[0:00]I'm a guest. I'll work for food. I'm Ray Eldridge. Tom Eldridge's father. So what? I want you to leave my son alone. You leave his fucking guy. Will you hold his hand when he walking across the street? Wife is running nose? I got it. When it snows out, you clip his mittens to his jacket so he don't lose him. This motherfucker coming in here. I want you to call it a day. I can't do that. Your kid owes me a big time on something. I got $15,000 in this side. I'll give it to you. I appreciate that. I do. But you need, I don't know. Another 300 sacks. Do you hope you understand the scope of this issue? Please. Leave Tom alone. I wish I could. All right? I got boys of my own. I'd hate to see them jammed up like this. But maybe, you know, you should have raised your son not to go into business with guys like me. And uh maybe double up on the belt. Been a better role model. Could have should have would up. Look, here you what, I'm going to do you a favor, all right? Give you a head start. You go down here to this funeral home. Now I want you to go in there and pick out a fucking pine box for your kid. Cause he's going to fucking need one. Now get the fuck out of here.
[1:46]This motherfucker coming in here. Oh shit, oh.
[2:11]Go fuck yourself.
[3:07]What'd you do, Pop?
[3:13]Someday if you ever have a son. First time you look at him, you get a feeling all at once. That you'd die for him. Little thing you never saw before. And you'd stone cold die for him. That feeling doesn't go away. You might forget. But it's always there. Always there.
