13 Sins Page #2

Do you remember that?

Yeah, I remember.

Well, that's not even

an option anymore.

Do you remember Deborah, who

lived across the street, Ellie?

Well, I wonder if she's still alive.

She's probably still alive, Ellie.

She wouldn't be that old. She'd be

maybe 57 now. That's not that old.

Ellie, can you give me a ride

to Joe Burger? I took my pill.

OK? I just... I took

my pill already.

Well, I can't go back to

Hot Dog Castle right now

'cause things just got

very unpleasant there.

OK? Well...

- Don't go faster, Ellie.

- I won't.

- Just don't do that.

- I won't. I'm not.

Just stay there.

Well, yeah, because he knows

that Marisol likes me

and there's sometimes when

she is at the counter,

we'll make... we'll make eyes

at each other sometimes.

Is that what people say, to

"make eyes at each other"?

- Yeah, it is.

- Yeah, to make eyes. Well...

I think that Shelby is like Mom.

When she was alive, she was poor.

You don't think about

that, but they were.

Dad didn't make his

money until later

and he didn't start to be

mean until later. So, yeah.

Bye.

What the f***?

- Hello?

- Mr. Elliot Brindle?

- Yes?

- Congratulations.

You have been selected

for the opportunity

to take part in a

one-of-a-kind game show!

- Uh, look...

- Of a long list of candidates

in financial need, you have been chosen

to compete for a fantastic cash prize.

I think you may have

dialed the wrong number.

Elliot Brindle, age 32.

Your mother was killed in a car

accident when you were nine.

Ever since, you've felt

responsible for your brother,

whose outpatient care

cost you $1,200 a month.

Add that to $90,000 in student

loans and credit card debt,

- no wonder you have trouble sleeping.

- Who is this?

You always mean well, but follow-through

has often been a problem.

Like today, you somehow were

unable to protect your fiancee

from having a vindictive old

racist move in with her.

- What do you want?

- You can't honestly even say

you put up much of a fight on

that one, can you, Mr. Brindle?

OK, I'm gonna hang up now.

And at this moment, you are

being defeated by a fly.

Don't be alarmed, Mr. Brindle.

All that matters is the

challenge I put before you now.

Swat the fly.

If you kill the fly,

$1000 will be instantly

credited to your Nola Bank

account number 5366286.

Sh*t.

If you wish to proceed, we have

another challenge for you,

no more complicated than

the first. Are you ready?

- Swallow the fly you just killed.

- What?

If you eat the fly,

$3,622 will be credited

to your account, exactly what

Shelby owes on her MasterCard.

That would be a nice wedding

gift for her, wouldn't it?

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