The Entitled Page #6

- For God's sake.

- Bob:
Now how about that?

But it's okay. l spotted him

a couple of bucks.

lt's nothing, Nick.

Where are these cops?

We're a long way out of town, sir.

Yeah well, and in the meantime

these f***ers are getting away.

Where's my lighter?

We'll arrange for you to come down

and make a formal statement.

Any time, Officer.

l don't know what kind of country

we're living in anymore.

- What happened to our kids?

- l wish l knew.

lt seems like

every day there's a--

That's just the way it is.

At least your son's okay.

You're both free to go.

Oh, and one more thing--

we're gonna need to check

your car for prints.

You can pick it up tomorrow.

Yeah, of course.

- There you go.

- Come on, we'll take mine.

Let's get out of here.

- Dick:
And here we are.

- Yeah, that's about it.

Thanks.

Nick:
Bob,

why don't you let us

give you a ride home?

You shouldn't be on your own.

- Good idea.

- l'll call you.

- Bye, Hailey.

- Okay.

Nick?

All those things l said...

sorry.

Cigarette?

All right.

Are you okay, son?

Yeah, l'm okay.

l can't go back there.

You don't have to.

Hey, Pop.

Everything's going to be okay.

Everything.

We played by the rules.

l wanted to play by the rules.

But that's the big lie.

lt's not enough anymore.

So maybe just once

you've gotta break them.

Right?

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