Subway Page #4

To be honest, Fred is getting to be

a pain in the ass. You find him.

Take him outside for some fresh air.

It will do him good.

I've had confirmation

on that holdup. I'm on the platform.

There's no sign of them.

Maybe I can find some witnesses.

Take a little initiative.

Send the riot squad into the tunnel.

- They might find something.

- Okay.

- Thanks for everything.

- Hold on.

I want your name, address...

...a description of what you lost,

what was found...

...and your signature.

Where are they?

The bass player? Paul?

Backstage.

- What, nobody told you?

- Told us what?

The concert's been cancelled.

I told the staff.

Didn't they tell you?

Where's Mr. Lemoine?

This is the second cancellation.

We gladly play for free,

but you can't treat us this way.

You're right. You're absolutely right.

That's what I told Mr. Lemoine.

Here. For your trouble.

With our apologies.

- Where's Mr. Lemoine?

- Are you stupid?

Thank you, sir.

Today you just listen.

Tomorrow you play, okay?

- Have we finished?

- Not so fast.

- Can I write you a check?

- No problem.

Give it all you've got.

May I ask you a question?

Do you love me

even a little bit?

I'll call you later.

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