The Loft Page #2

Come on, keep partying!

What are you doing?

Phil, I should've guessed.

Hey, Vince, what's up? Hey. How are ya?

Thanks for comin'.

I'm sorry about this.

She slipped, man.

No worries. As long as you're okay.

You all right?

I'm fine.

She's fine. Come on.

Let me introduce

you to a colleague

who works with

me at the office.

And this one works with

me down at the office.

Or is it the other way around?

Philip?

Oh, my big brother.

How ya doin', man?

Friends of Vicky's? Bridesmaids?

Oh...

Come on, man. I'm still single, you know?

What are you doing?

What? It's not like I don't

love my little Vicky.

I love her madly, you know that.

All right?

It's not like I hate all the

other women in the world.

All right.

All right. Relax.

There's something I want to show you.

Let's go get Marty and Luke.

Chris?

Gentlemen, welcome to the loft.

Wow!

This is impressive, Vince.

Check out the view.

Then imagine that this

is our own private oasis

right in the heart of downtown.

What do you mean?

A place where

no one hassles you.

A place you can escape

to any time you want.

So this is your loft?

No. It's ours.

- If you want it.

- What?

Ours?

Think about it.

No messy hotel bills. No

questionable credit card activity.

This would be our secret place to steal

away, discreetly and economically

in these challenging times.

A five-way split.

What do you think?

I don't know.

I'm not like that.

Come on, Chris. We're men.

We're all a little like that.

Yeah. Tell me about it.

Give me your key right now.

Bring your twins up here, give

'em a little private tour.

You know what they cost, Marty?

How much? I might have it

on me right now. Seriously.

Think about it.

It's a great investment.

A once-in-a-lifetime

golden opportunity.

I can't stay here.

- Where you going? Luke?

- Hey, hey!

You cannot freak out right now.

We have to stay

together like we said!

All right. Really, Luke, you

just need to calm the f*** down.

No! No! It's over, Vincent!

It's all gonna come out!

It's not over.

Listen, we're gonna find out

what happened here

and we're gonna fix it!

Okay?

Try Phil again.

This is Philip. Please leave

a message after the tone.

What if he doesn't show?

He could be out of

the country by now.

He'll show.

We can't cover for him,

Chris. Not this time.

Guys!

Look at this.

What's it mean?

What does it mean?

You know Latin, Doctor?

Excuse me?

Latin.

Do you know Latin?

I took it, pre-Med, yeah.

What's it say on

the wall there?

"Fatum nos iungebit."

Yeah, I know.

"Fatum nos iungebit. "

I can read that.

What's it mean?

I'm guessing you already

know what it means.

No. We would like

to hear you say it.

You'd like to hear me say it. Okay.

"Fatum nos iungebit. "

"Fate will unite us."

Now, all I can

possibly think is that

somebody who knows

Latin like you,

reached over with

this young lady's hand

and wrote, "Fatum nos

iungebit" on the wall.

"Fatum nos iungebit" is wrong.

How so, Doctor?

The future imperfect tense of the

verb unite, iungere, is not iungebit.

It's iunget. It should

say, "Fatum nos iunget. "

So the person you're looking for

made a classic Latin error.

But I'm guessing you knew that

already, too, didn't you?

You know the phrase "f*** you"?

Germanic origin.

Where's your brother?

I'm sorry, I can't

help you with that one.

Right. Well, actually, he's

your half-brother, isn't he?

Same mother, different fathers.

He spent some time in various

institutions with your half-sister, Zoe?

Yeah. That's right.

After our mother died, uh,

Philip wasn't as

lucky with his father.

Apparently not.

Alcoholic child beater.

Mmm-hmm.

You didn't spend much time with

Philip back then, did you?

No. But now you're best friends.

Well, we've had a lot

of catching up to do.

You really don't know

where we can find him?

"Fate will unite us"? Where the

hell's your brother, Chris?

I don't know.

What the hell is this?

Where the f*** is Philip?

I'm right here.

Now, what the hell's going on?

You did this.

You did this!

- Luke!

- Hey! Luke!

- What?

- Luke, come here! Hey!

- Hey!

- Hands off!

Come on! Bring it on! What is this?

Cool it, Philip.

Luke!

Holy sh*t.

Did you have anything

to do with this?

What the f*** are

you talkin' about?

Just answer the f***ing question!

Did you do this?

- Of course not!

- Jesus!

Were you here last night?

No, man. I wasn't here last night.

I slept at my in-laws'.

If you don't

believe me, call Vicky.

What about this morning?

Were you here this morning?

I was at a project site,

all right?

With my father-in-law.

Oh, my God...

Where were you last night?

Where have you been?

- Philip! Take it easy.

- Wait a minute.

Before accusing everyone else,

where have you been?

'Cause I never got a text to

say the loft was taken. Never.

Last night I was at home.

Can you prove it?

No. I can't prove it. Because

Barbara's taken the kids skiing.

You'll have to

take my word for it.

Relax! Come on!

Your word?

There's a dead woman in our loft

that only us have access to.

Now, if anybody has

anything to do with this,

now's the time to say it.

Right now.

Thank you very much.

Well, Philip's

got a ball and chain now.

Who would've thunk it?

Who's the

father-in-law again?

His name's Hiram Fry. He's

a huge property developer.

His friends call him

the Man of Steel.

Worth millions.

Vicky's his only daughter.

So what's not to love?

I just hope

Philip will be happy.

Well, that's cozy.

Come on.

Ever since Councilman

Kotkin got elected,

the Man of Steel's been

busy rebuilding downtown.

Kotkin came to

your opening, right?

Yeah, he turned

up for a photo op.

When it comes to handing out

permits and contracts though,

the game's rigged.

Wait a minute. Tell me what

we're talking about again,

'cause I just saw

some mini cheesecakes.

Gorgeous, huh?

I mean, this whole setup.

Whoever said money can't buy happiness

sure hasn't lived this life.

Sorry, boys, you've lost

your bachelor mascot.

He's all mine now.

Good luck with breaking this bronco, Vicky.

God knows others have tried.

But I'm not others,

am I, Philip?

She told you.

And it's not just me.

Philip's married

into the Fry family now.

Oh. Soon as we're

back from Fiji...

Yeah. Well, gonna sell some

properties with Vicky's dad.

You know, see how it grabs me.

Wow. Grabs you!

Well, guys, thanks for coming.

Congratulations.

I'll be with you

in a second, baby.

Oh, man, I need a break

from all the ass-kissing.

Sh*t.

Where is Fiji?

I don't know.

You look beautiful.

Phil.

Your wedding present.

Are you for real?

Absolutely.

Don't lose it. There's only

five of these in existence.

Accepting a key to the loft means

you accept the rules to the loft.

Marty.

Oh.

Are you crazy?

Our wives are here.

Don't you think that's a bit cynical,

handing those things out here?

Cynical? It's just a key to a room.

You should check it out.

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