Daruma

Jackpot.

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Hey.

What the hell are you doing?

That's my dad's watch.

And now it's mine.

-God damn it. -

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Aw, no.

What the hell is wrong with you?

I told you to keep that rusted piece of crap

on your side of the property line.

It is, you prick.

And who's that half-dressed hussy running down my driveway?

Mind your own damn business.

You're going to pay for my car.

You can believe whatever you want dickhead.

Asshole!

Hey, hey, brother.

Help me out , will ya?

Come on.

I'm sorry, but I can't give you an advance on your disability payments,

no matter how much you sit here and badger me.

Listen, I was robbed.

What happened to thank you for your service?

Mr. Marshall...

You can't light up in here.

I'm going to ask you to put that out.

What are you going to do about it?

Will!

Come get a problem before it be a problem.

Uh-uh!

You're going to have to press enter

and give me the money I need!

I'm enter your behind out this door.

Will!

Let's go.

Happy birthday.

Thank you for your service.

So where were you stationed?

Fallujah.

I was in Baghdad.

Is that where...

Hey, man.

Everyone's got something wrong with them.

Sometimes I don't know which one of us got it worse.

Yeah.

Oh, ho-ho!

Oh, yes. Bless you, brother.

Thank you. Thank you.

Y-You have some more?

That's my bus fare.

Jesus.

Whatever.

No one cares.

That's not true man, I care!

'Cause we're the same. You and me man.

-We're the same man. -We're nothing alike.

Oh, yes we are, man.

You just don't know it yet.

They're all bastards in there but...

fuck 'em!

Fuck 'em all!

and fuck you, too!

Dude, Tommy.

This is like half.

It's Thomas and since you come in half the time you're expected to be here,

you get paid half the rate we agreed on.

Come on man, I've been dealing with some stuff.

Come on yourself.

I-I'm the one taking a risk here.

I'm trying to help you keep your benefits, man.

I mean, you come in late stinking like a strip club.

-How does that make me look? -You go to the same strip club!

Not every day.

I got a business to run

and I got employees up my ass asking

why does Patrick get away with this shit and I don't?

Because you feel sorry for me.

Admit it. You pity me.

It's not like that, man.

You know what?

I don't need your charity.

I quit.

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Come back here, damn it!

-Get the hell back! -Go to hell!

-Stop! Don't touch me! -Where's my stuff??

Where's my stuff?

You couldn't please a woman even if your dick was working!

Loser!

Get back here!

Come on!

Man, she stole my father's watch!

What'd you expect?

Hey. Hey!

What the fuck?

Oh, God. Brad, I think he's hurt. We have to help him.

Help me get him up, Brad.

Mr. Marshall?

Mr. Marshall, are you alright?

You sure you're all right?

I'm sorry. Why are you here?

My name is Kaitlin. This is Brad.

We're with the Department of Child Welfare.

Are you familiar with a woman named Heather Parks?

Um... doesn't ring a bell.

Did you get our letter?

Everything should have been explained.

My neighbor... had my mail.

It's a veteran community, you know?

Uh, well... uh...

Miss Parks is Camilla's mom.

Who the hell's Camilla?

She's your daughter.

I'm sorry, folks.

Thanks for your help, but...

you got the wrong guy.

Patrick Samuel Marshall?

That's my name.

4215 Indian Paintbrush Road?

Uh-huh.

You can't smoke that.

I think we're done here.

But we're not, actually.

You're sure you've never heard of Miss Parks?

Why? She say I owe her money?

She's gonna be disappointed.

Um, unfortunately, Miss Parks is no longer with us.

She passed away last month.

Oh, well, um...

that's too bad.

Miss Parks stated in her will

that she wants you to be the beneficiary of her life insurance policy

until her daughter, your daughter, Camilla, comes of age.

-Listen, Karen. -Kaitlin.

Whatever.

I don't have a kid.

Okay? I'm not your guy.

If you don't mind now?

I guess we contact the grandparents now?

Kaitlin, wait!

Hey.

You do know her.

So we slept together a few times when I lived in San Diego.

What happened to her, anyway?

Cancer.

Apparently, it was very fast and very awful.

Mr. Marshall, you are her only living relative,

apart from her maternal grandparents

-and they're getting up there. -What about me, huh?

You think I'm in any kind of shape to take care of a kid?

Plenty of people with disabilities raise families, Mr. Marshall.

I don't have a disability, I'm vertically challenged.

And besides, I like my life.

I don't need some kid coming in and messing it up.

-I'm happy. -Really?

Why do you want me to take her anyways? Huh? What, are you, nuts?

Maybe.

Or maybe I've just seen too many kids fall through the cracks

when they get in the system.

You've been given a gift, Mr. Marshall.

And you're throwing it away.

It's a waste of time.

I'm sorry about your door, Mr. Marshall. We'll fix it.

You said there's money?

Yes.

How much?

$4,000 a month.

To cover her expenses, cost of living.

Screw you, Tommy.

You've convinced me. I'll do it. I'll take her.

You will?

Sure. Why not?

Like you said, how hard could it be?

You'll have to make some serious lifestyle changes...

-immediately. -I'm flexible.

You can't smoke around her, Mr. Marshall. She's borderline asthmatic.

-No problem. -You'll have to clean your residence.

You'll have to get her a bed, a safe place to sleep.

-Toys, clothes. -Yeah, about that.