Against All Odds Page #6

and lay in the sun.

Have a good season, Hank.

I'm on my own.

Keep away from Wise, damn it!

Jessie?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry!

Jessie?

You're Jessie Wyler, aren't you?

I'm Terry Brogan.

I played ball for the Outlaws.

The Outlaws don't interest me.

I'm not playing this season.

There's not much going on here.

Where can I go to have a good time?

The ferry leaves every morning.

Can I buy you a drink or something?

How about a taco, huh?

I guess you can have anybody do that

for you in L.A., huh?

- What's that?

- A football player...

...buy you a couple tacos and a beer.

There are a lot better

things to do. Even in L.A.

What don't you like?

Football players...

...tacos or beer?

I like tacos and I like beer.

I should take the ferry, huh?

I figure if I keep talking,

you won't disappear.

Bye!

You sure about that?

Hey, Jake. How's it going?

No, nothing yet.

I didn't expect to have signs

telling me where she is.

Maybe I'll be outside

having a drink...

...I'll look and out of nowhere

she'll be buying some fruit.

I'll call you in a few days.

All right.

See you. Bye.

Pretty slick, Roberto.

Okay, senor. Cerveza, no glass.

I've been hanging out here a lot, huh?

Some hangout.

Damn it!

Where's that boat going?

Tulum.

- When's the next ferry?

- Six hours.

Sh*t!

Should I be afraid of you?

I don't know.

It's beautiful, huh?

If this were L.A., my stepfather

would've bought it.

Torn it up and built condominiums.

Here, the land intimidates them.

They leave it in peace.

Some spot.

It's nothing like the great

Maya cities of the Yucatan.

Chichen Itza.

Should have hidden there.

Is that what you're doing?

Hiding?

Yep.

From you, right?

What do you mean?

Jake sent you.

Maybe your mother did.

I wouldn't know which one

had more to threaten you with.

You wanna know the truth?

I came for the hell of it.

I wanted to get out of L.A.

A Caribbean island didn't sound too bad.

Only trouble is, now I'm here

I find myself...

...in the middle of something

I've no feeling for.

Well, you're not doing this for free.

You're getting paid well,

aren't you?

Which one are you working for?

Which one knows you found me?

Nobody knows anything, okay?

Oh, sure!

I figure, f*** them. You know?

F*** you too, lady.

I loved your drawing.

I wanna talk to you.

Talk.

Why should I believe

you won't tell Jake where I am?

There are people who care what you

believe. I don't see them here.

I have a broken shoulder,

both my knees are shot...

...guys are crippling themselves...

...so you can act like a

13-year-old runaway from Bel Air.

I could give a sh*t what you believe.

- How's Sam?

- Who?

My dog.

I don't know.

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