hello, tom. takin' care of the place?
so how you likin' the neighborhood?
what are you, runnin' for mayor?
yeah, just thought you'd want to get it out of your hair.
i can wait. hey, frank, some game we picked to miss last night, huh? how many yards adam end up with? tom turns in his seat, following the cop's line of vision.
but, you know, what am i gonna do, i'm a single father with a son to support, i can' t just say fuck everything. so i scraped together enough money to make a few downpayments, and here i am. a landlord, for christ's sake.
hey, kurt, you remember that muller girl? like he ever tells me anything.
no, the other one. samantha. lenny, the crank, joins the conversation.
she did?
why you wanna know about her?
no. you're the first tenants since i bought it.
what do you want me to do about it, lenny?
tom's askin' about that muller girl from over by baldwin, you know, the one that ran away?
drink up. you got this'started, you're god damn well gonna help finish it. kurt takes the bottle and drinks. he starts to lower it, but his father forces him to drink more, and more, until he nearly retches.
roll him over! kurt does. tom, regaining his strength, starts to struggle, but kurt puts his knee in the middle of. tom's back and pulls his head back. kurt is blubbering, hysterical. harry
don't move! but tom tries to scramble to his feet. harry starts to squeeze the trigger -- -- and screams in agony. looking down, he sees maggie has plunged the knife into his thigh. she rips it out and plunges it in again. harry's arm flies up, the gun goes off, and the bullet rips through the ceiling.