VANish Page #3
more f***ed up than I am.
Speak for yourself.
Oh, really?
- Yeah.
- OK.
When was the last
time you got laid, pal?
Jack, don't answer that.
All right.
I got two rooms.
Shane, you're with Max.
Emma is with me.
Oh, come on.
Come on, Jack.
I'll protect her.
You like getting bit,
don't you, a**hole?
Jack, with all due respect,
I don't think it's a good idea
that I room with Max either.
I won't bite Shane, I promise.
I swear I won't.
You see what I mean?
Your friend is a
f***ing fruitcake.
Now, I'm going to
get out real slow
and then you're going
to follow me, OK?
You try to run,
I will shoot you in your face.
Let's make this quick.
I don't want anyone seeing us.
Let's go, Max.
OK.
Come on, Emma.
You know, we need to have
a serious conversation
about your idiot friend here,
compromising this whole ordeal.
You know, under
different circumstances,
made a hell of a couple.
in your sleep.
My kind of girl.
Is exactly what I thought!
What's going on, Jack?
Shane, get her out
of the room now!
I don't know what
room you put her in.
What room is she in?
Room 6.
Move your ass, soldier.
OK.
That was bad ass, man.
Where did they come from?
They were just hoodlums
trying to steal the van.
I guess they thought wrong, huh?
Max, won't you do me a favor
and take a look at
Emma's purse for me?
Yeah.
Wait, you have my purse?
I mean, we took it when
you were in the house.
We figured if you were
on the rag or something
and needed a tampon.
Great.
- Uh, Jack?
- Yeah.
What the f*** am I looking for?
Her phone.
Jack?
Yeah, give that to me.
What the f***?
Why the hell are you
talking to her in Spanish?
I'm freaking out here, man.
I'm f***ing lost
and I'm exhausted.
Just relax.
We're going to find a place
off the freeway
and hide out for the night.
Well, well, well.
I guess it looks like we're going
Oh, yay!
I can't wait.
Emma...
Wakey wakey...
- Time to go home.
- You ain't ever getting out of this...
It's time to die.
Emma.
Why don't you
suck my cock, Emma?
I would love to.
Oh, I know you'd like to.
Wakey wakey, sunshine.
Are you OK?
Yeah.
I just had a bad dream.
I see I'm still in it.
Don't worry, Emma.
Just a few more hours with us.
We'll get you home.
You'll pass that exam,
become that great psychologist
you want to be.
I'm good, thanks.
Are we going to the drop-off?
I mean, do I need a gun, you know,
what if he brings the cops?
He isn't that kind of a guy.
He won't bring the cops.
All right.
So now what?
There's a diner
I saw coming in last night.
We'll go get us some grub there.
It's 8 a.m., Max.
What does that have
to do with anything?
Shane, you want a beer?
Here.
No, no, no, man.
I'm good.
Come on, man.
It's good for the nerves.
I got something
for that right here.
You son-of-a-b*tch.
You've been holding out
on me this whole time.
No, man. I need to be
sober and focused,
all of you do, put it out.
I'm going to have some of that.
Nope.
Dude.
Jack said no.
What the f***?!
I gave you a beer!
Sheisty motherf***er,
you know that?
Oh, Jesus, dude.
- F***.
- He just hit me with a can.
What are you going to
do about it, p*ssy?
Dick.
What is all this sh*t?
Why are all these tools
laying around?
It's dad's work van.
You knew he was a mechanic.
Could you just mind your
own business.
You know, I was thinking
last night about your culture.
Your men,
they got too much pride
mixed with too much poverty,
which makes them
overly aggressive.
Your women,
they're just skanks
with high sex drives,
makes them uncontrollable.
And on top of that,
you guys are all under the
conservative hypocrisy
which is the Catholic church.
That's a recipe for violence.
I mean, look no further than
your home country of Mexico.
How's that for a
psychoanalysis, huh?
And I'm sure America's
addiction to illegal drugs
has nothing to do with
the problems in Mexico.
Now, don't look at me like that.
I got a... I got a card for this.
It's perfectly legal.
Oh, well, one of your children
just put a bullet
in my head already.
- F***.
- F***, man.
- F***, f***.
- F***, dude, it's the cops.
Dude, do you think they
know about the kidnapping?
Do you think they know
about the f***ing guns?
Do you think they know
about the... the hotel?
Do you think they
recognized her?
Can they even see her?
Can they see in here?
Shut the f*** up, Shane.
My, my, what a predicament
you boys have yourselves in.
Max, hide the beers.
I mean, who gives a sh*t, man.
The whole f***ing van
smells like pot and alcohol.
Just do it!
She's got perfume.
Spray it all over
the van, please.
OK, Jesus,
not in my f***ing face.
Oh, f***, man.
All right, everybody,
I'm pulling over.
Remain calm.
I'll do the talking.
Emma, you see this?
You give that pig so much
as a seductive wink,
I'm going to blow a hole
in your head
big enough to skull f*** you in.
That's a small hole.
You shut up, smart ass.
I'll shoot you, too.
Sh*t.
Good morning, Officer.
How can I help you?
Well, for starters,
how about some
personal identification?
Van registration,
proof of insurance, please.
OK.
Shane, can you, uh...
Can you go ahead
and get that for me?
Copy.
What, are you military, boy?
Yes, sir.
Jack.
It's just a paper cut.
Paper cut, my ass.
It looks like somebody's makeup.
I can help you with?
You know why I pulled you over?
No?
You got a faulty taillight,
dude.
Oh.
I've been meaning to fix that.
I've just been kinda strapped
for cash lately, you know?
Yeah.
Like my granddaddy always said,
"If it's got tits or tires,
it's going to cost you."
Wait right here.
I'm going to run this.
Don't nobody leave the vehicle.
Dude, you just handed
an officer of the law
a registration
with blood on it, man.
Classic.
Everything's fine.
He's going to run the
plates which are clean.
He's going to come back and
just give me a fix it ticket,
all right?
We're good.
He's not the friendliest
guy I've ever run into, huh?
He's just doing his job.
Yeah. But how many people do
you think come down this road
in a given day?
I mean, he's got to be... He's
got to be bored out of his mind.
You know, we got... we got to
be the first ones this week.
Bored pigs?
They mean trouble, Jack.
All right?
They sniff around
looking for sh*t.
And I don't care who you are.
Everyone is hiding a big
pile of sh*t somewhere.
That's a fact.
Let's just see it through, OK?
OK.
This vehicle is registered
to one Edward Banks.
Yeah, that's my pops.
Then you don't need me
to tell you that
he's been reported missing
for the last three months?
No, no need to remind me, sir.
Hey, I don't mean to
bring up personal issues.
You just make sure you get
this registration upgraded.
You got it.
What is that funky smell?
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