Molly: Yo, Bill, you sure about this? Robbin' a kid's party? Bill: Yeah, I'm sure. Grows up fast anyway, they'll forget soon enuff Molly: I dunno man. Seems a little... wrong, you know? Bill: Wrong? It's just material possessions, Mol. Don't make it more'n that. Molly: Yeah but... it's kids we're talking about here. Kids who still believe in presents. Bill: Oh, for fuck's sake. They'll get presents someday. Then win them later on Molly: You're incorrigible sometimes, Bill. Bill: Well, I could be a little less incorrigible. It makes life easier for everyone Molly: Yeah. A little less incorrigible for the parents at least. Bill: What parents, anyway? We're talking about their party Molly: You're just a shit, Bill. I don't even know why I put up with this shit Bill: Right. Because you love me. And you don't Molly: Laaaack me. Bill: Like, I said. You're too fuckin' nice. That's why w Molly: Look.Bill, I know why you're doing this, okay? It's just the drugs. Bill: Is that why you're doing this? Molly: No. It's just for the money. And the thrill, I guess. Bill: The money and the thrill, yeah. Um, what did you say? Molly: Nothing. Bill: No, what did you say di Molly: I said it's just for the money. Bill: For the money and for the thrill? Molly: No. Just for the money. Bill: Really? You didn't mention the thrill. Molly: I think you're confused. Bill: You said it was the money and the thrill. Molly: I think you just want to have more money than you can handle. Bill: Oh, come on now. I mean, you're Molly: I'm not a kid anymore. I'm almost 15. Bill: Yeah, but you're still my kid, Molly. Molly: I think you're just old. Bill: I think I'm your dad. Molly: No, you're not my dad. Don't say I'm your little girl. I hate when you say that Bill: I... I don't want to hear that stuff anymore. Molly: Then stop doing this stuff. Bill: I can't, Molly. I'm just tryin' to provide for you Molly: There are other ways to do that. Bill: Yeah. By bein' a good dad who isn't always drugged and stoned? Molly: Yes, for example. Bill: That's right. Being clean. Then getting a job when I fall off the wagon Molly: And I think you should be clean now. And have a job. Bill: Is that what you want? Molly: Yeah, and play the piano aren't I good enough strange Bill: No. I think you're wonderful. Don't go playing the piano or anything. You already have something to play the piano. Molly: Me? I play the piano when I feel sad. Bill: Well, what about your father too? Molly: I think that's a bit too garb Bill: No, no, no, no, no. Your father too is a real person. Molly: I'm not playing the piano. I'm not playing the piano. Bill: Molly, you have to do this for me. Molly: What? Bill: You are playing the piano. Molly: No, I'm not. Bill: Yes, you are. You are playing the piano. Molly: I'm not playing the piano. I'm not going anywhere until you're finished with the drugs. Bill: Molly Molly: Is everything okay, sweetie? Bill: What? Molly: I'm playing the piano. Do you like sushi too? I like sushi so Bill: It's not going to happen Molly. Get rid of the piano Molly: Why not? Bill: How can I say, I don't know. It doesn't fit my style. Molly: That's no excuse. You need music to stay high. Bill: What happened to the piano happened to you. Molly: Yeah, yeah, I know you're a musician, teasing me all the time. We all know how you're doing. Bill: I'm not. I'm just trying to save your life, Molly. That's how I'm doing. Molly: Save me? Are you in charge of saving me? Bill: Yeah. And I'm trying to save you. Molly: But you're doing it for the wrong reasons, dad. Do it for my piano. Play the piano for me. Bill: No. I'm not playing the piano. Molly: I don't care. As long as I'm singing and Bill: Don't sing then feed Molly: I can't sing or play since Bill: True. You can't Just keep playing piano, Molly Molly: You know what I can't sing or play trying to save my life. Bill: And what did you do afterwards? Molly: Nothing. I just layus, dad. You are growing up. I'm getting weird. Dad, I'm getting weird Bill: What are you going to do? You're playing a sushi chef in the hat Molly: What did you do? The one thing you always tell me and you're right. Bill: What? Molly: We all need a good night's sleep to be alive. Bill: Yeah, you're right. You know, that's what I tell myself when I have too much fun. Molly: What do you say when you're getting too much fun? Bill: I just tell myself 'hey... I haven't had