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Hello, Mr. Davis.
My name is Jack Carter,
and you dont want to know me.
lts one guy talking,
but lll be honest.
l dont understand
what the big freaking deal is.
l told Fletcher
l was gonna get him the money.
You shut up!
Give me a break, Jack.
You havent seen the guy in, what,
four, five years?
He kicks and now
suddenly you give a shit?
You Father Mulcahy?
lm so not buying this,
its not even funny, kemo sabe.
My little brother is dead.
He left a family, so lm going.
l owe him.
Let me get this. Now you owe him?
Heres the bad news:
lts a little late.
Listen, the therapy session is good,
you know? You need it. . .
. . .but why dont l go somewhere else?
lm gonna talk to--
You sit here
and you shut your mouth. . .
. . .or this is going to the next level,
you got that?
Next level? What is that?
A catch phrase or something?
Catch phrase?
Jack, come on.
Take it easy or youll give yourself
a fucking heart attack.
Fletcher wants your ass here.
Hes made that very clear to you.
lm like a broken record.
lf you dont take care of business. . .
. . .the business will take care of you.
-lm taking care of business.
-Whatever.
-What time is your flight?
-lm not flying.
-l beg your pardon?
-Not flying, Connie.
You got something
special working there?
What? Knives, guns, flamethrowers?
Something youre not telling
Con-a-won-a-doo-da-day?
lm back in a couple of days.
Right. But, Jack?
What are you doing here?
l came to pay my respects.
He couldve used your respect
while he was alive.
ls Doreen around?
Yeah, shes around.
l will lift up mine eyes unto
the hills, from whence cometh my help.
My help cometh from the Lord,
which made Heaven and Earth.
He will not suffer thy foot
to be moved:
He that keepeth thee will not slumber.
Behold, He that keepeth lsrael
shall neither slumber nor sleep.
The Lord is thy keeper.
The Lord is thy shade
upon thy right hand.
The sun shall not smite thee by day,
nor the moon by night.
The Lord shall preserve thee
from all evil.
He shall preserve thy going out. . .
. . .and thy coming in
from this day forth. . .
. . .and even for evermore. Amen.
How you doing?
lm Jack, Richies brother.
Oh, shit, man. Hi, lm Eddie.
l worked with him over at the George.
Eddie, let me ask you a question:
-Was my brother into something?
-Richie? No, man.
He wasnt that type of guy.
lm very sorry about your father.
Dont feel sorry for me.
You dont know me.
Youre a picture on a piano.
Hold up, would you?
l couldnt help noticing you.
You stand out in a crowd.
lm Jack, Richies brother.
-lm real sorry. He was a great guy.
-Yeah.
So, whered you know Richard from?
Around the bar.
You know how it goes.
No.
Why dont you tell me?
l dont know you well enough
to get personal.
You think something happened. . .
. . .between the time you saw him
and the accident?
l dont know. Maybe, l guess.
But youd know if something was up.
Shit, man, l dont know.
l guess. Yeah, maybe.
Jack, that is enough!
lts enough.
What are you gonna do, rough me up?
l like to be alone.
Sure.
lm fine, all right?
l just came out for a smoke.
You know, Doreen, you dont know me
very well, and what you do know. . .
. . .you dont like much.
lm gonna be here over the weekend,
so, if you need anything at all. . .
. . .lll be staying
at the Mercer Hotel, okay?
-He didnt drink.
-What?
My dad.
He wouldnt drink and drive.
So, what do you think happened?
l dont know.
Maybe. . . .
l dont know. Forget it.
Hes dead, right? Whats it matter?
Tell my mom lll be home later.
Whatd I tell you? Whatd I say?
Which part of I can t let you go
did you not under-fucking-stand?
This is yourjob.
This is not a freaking charity case.
You do your job!
l want your butt down here tomorrow.
l am the boss, Jack! Okay?
Got me?
I can t believe you guys
kept this cat.
Richie and l used to hide stuff from
our mom underneath all the cookies.
lm pretty sure she knew,
but l dont think she really cared.
So were you two guys okay?
-What?
-l mean you and Richie. . . .
l mean, before the accident,
were you two getting along okay?
-What kind of question is that?
-lts just a question.
Was he drinking a lot more?
More than normal?
What? Jack. . . .
Eddie said he didnt see
him drink much.
Doreen said he wouldnt
drink and drive. lm just--
Oh, Jack. What are you doing?
-What?
-Why do you care all of a sudden?
Because hes dead?
Where were you before?
He was your brother. You disappeared
on him, and now hes gone.
So, what am l supposed to do?
Take a trip down memory lane with you?
Catch you up on how hes doing?
What do you think youre gonna do,
come and fix things?
You dont fix things.
You break things.
Remember?
-Hello, its Connie.
-lts me.
Jack! What do you say?
Fucking white of you to call.
Fletcher ripped me a new asshole.
-You on your way back?
-lm staying a while.
Come on, look.
Who do you think is taking the heat?
Were partners.
Youre screwed, lm screwed.
He wants you.
-You need a written invitation?
-l got some things to do.
Okay, heres the truth as l know it.
l dont know how much longer
l c