Barb Wire Page #2

think about that, sweetheart?

Who are you talking to?

Some chick.

Where's your mercurial sister?

Why don't you try the office?

And when you see her,

tell her I only had two.

Okay, whatever you say, Charlie.

That's my boy.

Goddamn. Customs police.

Stay put. We'll handle this.

Where's your ID?

-Something feels wrong.

-This is making me very nervous.

Look,

we just stick with the plan, okay?

Change of plans! Let's go!

Sh*t!

Find them now!

Sorry, boss. Is this a good moment

to talk about the payroll?

-No.

-Tonight's fan mail.

Three offers

to sell black market dollars...

Another offer to buy the bar...

An urgent request

to contact the resistance,

and a badly-scented proposal

of marriage.

No more valentines, Curly.

Oh, it's awful.

Look, boss, I hate

to keep bringing this up, I really do.

But tomorrow's payday.

What am I going to use for money,

a smile?

Relax, Curly, I got it covered.

-Are we going out?

-For a while.

Just how far out are we going to go?

I want to get some air.

But I thought

you got some air last night?

That didn't happen.

This isn't happening either.

Anybody asks,

I'm taking a bubble bath.

Barb, I just don't like...

Keep Charlie out from

under the tables. It's embarrassing.

I will.

Sweet dreams.

Okay. Okay, let's go.

Now what?

We find Krebs.

Any bright ideas how?

Just one.

I had to do a little moonlighting

to keep my bar running.

Not an easy life. A girl's gotta do

what a girl's gotta do.

And in this world

you gotta use everything you got.

Hey, handsome, you want some company?

You a cop?

See a badge?

You got your Med-Reg?

Full medical, checked yesterday.

-How much is this gonna cost me?

-That depends on how you wanna play.

-I like to play rough.

-Me too.

Hey, nice nuts!

Get a life!

Apartment four, seven, two...

One guest.

Retinal scan verified:

Ruben Tannenbaum,

one, zero, eight, one, one.

How romantic!

I have an idea.

Why don't you go change

into something more comfortable?

How about

something a little less comfortable?

I can hardly wait.

Bingo! Mr. Krebs.

Did you wash your hands?

No.

I was bad.

I'm so glad to hear that.

Now, close your eyes and turn around.

What the hell?

I wouldn't do that

if I were you, Krebs.

Come on, move your ass!

Sh*t!

Go ahead, go!

-You're not going soft on me, are you?

-Okay.

You can have him.

Good.

You're my last bail jumper, Krebs.

Wake up, sunshine.

-Please don't kill me.

-That was nice kicking.

You really know your stuff, babe.

What did you call me?

Don't call me babe!

Goddamn it!

Ah, Mr. Krebs.

It's a pleasure to see you.

You know,

we were getting very concerned.

And Barb...

it's a pleasure to see you too.

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