A Glimpse Inside the Mind of Charles Swan III Page #4

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That's crazy. I could never do that.

That's beyond the pale.

I agree.

- Find anything out?

- He got a divorce.

I'm not surprised.

Let me ask you, Kirb.

Can you love someone...?

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Sorry. Thought I heard something.

Never mind.

Can you love someone what?

Can you love someone

and hate them too?

You've heard about the battle

of the sexes, man. This is it.

Look at that.

Are you seeing what I'm seeing?

- Let's take a closer look.

- Mm-hm.

- Is she looking at me or you?

- Howdy, ladies.

I'd say we could both use a bath.

Isn't that weird to get clean

in such dirty water?

Go, go, go!

God damn honey trap.

Sleazy b*tches.

Here!

- You hit?

- Unh.

No, but I think I might have pulled

a muscle.

- You got a gun?

- No, I thought you did.

Sh*t. No gun.

Guess we're gonna have to lasso them.

Stupid lasso.

F***! We're outnumbered.

These women are really on a Warpath.

Well, partner, you can dig a hole

and crawl into it...

or you can face them like a man.

Are you a man?

Of course I am.

Show me.

Just aim and squeeze.

Ivana, can't we just talk?

No.

I'm hit.

- Clean through the heart.

- Savages.

You got any whiskey?

Bite down on this.

All right, this is gonna hurt. Unh.

Oh, God! Heh.

- It shouldn't hurt that much.

- Well, it does.

You can put your gown back on.

The doctor will bring the results.

I'm sorry to bug you here, but I told

Izabelle that I needed to see you.

Everything okay?

Not really.

All right, first I need to get you

to sign this extension.

Okay, that bought you

a few more weeks.

It's that bad?

Uh, yeah.

All right, now, um.

Basically running on fumes.

Now, you're feeling okay, right?

I think so. They're running tests

on my heart. I got these pains, unh.

- Serious?

- Yeah.

All right.

I don't want to bother you now...

but I've got some bills

that I need to review with you.

Okay, there's this one.

Samurai Helmet, 15,000 dollars.

You can't afford that.

I'm gonna return it.

But I have some work coming in.

Maybe coming in.

You just don't have any money.

Can we sell those old coins I bought?

We already did that.

All right, there's another new one

that's, ahem...

All right, ahem,

a tow truck company...

had to rent a crane, ahem...

to remove a car from

a record producer's swimming pool.

What the f*** is that?

Sorry. Can't we do one of those

insurance things with that?

It's just not done, Charlie.

It's just not done.

And after yesterday...

I'm thinking you're incredibly

irresponsible not to have a will.

Hey, hey, it's, heh, not what I need

to hear right now.

You okay? You suddenly

seem a little tense.

No. I'm a mess.

Can we make this about me

for a second?

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