52 Pick-Up Page #5

or we eat the difference.

Who are you?

Silver Lining Accounting Service,

we satisfy or we eat it.

- How did you get in here?

- I walked in, Slim.

I knocked. Nobody answered.

The door was unlocked, so I walked in.

Well, now you can walk out.

You probably got all the credit cards

ever invented

and you spend in excess of

5 grand a month on bills, right?

- Well, let's say 5 for now.

- I'm calling the police.

What for?

You walk into my home

and you refuse to leave.

I didn't refuse.

You didn't give me a chance.

Well, now's your chance. Get out of here.

5200 times 3.5, in round figures.

Five, five. 25. Three fives are 15.

In the neighborhood of

150 to 180 a month,

and you never balance another

bank account. How does that sound?

Give me your company's phone number.

That's okay. I'll get back to you

when it's more convenient.

We don't like

to inconvenience the customer.

Give me your number or your card.

I ran out of cards.

Don't worry, slim. We'll be in touch.

I gave her a "Silver Lining Accounting

Service, we satisfy or we eat it."

You Chow Hound, you.

I see her car pull in and I think,

"Christ, what's he gonna do now?"

I was upstairs.

You can't ever get caught upstairs.

They don't believe sh*t if they catch you

upstairs. She's not bad.

I wouldn't mind hurting her a little.

Get a leg over.

- Okay. You ready?

- Yeah.

Ta-dah.

Come on. Come on. Come on.

I got his sport coat.

I got his shirt underneath.

I got a tie, just in case.

And, ready for this?

The all time luckiest f***ing award

of all time.

A genuine, no sh*t, P9 Automatic

and a box of shells.

Huh? How's that grab you?

You're hoping for something like this

going in,

never in a million years could it happen.

Clean living. It pays off every time.

BOBBY:
Keep your cool, Mitch.

We're going for a drive.

Sit down, sport.

Second feature about to start.

Is that too close?

We can move it back a little if you like.

No?

Okay. Start the show.

ALAN:
Now, here's the star of our picture.

Little Cynthia Frazier who hadn't the

foggiest idea what the f*** is going on.

This is where the credits would be.

Slick Entertainment Incorporated

presents Tit in the Wringer

or How Harry Mitchell Agreed To Pay

105 Thou A Year And Found Happiness.

Note, I said 105 a year.

Not just the first year, not just the second,

but every year for the rest of your life.

Some people you've got to tie down

to convince them they can act.

ALAN ON SCREEN. : Come on, honey.

Come on. Cooperate.

This is gonna get you two back together.

ALAN:
I wish we had some popcorn

or lemonade or something for you,

but we're kind of a low-budget production.

Come on, honey, smile. You know

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