Sun Dogs Page #4

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They do not look like any

of the other cards in the deck.

But they are driving a white van.

And that's very fishy.

That's not what I said.

What I said was

I didn't get the point.

- Ned!

- Ned.

Nice.

Part of me wants to know

what's going on,

part of me doesn't.

I think it's sweet, whatever it is.

I'm supposed to have three of these,

did you take one?

- More supplies.

- Mmm.

I'm going in there.

He'll see you.

Well, one of us has to,

and you work with him so you're out.

- Mm.

- I'll just keep my distance.

Now, hold the camera still like I...

You crack me up.

You can assemble a rifle in 15 seconds,

but you can't use a camera.

It's like you're ill equipped

to be a civilian.

Oh. Hold on.

What's that?

Here.

Sun Dogs often come in pairs.

These are for me?

Yeah.

I'm a Sun Dog now?

Mm-hm.

Be right back.

Okay.

How cool do we look

in our matching shades?

- What did he buy?

- More fishy stuff.

Some epoxy glue,

some other kind of glues,

some paint.

I got the receipt.

How?

I flirted with the check-out guy.

Dear Master Sergeant Jenkins,

more fishy stuff.

They bought epoxy glue,

some other kind of glue,

some fuel, and some paint.

We got the receipt. This is it.

You got it, right?

Ned?

- Tally?

- You got the plan, right?

Yes. You're really good

at making plans.

All right. So, when you see me,

you distract the guards,

so Uday'll have to drag me out himself,

I'll pick his pocket,

it'll be a piece of cake, trust me.

Once I pick his pocket,

we'll have his phone,

and then we'll have all his contacts.

- That'll be good, right?

- Right.

Okay, okay.

Glad to see you. Yes. I'll be...

Okay. Don't run. I'm leaving.

Get your hands off!

Don't touch me!

No! I'm not doing this! I'm not.

I didn't do anything wrong!

Okay. We're doing it this way.

All right. I'm not getting down!

Oh, my God. Stop resisting.

Ned! Ned!

Ned, Ned, what are you doing?

Ned, what are you doing?

...please report

to the front lobby immediately.

I'm not gonna ask you

what you were thinking,

but it's interesting,

the minute you start dating girls,

you wind up in the can.

I think there's a lesson there.

I'm just playing with you, Ned.

Don't go all UFC on me.

And I'm not gonna tell your mother,

'cause God knows you kept your mouth shut

about me enough times.

Good news is,

they're not gonna press charges.

Bad news is,

you're out of a job again.

But what the hell would you wanna work

for anyone with the cash you have?

Listen. I wanna talk to you

about something.

Why don't you and I go in

some kinda little business, kid, huh?

What do you think?

Well, think about it.

We'll talk about it.

Come up with a couple of things.

Well, now it all makes sense.

Hey! I'm Tally.

Uh...

- How's Ned?

- He's fine.

They're not gonna press charges.

Yeah. I figured Master Sergeant

Jenkins would get involved.

- Who?

- Ned's Commander.

Look, I don't know what you're pulling,

but...

why don't you hustle somebody else, okay?

Did you get it?

I... I... I got all his texts

and contacts going back six months,

and I printed it out at Kinkos.

Kinkos is awesome.

Bye, Bob. Have a nice day.

Nice to meet you.

Ned, you are my hero.

Okay. Yassir.

Y-A-S-S-I-R.

I still cannot get over

how you put that guy to sleep.

That was badass.

And you didn't have

to blow your cover for me.

I could've kicked their asses

if I wanted to.

But thank you.

I'm never gonna forget that.

Never forget, right?

Never forget.

Is this the only place you got hurt?

Or did you get hurt another place?

You can tell me, you know,

I read The Sun Also Rises

before I dropped out.

Dear Master Sergeant Jenkins,

please run a check

on the following names.

Jamal Abur, Jaheim Dean...

Eric Ramirez...

Joseph Gilvenstein...

Yassir Bah.

Did Bob say anything to you

by any chance?

My mom said to ask you

for Thanksgiving.

- Really?

- Yeah.

What did Bob say?

Bob...

was buying lottery tickets.

And my mom yelled at him.

Well...

I have plans on Thanksgiving.

Okay.

What does that mean?

Hm?

How did you get through school

and not read this?

You'll read the 9/11

Commission Report and not this.

The title's from the book.

Holden's sister, Phoebe, asks him

what he wants to do with his life,

what job or whatever,

and he says he wants to be

a catcher in the rye.

If, like, a group of kids

are playing in a field, a field of rye,

and one of them runs over

and falls off a cliff,

he'd swoop in and catch them.

I could do that.

Well, it's not a real job, though.

It's just something he imagined.

That's the problem, it's a fantasy.

There's no real job like that.

That's kinda the whole point.

He's not living in reality.

Come on, Ned.

There's not been anything for hours.

He's probably asleep.

There's a bottle of peach schnapps

at my place with our names on it.

Okay...

Yep. Here it is. You want a sip?

Let's make another movie.

You're really good at those.

Well, I appreciate that,

but we're missing a little thing

called electricity right now.

Here.

I thought our names were on it.

Ha-ha.

That burns my throat.

You've never had peach schnapps before?

- No.

- Oh.

Can we play the car game?

- I've been doing it all day.

- Do the car game.

All right,

but only because you like it.

- Come back here.

- What?

Come on, come back here,

lay down for a sec.

- Who are they?

- Oh.

Oh, man. That's...

Ann Marie Silvano and her four kids.

They're moving to Reno.

Ann Marie's husband, Phil,

lost his job as a pharmaceutical salesman

and learned to deal blackjack

so he's been there a month,

and now they're following.

But Ann Marie doesn't know

that Phil's been banging

a cocktail waitress at Harrah's

for the past three weeks.

- No.

- Yep.

- Phil?

- Yep.

- Jerk.

- I know.

All five of them are about to go up

to Wyoming to live with her parents,

- but guess what?

- What?

Her parents aren't gonna be there,

'cause they're gonna die in a fire

of unknown origins in the next week.

We have to save them.

You're too cute, you know that?

It's just a game.

- It's a good game.

- Yeah, I know.

My mom and I used to play it

when we lived in a trailer in Arkansas.

After we'd get home from the drive-in

we'd go to all the time,

we'd lay in our bed

and we'd just make believe

like we were rolling along

with every car that passed by.

And before I fell asleep,

I'd ask her where we'd be in the morning

and she always said,

"San Francisco, baby girl."

Because she'd never been there

and she'd heard it was

the prettiest city in the world.

It was fun.

It also sucked

because when you woke up,

you were still in Arkansas.

Hm.

Hey, you wanna see something?

Yeah.

That's us.

I think we were in Biloxi.

My mom was a hottie.

Her self-esteem was for sh*t though,

that's why she 86'd herself.

She what?

She killed herself.

How?

Threw herself off a bridge.

I could show you something else.

Here, take another sip. Go on.

This is my mom's note.

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