No Good Deed Page #2

-How did you know where to find us?

-I didn't.

You're not who l'm looking for.

I have a picture--

Yeah. You have a picture, all right.

Of a guy with blond hair, blue eyes.

-I'm looking for a girl.

-Oh, now it's a girl.

You know, l just can't

keep your story straight.

Hoop!

-Stop it!

-All right.

Settle down.

These are too tight.

Eventually, l'm gonna be alone

with you, cop.

Get away from him!

Is that better?

Thanks.

There is a picture.

And there is a girl.

Was it out of willfulness or out of

stupidity you let this man see you?

I'm sorry, Tyrone...

...but l think he seems to have

seen you too.

No, he hasn't.

Seems he's smarter than you.

She's like a spoiled child.

Hateful towards those

who take care of her.

-And yet totally dependent.

-Leave her alone.

And Hoop...

...is the spoiled boy.

The spoiled boy

to whom l gave a future...

...despite the metal plate in his head

and the diagnosed psychosis.

Now, Hoop, was it the belle of tacos

or the king of burgers...

...which had most recently

rejected your services?

What are you laughing at, cop?

It's good that our stay in

these close quarters nears its end.

-Brunch is ready.

-No, brunch is canceled.

The unexpected appearance

by the cop has altered our plans.

Excuse me, l have been cooking

since his goddamned appearance.

No one said anything.

Well, perhaps brunch

is just what we need.

Who would like to say the blessing?

-How about our guest?

-He should say a prayer.

-Leave him alone.

-You haven't anything to worry about.

I'm sure everything will go

as planned.

I'll say the blessing.

Dear Lord, for that which we

are about to receive--

Ten million dollars, amen!

You always forget the ketchup.

Bring me a beer.

Please.

No, thank you.

He's probably not used

to eating a proper breakfast.

This is delicious.

Remember, you're flying, Thomas.

I flew 57 missions in Korea, and l was

drunk every time. Don't you tell me--

Let him drink.

I'll fly the damn plane.

Pilot to copilot, shut up

while l'm telling my story.

Excuse me, dear, but nobody

gives a titty about your story.

Well, l don't want this punk

interrupting me.

Come on, old man. You wanna fly us?

l'll let you fly. Come on.

Come on! First one's free.

Are you children?

Must l put you in separate rooms?

Take him into the kitchen.

-You brought the cops.

-Shut up.

You defective little prick.

It's our banker friend. Delay him.

Keep him out of the house.

Your clothing is inappropriate.

Go change it.

-David, what are you doing here?

-Well, l needed to see Erin.

She left me a message,

said it was important.

-She's not available just now.

-Where is she?

Frankly, l don't know.

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