The Coca-Cola Kid Page #6

There seems to have been

an unfortunate collision...

of circumstances here, sir.

lndeed there has.

l thought you came here...

for an honorable fight,

Mr. Becker.

l didn't expect you

to go below the belt.

Leave him alone, Dad.

l came of my own accord...

to save you from him.

Or him from you.

l don't know which anymore.

-What?

-l don't know, sir.

Your champagne, sir.

There is good authority

for the proposition...

that the child knows

no affection for the parent.

Cut the crap, Dad.

Give it to him.

l've always loved you--

damn it--

in spite of everything.

You're just like your mother.

She never understood

the importance of my work.

Your work! You never cared

about anyone but yourself.

Now, look.

That's not true.

And l'll tell you something.

When l go,

you'll have everything l own.

Don't bother leaving it to me.

l'd only give it away.

You're not gonna leave me now,

are you?

The child owes no natural

affection to the parent.

Good news!

The kids love it!

One of the teachers had one.

They threw me out!

Good-bye, sir.

We've got them, boss.

You know something?

l haven't seen my daughter

for seven years.

l'm sorry, Mr. McDowell.

Thank you, Doris.

Seems you made

the front page today.

What are we celebrating?

That was a bit unorthodox.

Well, l guess if you

want to break an omelet...

you've got to lay a few eggs.

Congratulations.

See you, Frank.

Did this McDowell guy die?

Got nothin' to do with me, mate,

but you owe me sixty cents, eh?

Two papers?

Don't think l'll be able

to change a twenty, though.

lt's OK.

Mr. McDowell said recently--

lt's not how many square miles

that makes the country great...

lt's how many square people.

Last night,

in Anderson Valley...

the McDowell soft-drink factory

was burnt to the ground.

As the buildings blazed...

Mr. McDowell successfully

blocked factory entrances...

to the fire brigade

and told police to leave...

claiming the right

to do what he wanted...

with his own property.

Mr. McDowell has left the stage

with a resounding bang.

May l speak?

This is for you.

We're very pleased.

l gave your name

to our group leader...

and you can get us the stuff.

l tell you what you do.

You get my name back

from your leader, OK?

l am not ClA.

l am not AT&T.

l am not TWA.

l am not lBM.

l'm not even Coca-Cola anymore.

Fruit and flowers! Man!

The other half on delivery.

Freedom !

Hey, want a lift?

Thanks, man.

-Here you go, mate.

-Thanks.

Hi, Coca-Cola Kid.

-How you doing, DMZ?

-Good.

Where's your mama?

She's gone looking for a job.

We're broke.

What's in the funny bag?

A surprise.

lt's not real.

lt is, too.

Every bit of it.

Mouse!

What's its name?

Guess.

Mickey?

Rebecca?

We've got a new tenant, Mommy.

Can l offer you something?

Coffee? Tea?

Yes, please.

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