Deb has been growing increasingly concerned about her husband’s
(pulls out a butcher’s knife) That’s what you know! You see this? You don’t get off drugs and get back to bein’ the man I married, I gonna do somethin’ truly awful. (points knife at tummy) I’m gonna kill the baby. Kill your baby and my baby -- kill him and kill myself in the process. Because you don’t deserve us. You don’t deserve to be a father. You don’t deserve to be a husband. You hear me? You don’t deserve nothin’ at all! Now, tell me, you gonna stop all this nonsense or not? (lets knife go down a bit) You ain’t no drugged-out loser, Brian. You’re a winner, at least, you was. Just got to get back to the man you were. ‘Member when you told me -- you never have to worry, Deb, ‘cause I’m not just a worker. I’m an American worker. A man of steel. So don’t count me out. Now, look at you. Down for the count. It don’t have to be this way, Brian. You can be that man again. You just have to want to. Do you hear me? You just have to want to be the man you always was, no matter what the world tries to do to ya. The man you always was, not some drugged-out loser who don’t deserve nothin’, nothin’ in this world. (holds up knife again) Now tell me, what’s it gonna be? Or I’m gonna drive this knife right into your baby and into myself. And you ain’t gonna have nothin’, nothin’ in this world for the rest of your life but our blood on your hands!
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