The Thompsons

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You're probably wondering

what I'm doing here in this box.

Well. I'm wondering too because this

really wasn't part of the plan.

It all started off

as something completely different.

I was looking for others like us.

It's better if you.

Never really want.

What happened then.

It's a matter of trust.

With places too cold.

To live alone.

You lost it.

You lost it.

You lost them all.

We were fugitives hiding in London

because of what happened back home.

And time was running out fast.

I headed into the English old country

looking for help.

Not knowing if it even existed.

I was in the middle of nowhere

when the trouble started.

Can you help there, mate?

Uh-huh!

Ta.

Hello?!

Anybody there?!

Hey!

And don't know where to run.

Who's out there?

Show yourself, come on!

Ah!

Dilly, dally,

Dally, dilly...

Dilly and dally...

Hello, dearies!

Get the hell away from us!

Or what?

I'll... I'll...

For f***'s sake!

Spit it out, man.

We'll do anything you say.

F*** me.

Please don't hurt us.

We don't want to hurt ya.

We just wanted to watch the show.

And we would like to see the rest.

What do you mean?

We don't understand.

Good one.

Take your f***ing clothes off!

- Would you like a hand with that?

- Come on, love.

Come on, come on.

Look at that, she's waiting for you.

She'd like a little bit of help there.

- Don't have sex with your jeans on.

- Come on...

Come on, get in!

In we go in we go.

Give her what she wants.

This is what you get

for wearing red and white!

Those are Manchester colors you wanker!

It wasn't the greatest welcome

to England.

I was lost. Staying.

Walking in circles...

And then I found the town maker.

See. We've been on the run from an incident

that happened a couple weeks back...

...while trying to keep a low profile

from the police.

But I'm getting ahead of myself.

Let me keep it simple for now.

I was sent out to look for help.

Ask for a certain name

near a town called Ludlow.

Hello. What can I get you?

I'm actually looking for someone

and I was wondering if you could help.

You're American...

You wouldn't happen to know anybody

by the name of Manderson?

Can't say I do.

- A distant relative of yours?

- Something like that.

Do you know of a Manderson?

Who?

If you like I could ask my husband

when he comes back.

He knows everybody about town.

He should only be a few minutes.

Yeah...

- I'll have a beer.

- Great, take a seat.

The waitress will bring it over.

There you go.

Ahem!

Don't mind them.

They don't mean anything by it,

especially my mom.

We don't get too many people

passing through here.

Is this your mom's place?

Mom and Dad's.

That's him in the back.

So, are you on holiday or...?

Y- yeah, just having some car trouble

at the moment.

Well, I play a mean game

of Grand Theft Auto,

so... if you need any help

hijacking a car,

- I'm your girl.

- Thanks, I'll keep that in mind.

I'm Riley.

If you want anything else,

a drink, a car, uh...

...just let me know.

Thanks. Looks like

I got to be going though.

What a shame.

What do you say, Mother?

- Quitting time already, Constable?

- Give or take an hour.

Since I'm a one-man show around here, I

think I'll forgive myself this one time...

And every day since you started.

- The usual?

- Yeah.

Thanks.

How are you, Father?

Can't complain, Constable.

And where is that...

beautiful daughter of yours?

- Good evening, Riley.

- Good evening to you, Constable.

This one's on the house.

- Thanks, but... I need to go.

- Oh...

Who's your new friend, Riley?

Here on holiday but seems to be having

a bit of car trouble?

Do I know you, friend?

Nah, ah... I don't think you do.

No.

I swear I've seen you before.

What's the nature of your visit?

- I've just told you, he's on holiday.

- Leave the lad alone, James,

he's just passing through.

Do you have family around here?

Look, friend, I already told you,

you don't know me.

Is that so?

I'll just be on my way.

Do you mind... if I take a look

at your passport?

Ugh, give it up, James.

You're a volunteer officer.

Why would you need to look

at the boy's passport?

It's not impressing me, you know.

Mind your business!

All of you!

They always have

that same look on their face...

No one ever sees it coming

before it's too late.

Ah!

Like I said.

Yt wasn't really part of the plan.

Look, I don't want to hurt anybody else.

Behind the bar, come on!

Not you.

We don't have much money, son.

- I don't want your money.

- If it isn't money,

what do you want?

Lock the doors.

Bonjour.

- Hello?

- Bonjour?

Hello?

Who is this?

Yeah, is Wendell...

Was that the phone?

It's hard to hear down there.

Time for my medicine.

Ooh... your medicine?

Ah!

Ah...

The two in the costumes

are my brother and sister. The twins.

Yeah. I know...

But more about them later.

Yes, sweetie, here's your absinthe.

- Yeah?

- Wendell...

- Yeah?

- Wendell...

- It's Francis.

- Frannie!

Hey, hey, bud!

I've got a bit of a problem over here

so there's a change in plans.

- I'm coming to you.

- You're coming to France?

I don't exactly have time to talk about it

right now. Wendell.

I'm not sure when I'm gonna get

to another phone,

so I need you to hang tight

for a little bit. Can you do that?

Okay, bud, well, yeah, I'm here, man.

Okay, we'll see you...

...Soon.

Less talk, more play.

Playtime is over, sweetie.

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