Revenge for Jolly! Page #2

This'll be good for you.

I don't wanna have sex.

You don't have to.

Why, you don't like me?

You're fine.

I just wanna watch this.

I'm having a bad day.

Why?

What? Why are you

having a bad day?

He's having a bad day because some

piece of rotten fruit killed his dog.

Bachmeier.

You know him

and he did it.

Please tell us

where he is.

Sorry about your dog.

You pay me

for the f*** just now,

you pay me for

the f*** last week

and I'll give you this

f***ing number.

I thought you said the one from

last week was on the house.

You said that. It wasn't.

Pay me!

I can't, I...

I'm saving up.

Just f***ing... Give us

the f***ing number, Tina.

Mmm. Okay, okay.

Wait...

Is that real?

I don't know.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on

a second. Just hang, hang on.

Wait here for a minute.

Tina, why are you being

such a f***ing jerk?

Are you crazy?

Huh?

Okay, all right!

Playtime is over!

Go put away your toys before I

start getting really f***ing...

Oh, f***!

F***!

Are you f***ing kidding me?

What the f***...

I don't

like when people choke!

Ow! Ow!

Ow! F***!

Am I gonna die?

Vicki!

Vicki!

Vicki!

She tried to choke

me to death!

And now you've... You've...

You shot my good hand

with your little gun.

It was a warning shot!

You aimed it right at me!

How much do I owe you?

Nothing.

You just said I owed you

a bunch of money for...

No. No, it's good.

We're fine, we're fine.

Look, there's the number.

She changed her mind.

I changed my mind.

Come on!

I can't.

I can't.

Why...

Why did you do that?

You missed.

On purpose! I'm...

I didn't want to kill her!

F***.

Look what she did to my hand.

It's my good hand.

Hmm.

Now it's my bad hand.

Yeah.

F***.

I would've paid her.

Now you don't have to.

Harry...

Could you get

the beers, please?

Law offices.

You guys still

on Butterstile Road?

Um, down by the fluff factory?

No, we're on Ashby,

just north of Rumple Cre.

We've always been on Ash,

just past the creek ther.

I don't know

where the gas is.

Where's the f***ing gas?

I really wish

you didn't kill Tina.

She's already dead.

You should save your wishes.

For what?

Better stuff.

Hit me.

I'm hungry, are you hungry?

Yeah, I guess.

You know, Mary Ann's

been cooking for me a lot.

Every night she makes me

dinner, almost every night.

Yeah?

She's very talented.

And she's got a really

good way with words.

She wrote me all these beautiful

letters when I was gone.

What'd they say?

Just that, you know...

She missed me and I'm very

handsome and stuff like that.

How'd she say it?

I don't know. Just...

"Cecil honey, I miss you.

You're very handsome.

Then,

I can't wait for

the day you get out

so I can see

your handsome face every day.

Hmm.

She wants to go

far away with me.

Jolly used to watch me put

together my puzzles.

This one night she watched me put

together a thousand piece puzzle.

The Eiffel Tower in Paris.

Yeah, I know where that is.

Well, it was the Eiffel Tower

in Paris at night.

Whoa.

It was all lit up

and fountains on the ground

and fireworks in the sky.

She stayed up

the whole night with me,

and watching my fingers

move everything into place.

It was like we were on

a journey there together,

like piece by piece.

And when the last one was

locked in and my work was done,

I made us bologna sandwiches

to celebrate.

She hated the crust,

so I cut them off for her

and gave her a little bit of beer

and she ate her little sandwich.

It was such a great night.

That's very nice.

Okay?

Yeah.

I'm sorry. We're closed.

That's fine.

Is there a lawyer?

Somebody here named Bachmeier?

Um...

No, there isn't.

But, um,

we're closed for the evening.

If you're looking

for attorney...

We're looking

for Bachmeier.

Tonight.

I'll be back

in just a minute.

Bobby?

A couple of guys out here.

What?

They're asking

about Bachmeier.

What'd they want to

see Bachmeier for?

I don't know.

I don't know who these guys are.

They won't leave.

I'm trying to fix

my VCR, I don't...

Could you just come

out here and deal with it?

Fine. I will.

Bobby will be right with you.

This says that there's, um,

there's a particular gene variant that's

linked to those who resist marriage.

You believe that?

That makes sense.

Hey. Bobby Fidazzo.

Look, I don't know who you

guys are or what you're doing,

but there is no

Bachmeier here.

So, unless you

have a legal matter

that you would like

to discuss with either myself,

my brother, Danny,

or Mr. Eichelberger,

I suggest you f***ing get the

f*** out of here, all right?

Door's that way!

You know the guy.

Just tell us

where he is, Booby.

I'm sorry, I...

I thought I just heard you

refer to me as Booby.

Am I correct in thinking that?

No.

Yeah, what is it?

We got

a code blue over here.

I was about to brush my hair.

I know.

I've just got Olive Oyl

and Pablo Escobar out here.

Yeah, they look like a**holes.

Right?

Smell like a**holes.

Give me a second.

You guys want some ice cream?

Sure.

Yeah?

When we were kids,

summertime,

the ice cream truck used to park

up the street from our house

every night after supper.

Every night except Sunday.

Yeah.

I used to beg my mom to

let me get some ice cream.

I said, "Mommy, let me get...

Let me get a Bomb Pop,

"let me get a creamsicle, let

me get a little cone maybe. "

She always said no.

She didn't like

to let us have sweets.

Said it could rot our teeth,

we could get cavities.

Plus the infection.

She said

that it could get inside

our brains.

What is the point

with the ice cream?

You cannot have any.

I don't get that.

You don't get it?

There's no ice cream here.

This is a law firm.

No, that's not... Ah, God.

F*** it.

Forget it. Just go.

Get the f*** outta here!

Go!

You're not leaving.

All right.

You

boys should really go now.

Come on.

Come on, come on.

Come on. Come on.

What do

you two scumbags want?

You guys ever look at these?

The, uh, women's magazines?

Cause they...

I don't know, I think...

They just...

They get it right.

They're on to us.

Look at this.

Look at that.

Look at number two.

Ah, f***!

My hand.

Uh-huh.

Today...

Today's been a strange day.

We've been to a few places,

talked to a few people.

Now we're here.

We just want Bachmeier.

He killed my dog.

My little baby girl.

And I'm gonna find him

and nothing else matters.

Nothing.

Nobody.

Never heard of him.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Whoa! Oh! Oh!

Harry.

You okay?

I'm fine.

- What? What?

- What the f***?

Motherf***er!

What? What? What?

You almost shot me!

Somebody stabbed me.

Where?

It doesn't

matter where.

In the leg.

Where?

What the f***?

Okay, watch out.

I think we got everybody.

- Wanna get the light?

- Yeah. Yeah.

Oh, sh*t! Oh, sh*t!

Come on.

Come on.

Come on!

Letter opener.

Cocksucker!

F***ing cocksucker.

This is big.

I wanna keep it.

Sir, would you please

tell us where this gentleman,

Bachmeier, is?

It would help us a lot

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