The Informers Page #5

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who Robert Waters is.

I don't.

- Why do you guys care?

- Well, it's a little weird.

- Why?

- He's here with three guys.

The very macho star of Flight Patrol

is here with three dudes.

So?

So one of them tried to pick up Tim today.

Me? When?

At the beach. Today at the bar.

- That guy?

- Yeah. That guy.

Look, he was nice. He was a nice guy.

Yeah, I'm sure he was really nice.

Real nice.

You smoke?

- I told you, Tim.

- What?

- It's bad for you.

- He knows. I told him last night.

Am I blowing this in your face?

I mean, really?

Is this actually bothering you?

I mean, we're outside.

Look, you just shouldn't smoke, Tim.

Okay.

I'm gonna go finish this cigarette

somewhere else,

since you two don't like it.

The odds looking pretty good tonight, Dad?

- Tim, stop.

- Let him go.

Well, thank you for dinner, Les.

- Hey. Hey. We're not done here.

- No, look, just tell Tim that I'm sorry.

Let's have another drink. Come on.

You know, I'll see you guys tomorrow.

Don't let him spoil the party. Come on.

We're not going to another shitty party

just because

you're f***ing the hostess, okay?

And she's married, and her husband's there.

I mean, you'll honestly f*** anybody, right?

I f***ed you, dude.

Nice.

Where the f*** was Christie tonight?

Wasn't she supposed to be at the party?

Christ, I guess I forgot to tell you.

She hasn't been feeling too well.

She had to stay in.

- Wait, are you staying at her place?

- No. She moved in with me and Nina.

- Nina... Nina Metro, out in the colony?

- Yeah.

- Since when?

- It's been a couple of days.

It's weird, she has these night sweats

and swollen glands and this weird rash

- and these little purple bruises...

- Wait, she's sick?

Yeah. She wanted to get out of the condo

and hang at the beach.

She said she'd feel better there.

Martin, I need to know something.

Are you and Christie, like, f***ing around?

You guys f*** around when I'm not there?

No. No.

I wouldn't do that to you.

Holy sh*t. You...

Wow. You really, really like her, don't you?

This isn't just a thing for you.

You actually care about her.

- I need something, Martin.

- You need some f***ing ludes.

No, I need something more than this!

Graham, what else is there?

You already have everything.

I need someone to tell me what is good.

Okay? And I need someone

to tell me what's bad.

Because if nobody

tells you these things, Martin,

then how do you know

what's good and what's bad?

And then what happens?

What happens...

What happens then,

when nobody tells you these things?

- Can I help you?

- Hi, I'm Dirk. Who are you?

- Nobody. What the f*** do you want?

- I'm looking for someone.

- Well, I'm the only one here, so...

- But I have something to pick up here.

I think you've probably got the wrong house.

Where's Peter?

- He's not here.

- Dude, a deal was made.

Now I don't know who you are,

but there's something here

that now belongs to us.

Look, I don't want any trouble,

so I think you should just leave, all right?

I don't know what the f***

you're talking about, all right?

- You got the wrong place.

- No. This is the right place.

The f*** are you looking at?

Look, I told you, Peter's not here.

And I don't know anything

about what the f*** you're talking about.

- I'm just really tired.

- This is very important,

so think carefully before you answer.

Tell me where the f*** Peter is.

I can't tell you that,

'cause I don't know.

This is simple. Peter was paid.

We want what we paid for.

- Now where is it?

- I swear to God, I don't know.

Well, you better find out because

he will be in a very dark place

if we become disappointed,

and we're becoming extremely disappointed.

As soon as he gets back, I'll tell him.

I just don't know when that's gonna be.

I'll see you again.

Laura. I...

I need a shot,

and I couldn't find any syringes anywhere.

I mean, with the move and everything.

You don't have any, do you?

I've got one in here.

I saw her, William.

I saw her at the restaurant.

- You saw who?

- Don't make me say her f***ing name.

- What are you talking about?

- Just go get dressed.

I'm not gonna have this conversation

with you if you're going to lie.

I'm not going to do it.

I'm not going to do it anymore!

If you want to talk to me,

you're going to tell me the truth!

- Yeah, I want to talk to you.

- The other night at dinner.

When you came back

and you sat down at the table

and you said the Brodkeys' benefit.

I know why you want to go.

I know why you want to go.

Do you think I'm an idiot?

- No.

- You know what I do wonder?

If you still have feelings for her,

then why are you in this house?

Why are you still in this house?

Are you that selfish?

To think that I would stay here with you

while you f***ed her?

Is that what you're thinking?

Do you ever think about anybody else

but yourself?

Do you ever think about me?

Do you ever think about your children?

- Our children.

- Our children!

You did this for our children? For Graham?

He's in college. He deals drugs.

And he thinks you're a joke.

- And Susan? Susan loathes you!

- That's not true.

Yes, that is very true!

For one time,

for one time in your goddamned life,

be honest with me, William.

Did you ever love me?

Did you ever love me?

- Tell me, did you ever love me...

- I don't know. I don't know.

I don't know.

You were afraid you'd be lonely, is that it?

You were afraid you'd have to give me 50%

of everything you think you own, is that it?

No. That's not what this is about.

God.

Oh, God.

I'll go to the benefit with you.

And we'll walk in there

and we'll wink and we'll wave

and we'll have drinks,

and we'll let everybody

know we're just fine.

And then you can come back home here

and you can pack your things

and you can leave.

So, yes,

I'll go to the Brodkey benefit with you.

Why would you want to do that?

I want to see her.

Hey!

Where you been?

You weren't in the room.

Tim, what's wrong? What happened?

What's wrong? Nothing's wrong.

You want to talk?

Did you just ask me if I want to talk?

Well, yeah.

Yeah. We could talk.

What? What are we gonna talk about, Dad?

I don't know. You tell me.

There's nothing to talk about.

Please... Please, Tim, come on.

There's nothing to talk about.

Come on. Give me a chance.

Don't ruin my chances.

You don't have any chances left

to ruin, dude.

Come on, Tim, you don't mean that.

There's nothing.

There's nothing. Just accept it.

It's easier that way. Just forget it.

There's nothing you can tell me,

and there's nothing

I'm going to tell you, Dad,

that's gonna make any difference.

Some f***ing blond kid came by the house.

Yeah, what did he say?

- He was asking me about a package.

- Yeah?

Did you give it to him?

No, I told him we didn't have it.

What?

- What did Dirk say?

- What? You know his f***ing name?

What did Dirk say, Jack?

- He said he'd be back.

- F***!

They're gonna kill us!

They're gonna kill us!

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