Boomerang Page #2

OK, go take your walk, honey.

I'll give you $20 for that leash.

Take it, fool. Turnin' down good money.

Yes, baby.

Kirby.

Kirby.

Come on, Kirb.

- Kirby.

- Did you lose your dog?

Yeah, I lost a white springer spaniel

with brown spots on, named Kirby.

- Real energetic dog. Did you see him?

- I haven't seen him.

I only took him off the leash

for a couple of seconds.

Kirby.

- He's like a family member, you know?

- I know. I feel the same about Brutus.

- I love my Brutus.

- I can see why.

- Do you walk him here every day?

- Yeah, I do.

Could you do me a favour? My name is

Marcus Graham. Here's my card.

If you bump into Kirby, could you call?

I'll have somebody pick him up.

OK. Well, good luck.

I sure hope you find him.

Thanks.

Kirb.

Kirby.

Let me give you my number. I won't

sleep until I know you've found him.

- Do you have a pen?

- Do I?

I have a pen right here, and...

- Thank you.

- Thank you.

- Bye-bye.

- Good luck.

Bye-bye.

Kirby?

Kirb?

Kirbster?

Marcus. Marcus.

I know you hear me, you slimy, sleazy,

sneaky, slitherin' son of a b*tch.

Keep it down. I'm gettin' ready

to have some company, OK?

- So, who's the victim tonight?

- Yvonne, I don't feel like playin'. Stop.

Why don't you just tell her you're gonna

use her, then dump her like you did me?

Excuse me. Excuse me.

I did not dump you.

We went out, it was whack,

and it was your fault, and I wish...

Look, why don't you get over it and go

find another man? Get outta here.

I hope you catch a disease

and your dick falls off.

I'd expect you to say something crass.

Don't forget I have the court order

for you to stay away.

- I'm gonna call your probation officer.

- Court order?

I don't give a damn

about no court order.

- Hey.

- Hi.

- Nice to see you again.

- Nice to see you, too.

- Wow. Nice place.

- Thank you.

- Where's Kirby? Kirby. Kirby.

- He's at the groomer's.

He got caught under a truck

and got grease on his coat. He's OK.

- You look great.

- Thank you.

Gold star for Marcus.

Dinner was yummy.

I never met a man who cooked so well.

How'd you learn how to cook like that?

Well, you kinda pick those things up,

you know, when you're...

when you're alone as much as I am.

Really?

Yeah. See...

Marcus.

Marcus, you know you wrong.

You no-good... Marcus.

Let's go in the living room. We'll be

much more comfortable in there.

- OK.

- Come on.

Girlfriend.

Girlfriend.

Girlfriend.

Knock, knock.

- Who's there?

- A scared little boy named Marcus.

And he's just dying to come out.

He's been hurt, too, hasn't he?

Tell me about him.

Tell me all about Marcus.

Well, I haven't been out with anybody

in about two years.

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