.

- Yeah.

- Hey, Roman, it's me.

I just thought

I'd call and say good night.

Yeah.

Good night.

All right. Stanley,

get the front door.

Stef, get the back.

It's Henry.

Henry's got a key.

Come on in, Henry!

Move.

Here, I'll get this.

Give me the shotgun.

Give it to me!

You take this.

Check the basement.

- What was that?

- Nothing.

I'm coming.

All right.

Let 'em in.

You know, Roman,

you could have

still plowed.

Sh*t.

Hello.

They're all dead.

- Stef?

- O'Leary shot Roman

in my front hallway.

Couldn't even

shoot him standing up

like a regular guy.

Stef, wait.

Go slower.

He hit me

over the head

to protect me and...

You want me

to come get you?

No.

Stay out there.

Live your life.

It's my fault, I...

I should have

killed O'Leary.

You're a loser, Frank.

I can't trust you anymore, Frank!

The alcoholic's God

is a very

forgiving God, Frank.

God!

I could really

use a hand right now!

You do what you're told, Frank.

You're a victim.

You let people f*** you.

Hi, you've reached Laurel.

Leave a message at the beep.

Laurel, hi.

You're sleeping.

I guess that's

just as well.

There's no way

to tell you this

that isn't gonna make me

sound like an a**hole,

but I'm leaving

for the airport

and I probably

won't come back.

I would have just hurt you.

Forget me.

I'm a joke.

Find somebody better.

There'll be

other funerals.

I'm sorry.

So, uh, gonna find a meeting

when you get there?

- Cross my heart.

- Okay.

Oh.

This isn't the place

for this, Frank.

I can't exactly

take it onboard with me.

What am I supposed

to do with it?

Kill bad guys.

Crack walnuts.

I don't care.

You were kind to me.

I want you to have it.

Thank you. I'll think of you

when I shoot something.

Frank. What the f***?

What the f***

are you thinking?

What are you doing here?

Not letting you

get away with it.

- With what?

- With being a p*ssy, Frank.

I told you, I'm not

any good for you.

Don't you think I have

anything to say about that?

I'm not helpless, Frank.

If I'm getting screwed over,

I'm really quite capable

of figuring it out for myself.

And the only screwing over

that I've gotten

from you so far

is that bullshit message

that you left on my machine.

Laurel, I'm a drunk

and a killer.

And I still

want to be with you.

Doesn't that spell

anything out for you, Frank?

I know what has to happen.

You can't be a part of it.

Haven't you learned anything

in that stupid program?

You don't know

what has to happen.

You don't know sh*t

about how to run your life.

It's not that simple.

I saw you last night.

Well, f*** my boundaries.

You know, I wanted

to see you so I came.

I almost killed you.

I pointed my gun

right at your head

and I almost killed you.

You were gonna

shoot me, Frank?

Somebody!

It turned out to be you.

I was drunk.

Don't do this, Frank.

Sorry.

Hold on.

Boarding pass?

Ma'am? I can't let you through

without a boarding pass.

I'm sorry, ma'am.

Ma'am.

Do I really look like I want to go

to f***ing Buffalo?

Boo.

I used your toothpaste.

The Chinese think O'Leary's a genius.

He's brought three legitimate

businesses with their money

in addition to taking

all our stuff.

It's like we don't exist anymore.

We don't.

They have one last meeting...

money, routes, shares,

some serious

business talk.

It's tomorrow.

One day at a time.

Did you find one?

"Living Sober,"

You want me to go with you?

Not to that meeting.

Not to the other one,

either.

Ray, how you doing?

Looking good, buddy.

Looking good.

Jim, haven't seen you

for a couple of weeks.

He's going to a meeting.

He's a drunk.

Put two in his head.

Got it.

- Earl, alcoholic.

- Hey, Earl.

Hi, Earl.

I see some new faces

here this morning.

Let me go over

some ground rules.

We meet early

and we break early.

We don't have

guest speakers

and we don't

have time for rambling.

We're here so everybody

gets to speak his mind,

have a doughnut

and get on with his day.

Stay there!

Get your hands up!

Don't move!

What are you doing?

I can't breathe!

I can't breathe.

I'm Ray and I'm

an alcoholic.

- Hey, Ray.

- Hi, Ray.

Pretty big day for me.

It's Sherry

and my anniversary.

Well, I guess you could say

I put her through a lot.

She's been really great.

Hey, could somebody

get the curtains there?

Sh*t.

- Thanks.

- No problem.

I know you think

you know Frank pretty well,

but there's probably a few things

you're not gonna want to hear.

Like that he came back

to Buffalo to kill Edward O'Leary

so he could stop him

and the rest of the Irish

from getting into bed

with some Chinese sugar daddy

and wiping your

family off the map?

Oh, and he's

a really big drunk.

Wow.

He's really opening up.

Well, uh, I guess that's about it then.

Unless, uh,

any of our new faces

would like

to say something.

Come on up.

My name's Frank

and I'm an alcoholic.

Hi, Frank.

I just moved back

after a few months away

sorting out my life,

that type of thing.

I've had

a rough time recently.

I don't know if...

coming home

is a good idea or not.

But...

my work

is here in Buffalo.

I'm needed.

That part's easy to figure.

I can focus on that.

But the other part,

my life, I don't know.

It's hard here.

I'm not the same guy

who learned to be a drunk

in my parents' garage.

I don't see myself

the same way.

I know now that I have

people I care about,

a person I care about.

Hi.

Hey.

I have a person I want

to have care about me.

I can't run away

from that.

She won't let me.

I guess...

what I'm saying is,

Laurel...

I love you.

I'm ready to spend my life

with you, whatever happens.

I love you too, Frank!

- It looks like James is here.

- I hope he turned up the heat.

Come on.

Can I get you

a drink, Frank?

No, thanks.

Nuh!

Get in.

Now.

- Here to kill me, are you?

- Yes.

Well, then you won't mind

if I get myself a drink.

You know, a guy

like me, Frankie,

I can't drink

out of the bottle.

You could pull an army tank

out from behind there...

I'd still kill you.

- You know I got friends coming.

- Come out from around there.

Are you good at your job,

Frankie boy?

Didn't used to be.

Well, how about now?

Don't kill me, Frank, okay?

Don't kill me.

Well, it was worth a try.

You should think about getting

yourself into a program.

Well, I guess that...

Anybody here with one week?

One month?

Six months?

One year?

Anybody celebrating one year?

My name's Frank

and I'm an alcoholic.

Hi, Frank.

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