All Over Me Page #6

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Huh, what happens then?

Well...

we head back home,

get you back working at the club

under strict supervision.

Why would you even want me

to come back and work with you?

You think I stole from you.

Clearly a cry for help.

We're not friends, Rene.

We're not anything.

I was your employee, I'm not your son.

Now, Paul...

- Are we friends?

- No no.

He doesn't

have your money!

Where's Isaac?

Alberta, run.

I mean it, now!

Isaac, where are you?

I know where

your money is.

All of it. Just let my friends go

and it's yours.

Where are you?

- Isaac?

- He has to say it.

The truth! Now!

No, wait!

Isaac... hey, Rene,

that girl...

Rene, can I talk to

you for a second?

- Aaron, help me. Grab her.

- Yeah.

I am done messing

around, Paul.

Let her go!

- Rene?

- For the love of God, Rene,

I didn't take it.

What do you want?

Truth!

Friendship.

Right f***ing now or

I'll drain her right here.

Rene, there is

a naked guy outside.

Naked.

What do you want

me to do?

You didn't think

we're finished, did you?

Hey, that's far enough.

No! Get that thing

away from me.

- Aaron!

- No way.

Spencer, this isn't role-play.

He's gonna stab you for real.

Everything's fine.

This one's a hitter,

not a jabber,

aren't you?

- Did you make the call?

- I did! Police are on their way.

- Cops, what? No way.

- Aaron, she's bluffing.

Big burly men

with giant batons...

Jesus!

- Where the f*** did you get these?

- From Isaac.

- I didn't think he'd need them in jail.

- What do you mean, jail?

- Like jail jail?

- He pulled a gun on me in public

and the cops swarmed.

They took him away right after...

- Right after what?

- Right after I figured out

that Isaac's the one

that ripped off Rene.

Huh?

Oh boy.

Aaron, Aaron, Aaron,

hi.

Uh, what...

uh, what she said...

- Is the truth.

- Don't

He didn't think that anybody but Paul

was smart enough to pull it off.

- Is that true?

- She's trying to turn you against me.

- Yeah.

- Then where's your brother now, huh?

- Where's your protector?

- Aaron.

- Aaron, look at me!

- What?

I'm sure there's a perfectly

logical explanation.

Yeah? Well, like, what if Paul

didn't take the money, huh?

Thank you.

Huh? I mean,

what am I supposed to think?

My brother's gone,

you're bald,

- we got a naked freak walking around!

- I am not a freak!

Ah!

Isaac did this, didn't he?

I know it, you know it...

the nurse probably

even figured it out.

Isn't it possible

that Paul's not to blame?

F***!

F***, Rene!

Sorry, Paul.

How do I get you out of there?

Move away! I'll decide when or if

Paul gets untied, not you!

Aaron! When is this gonna stop, huh?

When are you

gonna fight back?

- You shut your mouth!

- Paul could have died for his mistake!

- Just shut your f***...

- Aah!

Stop!

Paul's okay.

You can still be free.

The cops are coming.

- Aaron, stop.

- No no!

Think about yourself!

Please stop.

Hey, bro.

How you doing?

Can't come to the phone?

That's cool.

Voicemail all right.

Not too f***ing good

in jail, is it?

Aaron, you gotta go.

Cops are gonna be here any minute.

Look at me.

Go.

Okay?

I'm okay.

Okay...

Paul?

Isaac...

let...

Isaac set me up.

It's no wonder your son wants

nothing to do with you.

Yeah...

can you believe he got sick of

being under his dad's thumb?

Go figure!

I did it...

I'm sorry.

You're pathetic!

Never called the cops,

did you?

Bluff.

It was all Alberta's idea.

What can I say?

You can say you have

some clothes nearby.

Please?

I believed

you were a thief.

I'm sorry.

You're amazing.

Do you... do you have

plans this weekend?

You should see a doctor.

Spence, drive him

to the hospital.

Your truck's around

the corner.

Spencer...

- Seriously, Friday?

- Maybe.

Oh, come on!

I need a yes.

All right.

Okay.

- Yeah?

- Yes already.

- Okay.

- Yes.

You gotta take that thing off

before we go to the hospital.

Trust me on this.

No way!

So, I couldn't help

notice you mentioning something

about knowing where

the money is.

It was in his car?

You have it!

It was in Isaac's car!

Crap!

I'll make this up to you.

I promise!

Your house,

the kitchen table and...

the living room table.

Paintings, business,

life plan.

Is this you trying to

make me feel better?

Just let it go, please.

You know...

you coming back for me,

that was really...

- Stupid.

...brave.

Well, a promise

is a promise.

Stop, okay?

We're safe.

That's what's...

important.

Where did you...

Whoo-hoo!

I was kinda short on time,

but I grabbed what I could.

Hope it'll help.

Lattes.

$7.50 please.

I got this.

Yeah, I'm definitely

enjoying you.

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