*Elijah*
I walk into the hospital room and see the old man lying in the bed. His finger repeatedly presses the button for the morphine pump.
"So, you decided to come and see the old man off," he says in a frail voice. "Look, I know I made mistakes. I wasn't much of a role model, but I did the best I could… I did my best… You need to know that, son." His hand reaches out to me.
I take out a check and place it on his chest, deliberately ignoring his outstretched hand. "This is the last one," I say. “Bye… dad.”
I turn and walk out, adjusting my cap, feeling as though I've finally let go of my past.
On set:
I c**k the gun and point it at his face. "Do it. Do you really think that if I'm gone it's all over?" He laughs. "That you're done?"
"No, Liam, I don't." I pretend to shoot him, watc
