The Confirmation Page #2

Mine went missing.

Not that nice, old set?

Yeah, they knew

what they were after.

Went right for 'em,

left everything else.

All right, well, let's see

what we got in the back.

There we go.

Oh, wait.

I sold mine a while back.

Well, how long?

Maybe I can find them.

Not long.

Maybe 10 years.

(sighs)

I gotta find mine, then.

You know who you should talk to

is Guy Bishop

over at Swift Creek Tavern.

Is he the owner?

No, he...

But he's always there.

He's a good guy.

Retired.

He knows just about everybody.

He might know who would

steal tools like yours.

Was he a cop?

No, a thief.

But he's a good guy now?

Better than most.

Better than most thieves

or better than most guys?

Thieves.

But he's a good guy now.

He found Jesus.

Well, if he found Jesus,

maybe he can find my tools.

- All right.

- See you, Otto.

- Thanks, Otto.

- Good hunting.

Dad?

Why don't you have a job?

What do you mean?

I have a job.

I'm a finish

carpentry specialist.

Well, I mean,

like, all the time.

Oh, I'm what's called

a freelancer.

I pick what jobs I want to do.

Mom says you don't really work.

Well, your mom is...

mistaken.

Wait here.

I won't be long.

- Hey.

- Hey.

Is there someone called

Guy Bishop here?

Yeah, good one.

He's the old guy.

Right over there, as usual.

(panting)

Let me think.

Do you know Vaughn Bennett?

Barely.

I worked a job with him once.

You think he stole them?

(chuckles) No.

He knows

all the guys around here,

and they listen to him.

If Vaughn puts out the word...

you'll get your tools back.

What are you doing?

Why were you out of the pickup?

I was just...

standing out there.

Hi.

Anthony:

Oh. Hi.

Hey. Is your dad here?

(footsteps)

Hey.

How's it going?

This your boy?

Yeah, this is Anthony.

Can we talk?

Sure.

Come on inside.

Allen...

take Anthony out back and play.

Hi, Linda.

This is Anthony.

Hi.

Hi.

- (girls giggling)

- That's my girlfriend.

I want to show you something.

So they only took

the specialty tools?

They knew what they wanted.

There's only a handful

of guys in this town

who know how to use those

or know their value.

Yeah, that makes sense.

Hell, yes, it makes sense.

Any idea where this happened?

Well, it could have been

The Signal.

Or anywhere.

The Signal?

I never go to that place.

Too much water in the sauce.

(chuckles)

You know Drake?

Lives in that RV thing

in back of that shop place

on that street right off Meeker.

Off Meeker?

Absolutely.

Hell, yes, you know it.

Well, he's your best shot

at this.

Drake knows everything

that's going down in this town.

Scary as hell,

but he's whip-smart.

A good guy.

I'll let him know you're coming.

In the meantime,

I'll put out

some feelers myself.

Allen. What are you doing?

Playing with crickets.

Hey!

What's the matter?

You feel bad for it?

No.

Then you kill one.

Allen:

Leave him alone!

He can't kill a cricket.

I don't need to.

Well, I think you'd better.

He's crying over an insect!

Look. Sorry.

Tell you what.

You can shoot my gun

to make up for it.

I got a rabbit

you can shoot in the shed.

It'll be fun.

I don't want to shoot a rabbit.

If you don't

want to get beat up,

you'll shoot the rabbit.

Knock it off, Mike!

Seriously.

Put it down, you little sh*t!

It's actually loaded!

You don't know

what you're playing with!

Don't point that at me!

Cut it out, you nut!

Put it down, you little a**hole!

What the hell

is going on out here?

Little sh*t pulled a gun on me!

Isn't this your gun?

I was gonna let him use it,

but then he pointed it at me.

How many times

do I have to tell you guys

that these guns I give you

are not playthings?

I have a mind

to take 'em all away

until you grow up.

Get your ass in the house.

Unload this

and put it away. Now.

You okay, little soldier?

Why did you point a gun at him?

I thought it was fake.

Thought we were just playing.

Never point a gun at anyone.

That's a rule, son.

Unless, of course,

they're attacking you,

then you can shoot 'em

all you want.

I think he'll remember

that lesson. Won't you?

Walt:

Come on.

You guys should

come over next weekend.

We actually have

a little shooting

gallery we set up,

and we could teach him

to really shoot.

He could learn

gun safety, everything.

Seriously.

Thanks.

(Walt sighs)

Son of a b*tch.

(groans)

Oh, goddamn it.

You'll fit.

I don't want to fit.

Oh, come on.

It'll be fun.

Here, I'll lift you up.

Come on.

(grunts) Ow.

You okay?

Not really.

(grunting) Okay.

Let me know if it hurts, okay?

Yeah, it hurts.

Doing great!

You're almost in.

Ow!

There you go!

Anthony, you okay?

(groans)

Yeah, most of me's okay.

So, uh...

There's a jar on the dresser

in the bedroom.

Go get it.

Bring it to the window.

Okay.

Find it?

Yeah.

Um...

and there's a bottle

on the floor

in the closet.

Okay.

I can't find it.

No, it's there.

Keep looking!

(lid creaking)

There's no bottle in the closet!

Okay, just bring the jar.

Um, grab your backpack.

Get me some shirts

and a pair of pants.

Okay.

How can he lock you

out of your own house?

It's his house.

I, uh... I just owe him

a little money is all.

He's just being pissy.

So where are we gonna stay?

We'll have to stay at the house.

My house?

Well, it used to be

my house, too, you know.

I rebuilt the thing

from the ground up.

Just don't tell your mom, okay?

We'll have to leave

before they get back.

We have to go up there

for the newspapers anyway.

(starter fails to fire)

(engine screeches)

Do Mom and Kyle

still have the wagon?

Yeah, but there's something

wrong with it.

What?

Uh, I don't remember.

But it runs?

Yeah. I think so.

Good enough.

(change rattling)

Can I do it?

Quick now.

We got places to get.

(buttons beeping)

No! (gasps)

You hit the damn charity button.

Well, they told us to do that

in Catechism.

Walt:

Yellow?

You've got to be kidding.

What happened

to the shelves I built there?

Kyle didn't like 'em,

so he took them down.

He didn't like 'em?

I mean, who doesn't like

custom built-in wood shelves?

Jesus. I mean...

half of us build the world,

the other half destroy it.

What the hell happened here?

Kyle had an accident.

He had an accident

with door trim?

How do you even do that?

Why didn't he fix it?

He did.

It used to be worse.

(sighs)

You're living with a Philistine.

What's a Philistine?

It's a religion.

The religion of dumb-asses.

(sighs)

Well, at least

my, uh, cabinets are...

Holy sh*t.

Kyle?

Mom says it adds character.

(doorknob rattling)

(door creaks)

These are Kyle's tools.

No. These aren't tools.

These are toys.

Where'd he get these,

the Dollar Store?

Yeah.

Aw, Jesus.

I was just kidding.

This guy is 90% puss.

Do you like this Kyle?

Yeah. He's pretty nice.

Well, it could be worse then.

You want to get the car keys?

I'll put my stuff

in the bedroom.

(footsteps)

Hey. Got the keys?

Let's go see Drake.

(engine fires up)

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