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happened at your place?
Aster! Aster, we have to go!
They're gonna kill us!
Aster!
Unfortunately, my survival
instincts outweigh my loyalty.
And the world only believes
the last man standing.
Don't worry, though, you'll
look great in the papers.
Aster!
Just tell me you did it.
Tell me you killed Aster.
Just say it.
Probably didn't
even pull the trigger.
Just tell me who did.
I just need to know.
You did, honey.
No, no, don't die.
Would you have said yes?
Yes. Yes. I say yes,
I say yes, I say yes.
I say yes!
Gwen! Gwenny.
It was you.
But you can tell
them it was me.
I don't know. I was always thinking
that I'd go to Mexico or something,
you know, and start, like, selling
scooters, or something like that.
Or, oh, I could totally become a professional
poker player, those guys make crazy money.
- Do you play poker?
- That's not the point, Flamingo!
The point is, it's all about luck,
and I have a horseshoe up my ass.
I'm going to sail
across the ocean.
That's random.
Are you ready?
Oh. Of course I'm ready,
Flamingo.
The intel we got
from your boy, Winks,
I mean, that's airtight,
and I'm sure as sh*t not going
to let that poor kid die in vain.
- The plan?
- Okay, the plan.
You hole up in the diner, I station
myself in the El Camino around back,
when Cyrus shows up, I'm gonna
honk twice, that's your cue.
You wait 10 seconds, you get
up, you walk through the kitchen,
you execute
the son of a b*tch.
You keep on walking, you
hop in the El Camino with me,
we drive off into the sunset.
And Bob's your uncle.
Don't f*** up.
- You got a way with words, girly.
- Ty?
- Yeah?
- Nothing.
Sail across the ocean, huh?
Don't sound too shabby.
Maybe, um, I'll join
my lady friend.
- Who might that be?
- You.
Two honks.
Two honks!
Bless your soul.
Beautiful day, ain't it?
Sure is, old man.
Coffee, sweetie?
Milk, early bird
number two, pancakes.
Hiya, fellas. Y'all gonna
be having the usual, today?
You betcha, Mary.
So, three usuals
coming right up.
All right, and we're back.
Next up, we have
one of my favorite oldies.
Always takes me back to the
Enjoy.
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