Meeting Evil Page #3

So what exactly is your interest

in my business?

I'm just trying to help you out here.

That's what they're looking for. Suckers.

Well, thanks for the warning.

John?

-What are you doing here?

-Nothing. I'm just leaving.

Come on, one drink.

No, actually, I gotta call Joanie.

I need a ride. I gotta get home.

I can drive you home.

I just gotta use the pisser first.

I'll meet you outside.

Yeah, I don't know if that's such a good idea.

-What? Taking a piss?

-No, that's not what I meant.

-John, it's just a ride home.

-Okay.

Gotcha.

You okay?

-Yeah.

-What's...

Could have sworn I parked right around here.

-You don't know where you...

-There it is.

So, Tammy, are you okay to drive?

I'm a teensy bit wasted,

so maybe you'd better.

Thanks.

You know I broke up with Trevor

to be with you.

Yeah, and he fired me.

Is that what you care about?

Look, Tammy.

You know, what we did was wrong, okay?

-For who?

-My family.

F***ing cowards.

You know, that stupid fat ass wouldn't

let me make a phone call neither.

Said she didn't like the way I looked,

and she kept stuffing doughnuts

down her blabber box.

It looked like she'd been locked

in a doughnut shop her whole life.

Yeah.

Man gets his dream car towed by the pigs,

gets treated like a criminal

by an incompetent...

-Where's your common courtesy?

-Exactly.

-I should have listened to you.

-I know.

You tried to warn me

about these parking rules.

But what a car though, right?

Pure American muscle.

You could feel that power, right?

I sure did.

You feel it right between your legs.

-It's a muscle car.

-Is that so?

Yeah, that is so, missy. Right, John?

-It's a great car, I'll give you that.

-You know what I'm talking about.

-John, you know this guy?

-Yeah, we...

I really, really hate to ask this,

because of everything

we've already been through,

but you think you can give me

a ride to the impound?

I don't think so,

'cause I gotta get home and...

I gotta get home, too!

I'm just like you, John. I'm stranded.

-I don't even know where the impound is.

-I do!

I do! It's not far. Scout's honour.

See, it's not my car,

and I gotta take her home.

Name's Richie. I would really appreciate it.

-Well, if John will vouch for you.

-Course he'll vouch for me!

-Right, John?

-Yeah, I mean, we met earlier...

-So, how do you two know each other?

-We work together.

-Work buddies?

-We work together.

-Wanna give him a ride?

-It's fine. We'll give you a ride.

Yeah, we'd better hurry. Looks like rain.

-So, we close?

-Think so.

You think so?

-Man, you even know where it is?

-Yeah.

'Cause we've been driving

for like a half hour,

and you just said it was a couple miles.

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