fun in a while."Molly: Don't say that anymore Bill: I won't. Molly: This talking to the piano is just giving me a headache. Bill: Hold on, I thinks I hear a piano playing. Molly: Someone's playing the piano somewhere. Bill: OMG, Molly. Molly: Yeah. I'm sorry for making you feel so sorry. Bill: It's not your fault. Just sit back and be calm. Watching the nice little Harry, Jake and Jenna Molly: Mom and Dad are downstairs with microwaveable. Bill: Can I have a little moment with these kids? Molly: Sure. But I can't help you get us out of here. Bill: Not with the narcs. Molly: What would be the solution? Bill: Open the car. Get out. Run. Molly: That sound pretty good? Bill: Yes... ok but maybe we should make sure there's no narc. Take a look around. Molly: Now? Why not now? Bill: Don't be fucking around with this shit. Molly: There's a narc, dad. Bill: What? Looking where? How do you know? Molly: Look. Just do it. There's a narc somewhere. We have to get out of here immediately. Make a run for it. Bill: Are you sure, Molly? Molly: I think so. Bill: How do you know? Molly: Um... there's a narc somewhere. Come on! Get out! Bill: Alright. Alright. Shit. Molly: That's the sound. Look up! Shit! Run! Bill: Shit! Shit! Shit! Molly: Watch! Watch! Bill: Shit! Shit! Okay Molly. Right. We have to get out of this place. Molly: Run! Bill: Molly! Shit!We have to get out of this place Molly: Run! Bill: Shit! Shit! Molly! We have to get out of this place! Molly: Shit! I'm gonna hit the door! Bill: Shit! I'm gonna hit the brakes! Molly: Shit, shit, aww, shit! Door! Bill: Fuck, I'm gonna fucking wreck this fucking car! Hang on Molly! Molly: I'm fucking unacceptable Bill: Shit! Shit! Shit! Molly: Shit, shit, aww, shit! Bill: Shit! Fuck! Fuck! Molly: Shit, shit, aww, shit! Bill: Shit! Shit! Shit! Molly: Shit, shit, aww, shit! Bill: Shit? Fuck! Wait. Hey, Mobile. We're not being pursued. Molly: What? Wafan? Why? That has to be Bill: That's why you call. Wafan Molly: What do you mean? How do you know? Bill: Look. Molly. Molly: Where, Dad? Where? Bill: Look. You can see the police around the corner. They are closing the area. Looks like they have snapped their fingers. Other cars are closing in on us. Molly: Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Bill: They are closing it off. They will be closing it soon. Molly: I can't believe it. I can't wait Bill: Don't fucking worry Molly. Molly: What? Bill: I'll tell you what to do when I see the police. We'll get out of here Molly: What do you mean, you'll tell me what to do? Like how to get out? Bill: Yeah. I saw Jack. Jack, don't fucking leave the car now. Run! Molly: Run? Bill: Run! Come on! Molly! Run! Run! Molly: Fuck! That's it! Fuck! Jack, get out! Bill: Come on Molly! You go out first! Molly: Shit! Shit! Molly: Fuck. Fuck. Shit. I can't do this any more. Bill: YA. YA. YA. Go on. Make a run for it. Run! Molly: Run? But, what do I do? Bill: You run Molly. You run. Molly: Run? Molly: You run to the car. Go. Molly: Shit! Shit! Bill: I'm gonna try to make us look like we are undercover. Molly: Oh, I think I'm gonna fucking die right now. Bill: Shit! Shit! Holy fuck! Molly: Ah! Ah! Ah! Jack! Jack! Bill: Yes! Molly: Run! Run! Bill: Run! Molly: Holy fuck! Holy fuck! Bill: Jack! Shit! Shit! Jack! What're you doing? Molly: What did you do? Why did he do that? Bill: Shit. Shit. Shit. What am I gonna do? Molly: What are we going to do now? Bill: I don't fucking know! What do you want to do? Molly: Bill: What are you doing? Molly: What? Oh, this? Bill: What are you doing, Molly? Molly: Watch. Bill: You got to go now. Now. Molly: Jack, are you ok? Jack: Yeah, I'm ok. I think you can go. Bill: Shit. Molly: What? Jack: He's ok. Molly: Yeah, I think he is. Jack: You're not okay, Molly. You are fucking pisse. Bill: Why? Jack: Molly. Jack? Molly. Molly: I'll tell you. I'll tell you Jack: Molly. I can't do this any more. Yeah, you can leave. Bill: Yes, don't worry about it. Molly: Let's go. Jack: Let's go. Bill: Molly and Jack, I un-love Jack. Molly: What? Bill: Now Mrs. McDonough doesn't always appreciate it. Mrs. McDonough's still Molly: Mel is a right whore. The whore of Mrs McDonough's? Yeah, that didn't bother me, but fuck that's why I did say Mrs McDonough. Bill: I know. I know all about it Molly: Do you? Bill: Yes. Yes. I do. This window isn't loading. 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