The Truth About Lies Page #8

You won't believe what happened last night.

- What? Tell me.

- You'll never guess.

Okay, so, tell me.

I found out who my father is.

Oh, my God! Are you kidding me?

The old bat finally cracked and told me.

Wow, I don't-I don't believe it.

Did she just give you his number?

Oh, come on. Let's not get crazy.

I had to sneak into her stuff and find it.

But, yes, yes, I have the number. Yes.

- Well, how do you feel?

- God, I don't know.

It's like a hole I didn't

even realize was there

has now been filled.

- Seriously.

- You have to go see him.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

I don't know about that.

- Come on.

- No, no.

You-you have to go.

Well, would you come with me?

Uh, yeah, I'm going with you.

What, you think you're

gonna cut me out now?

No, I'm-I'm going. I'm going.

Thank you.

You're amazing.

Well, I know.

Okay, I'll talk to you later.

Oh.

Gilby?

Gilby? Gilby?

Gil... Great.

Are you sure this is it?

Positive. That's the address.

Well, where did you find it?

- My mom's address book.

- Oh.

Yeah, Sergeant James Lance.

- Oh, impressive.

- Hmm?

- You're an Army brat.

- Oh, yeah.

Yes, ma'am.

Or Marines, actually, yeah.

Whatever happened to "leave no man behind"?

So, how do you know he still lives here?

I called.

Wait, you called?

You called? Why didn't you tell me?

What'd he say? What'd he say?

What happened? Tell me everything.

Okay, okay, okay. Nothin' happened.

I just called. His wife

answered, and I asked for him,

and she went to get

him, and then I hung up.

Why did you hang up?

Well, I just had to verify his whereabouts.

- What?

- I even spoke with a little accent,

so they couldn't trace me.

That doesn't even make sense.

Is Mr. James Lance home?

So, what's your plan?

What are you gonna do?

I don't know. I guess I'm

gonna knock on the door.

Maybe we should buy a gift basket,

- or, like, a bottle of wine.

- You used an accent?

That's so ridiculous.

- Oh, my God. Is that him?

- Oh, no. You think that's...

Oh, my God. Do you think that's him?

It seems like the right age.

- It's his address.

- Let's follow him.

- Follow him? Are you crazy?

- We have to follow him.

- That's, like, illegal.

- What? No!

You can't follow him. He's a Marine.

He's probably armed.

He's like a deadly weapon.

This could be your dad.

We're doing it.

Okay, do you know what you're doing?

- No, I don't.

- Just keep us a distance. Okay, good.

Like, maybe five car lengths.

Oh, my God. This is awesome!

I feel like I'm doing a hit or something.

Have you ever done this before?

No, I've never followed someone.

- That's creepy.

- Okay.

- I think he's on to us.

- There's no way.

Who knows? My mom said

he was in the Marines,

but who knows after that?

Maybe the Navy Seal Special Forces.

- Making a right, right.

- Okay, I'm going. I'm going.

- I'm just saying-I'm just saying, don't lose him.

- No, I'm not gonna lose him.

- Where is he going?

- I don't know.

It just seems like he's goin' in circles.

I don't know where he's going!

- Are you serious?

- Hmm?

Are you serious with the hood?

- Stop it! God.

- Go, go.

What are you waiting for? Just go.

I am not ready yet. Would

you give me a minute?

What do you have to be ready for?

He's right there.

- I need a drink first.

- Seriously?

- I need a drink first.

- This is not gonna get any easier.

It's just gonna keep getting harder.

You just gotta do it. You just gotta do it.

I-I under-I under...

I understand that.

- You have to man up.

- Would you-would you give me a minute?

Would you give me a minute?

- Will you have a drink with me?

- I will have a drink with you.

- Just will you have...

- I will have one drink with you.

I will have one drink. That's it.

We have to have a drink.

We're at a bar. They'll know.

- Then they'll kick us outta here.

- They'll know what? You're freaking out.

Excuse me?

Two scotch on the rocks, please.

Yeah, I guess I'll have the same.

I mean, not, uh, two more.

I just... Not four.

Just two scotches, like she said.

One order of two. One each.

Uh, a scotch on the rocks for the lady,

and I'll have a scotch on the rocks myself,

and that will be it for us, tonight.

You need to pull it together.

One drink, and then you're gonna go.

Fine, one drink.

It's too much.

Oh, oh.

Oh, God, excuse me.

All right, let's go somewhere else.

- Yeah, yeah, let's do it.

- Let's go to another bar.

- I mean, why not, right?

- I know a good spot.

- No! No, no, we can't.

- What? Why not?

- Your dad.

- Oh, my God, my dad.

That's why we're here. Your dad.

- Oh, my God.

- Oh, my God, go.

- Whoa!

- Go.

Oh, my God, I just fell over.

Oh, my God, you totally just fell over.

- What happened?

- That was so weird.

You just, like, you just, like, fell.

- Oh, God, wow.

- What happened to you?

- I need to switch to beer.

- Wow.

Um, another round?

- No, I'm so tipsy.

- Tipsy?

- No, no more. No more.

- We're wasted.

- We are wasted.

- I just fell over.

Uh, bartend... Sorry, ma'am.

I mean, uh, another round.

Yeah, for me and all my friends!

Hey, go on, go on.

- What?

- Just forget I said that. That was weird.

Okay, go. Weird.

- Okay, go, go, go.

- We're gonna make a scene.

- Go. You have to go.

- Wait. w-w-wait.

What are you afraid of?

Maybe he won't like me.

What?

That's crazy. What's not to like?

I mean... you're funny,

and you're smart,

and you're successful,

and-and you're handsome.

I mean, I don't... What?

You really think all of that?

Yeah.

I really do.

Oh!

Okay.

Okay, okay.

Take it off. Take 'em off.

- Oh, sh*t!

- Oh, it's fine. It's fine.

Come on!

God.

Almost there.

Almost there.

Stay on target.

Stay on target.

- Hey.

- What the hell are you doing here?

Are you...

Are you serious?

Jesus. Will you relax?

Are you crazy?

- I mean, are you...

- With that? Are you serious?

- No.

- Wow!

Don't worry. I told 'em I needed

to drop something off for Eric.

- It's fine.

- What-what-what? What does he need?

Why didn't he just email me?

- I can handle it. I'm-I'm fine.

- Seriously?

I-I've got... everything set up.

Forget about Eric. It was just an excuse.

I needed to talk to you in person.

Oh, God. Thank God.

I mean, I'm fine here on my own.

- Okay.

- Okay.

Last night was a huge mistake.

Absolutely.

And I need to be absolutely clear with you

that it cannot continue in any way.

Absolutely not. Absolutely not.

I mean, it can never happen again.

Never, never. I know.

- I know.

- Right?

- Right. Right.

- Right.

- Right. Right.

- Right.

We're not bad people.

I'm not a ba... I know

you're not a bad person,

- but I'm not a bad person.

- We're good people.

- That was bad.

- That was bad.

That was really bad.

- I was outta control and...

- We were out of control.

I've never been so, uh, wildly...

You know, it was wild. It was-it was...

- I never...

- ...out of control is my life.

That's not us, right?

That was not me last night.

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