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stressy vibe, man.

Uh...

You stressed out?

What's going on?

J-Jimothy.

Could you just, um...

Just take

your weird machine there

and just let

Mr. Gallo and I talk?

Am I wrong? Is he giving

you a stressy vibe?

You're not wrong.

Yeah.

I'm having people over tonight,

in case you want to hide

in your room again.

You can come.

I thought... you know,

I thought we said,

uh... we agreed,

you know, last time,

you know, with...

With the cops...

Oh, so I'm not allowed to have

people over in my own home?

No, it's cool.

Whatever.

Oh, did you get my message?

What message?

The fiddle player in

your band or something

came by, wanted you to know

you had a show this

weekend or something.

Wait. What do you mean?

We have a show?

I think so.

Well, did he say when or where?

Didn't say when.

Didn't say where.

You know, I'm not...

Heh. He's not...

We're not...

We're not friends.

None of my business.

W-we're just friends.

Okay.

When Ginnie moved out, I needed

a new roommate

to help cover the rent.

Of course, yeah.

You don't wanna let go

of a prime piece of

real estate like this.

Yeah. No, these crossbeams,

you don't always...

Oh.

Oh, I'll go get that coffee.

Look, Martin,

I can see you're, uh,

a busy man here.

Tomorrow I have to get

on a flight to Geneva.

All I want to do

is find my daughter,

so if you can just point

me to her new place,

I'll get out of your hair.

Uh, we're all out of milk.

And sugar.

Uh, but we have syrup.

You want syrup in your coffee,

or is that...

Is that weird?

I don't want syrup.

Thanks.

Okay.

So do you have an address

for this Gary and Roberta?

Uh, no, but they're

not too far from here.

Uh, I don't have an address,

but I've been over there.

So it's close?

Yeah.

Yes, it's just

a couple blocks that-a-way.

Okay. You want

to get dressed,

and you can take me over there?

Now?

Yes, now, Martin.

Do you mind?

F***.

F*** this.

Hey, Martin, do you mind if I go

on this computer for a minute,

check e-mails?

Um, yeah, sure.

Go ahead.

F***. Uh, wait!

H-hold on!

Why don't you just...

Holy sh*t!

Uh, you know, I just...

I tell Jimothy

not to use my computer,

but he does.

Look, Martin, porn is porn,

you know, but you

gotta hide that sh*t.

Put it in a folder or something.

Yeah.

Can't just leave it

hanging out there.

You know, i...

I can't even believe

that they have sites like that on

the Internet. Uh, those poor women.

Okay, you want to put on some

pants so we can hit the road?

Here. You know where we're going.

You drive.

Ahh.

Wasn't ready for that.

Actually, I don't drive.

What do you mean,

you don't drive?

Ah, I don't have my license.

And, uh, also I don't know how.

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