Edward "Eddie" Horniman and Frederick "Freddy" Horniman in “The Gospel According to Bobby Glass”

Give me the bird.

Just one pigeon, okay? Just one measly fucking pigeon, Eddie. Listen, I know what you’re gonna say. You’re gonna say you’ve got some heavy fucking hitters lined up out there. But I’ve raised some epic funds in my time.

Debts don’t count. Okay. No need to be snarky.

The point I’m trying to make is this. I have been watching you these past couple of months. Observing the way you operate and just soaking it all in, all this crime stuff–

Listen to me. All right? We’re done. No more games. No more debts. It’s over.

Oh, I get what this is. I see. You’re jealous. You want me out the way.

I think it was you who wanted me out of the way, Freddy.

Okay. Well... touché. I probably deserved that. But–

I’m taking the pigeon, Freddy.

[snatches away pigeon carrier] I’m not giving you Mitch, Ed.

You weren’t meant for this, Freddy. Neither of us were.

[chuckles] Remember that first time Dad took us deer stalking? Remember that?

[sighs] Uh, no. No, not really.

We all stalked the deer together, and then Dad let me take the shot. And I got it. I fucking got it. And he was so fucking proud. And then when we got closer... and it was still breathing... I couldn’t do it.

Well, you were just a kid, Freddy.

You were younger than me. Dad handed you the knife, and you slit that thing’s throat like it was fucking nothing.

Yeah.

[sighs and walks to Eddie] The point I’m trying to make is this, Edward. Maybe you’re right. Maybe I’m not... cut out for this. But you... You were fucking born for it. [hands Eddie pigeon carrier] Look after Mitch for me. [walks away]