Gigli Page #7

Come on!

- Larry!

- Sh*t!

- It's your mother.

- F***! It's a cop.

Open the door!

- I was watching that.

- Be quiet.

Go in this room. Go. I want you to stay here.

- Don't come out. Don't say anything.

- We're going to Baywatch?

- Yeah. Soon. Stay here. Be quiet.

- Okay.

- Come on, I'm dying here!

- Coming!

- Larry, I have a chicken.

- Don't say anything.

What?

Your door's not thick enough to pretend

you're not home when you're home.

- What's up?

- I was in the neighborhood.

- How are you today?

- Just fine. Yourself?

Just fine.

I'm searching for news on the underground.

Might you know what it is I'm getting at?

- No.

- No. Well...

This is one of those mysterious cases.

Unsolvable. Probably turn out

to be an alien abduction, but you know...

we're obligated to at least create

the appearance of due diligence.

- What?

- I didn't say nothing.

You know, your friend Louis...

his supervisor back in the home office

is about to fold his napkin, right?

- Sorry?

- Starkman, in New York.

He's through.

Looking at huge federal time.

Big, ugly, dark dungeon underground.

No chance of parole, never ever. Time.

Yep. I'm sorry to say.

I hear he's a good guy, but, you know...

In any event, here's my problem...

and if you know any of this,

feel free, jump in, shut me up.

This federal prosecutor out here...

the one with Starkman's testicular matter

clutched in his fist...

this very federal prosecutor's

little brother...

Any of this sound familiar?

To me? No.

No. Well...

This very federal prosecutor's little brother,

a bit dopey from what I gather...

may have been absconded with...

which, as you can imagine,

would be to the dismay of our prosecutor.

I think...

But I could be wrong about this because

it's almost too stupid for a mind to grasp.

But I think maybe someone...

in your professional community...

might be participating

in these shenanigans...

to, I don't know...

help squeeze a little friendship...

altruism, whatever,

out of this particular federal official.

Maybe in the hopes that Starkman...

will wake up one morning...

And wake up one morning

to find all charges mysteriously dropped.

The school of thought of my colleagues

is that this kid is already way out of town.

I alone am of the opposite school.

I think he's still here. That's what I think.

But what's important is what you think.

What do you think?

As a friend who's got his ear to the street.

Seriously.

- I never... You know...

- I know.

You don't know nothing.

I can tell just by looking at you.

The whole thing's probably

alien abduction, like I said before.

Man, you know what I'd love to do...

right now?

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