Eye of the Beholder Page #4

Well, that's my flight, Charlotte.

Thanks again.

It's my flight too.

- Oh.|- May I giveyou a hand?

You want to help me?

What's the procedure?

Verywell.|I takeyour arm and you lead.

Your heart is beating so fast.|Why is that?

Oh, I was a little nervous...

that someone might|show up at the airport.

Oh, don't worry.|On the arms ofa blind man...

is the safest place for|a beautiful woman to be.

Sir, sir!|You forgot this!

The eye which is reflected|to the external world...

is also the mirror|to the soul within.

- Ident.|- Beautyis in the eye ofthebeholder.

Where the hell haveyou been?|You go shitting through a tea towel.

- You'vegot tospeak to theboss.|- Stall for me.

Look, tell him Paul Hugo now goes|under the name of Barry Grible.

He spent a week in Montreal, and then|he went to Seattle with a girl.

He's on his way to Rome now. I'm on him,|but the plane's about to board.

I'm gonna send you a sample, Hil.

I wantyou torun|a fulIDNA testonitforme.

- It'sapubichair.|- Not until you tell me what's going on.

Nothing'sgoingon.|I'm close, that'sall.

Don't do this. I'm not putting|my ass on the line again.

Look, this is not about the kid.|Hilary, look, this is legit.

Hil. Hilary.

- You son ofa b*tch.|- That's my girl.

So I'll send this toyou today.|It should reach you byThursday.

I have to go, Hil.

Well, well, whatis this?

Mr. Leonard.

I tell you, it wasn't me.|I don't know whatyou're talking about.

Even so, it's lovely.|Step.

Here, let me feel it.

- Is thatit?lt'samere trinket.|- It's verysweet.

- Ihaveamuchbiggersurprise foryou.|- Oh, my.

An oldfriendpassedaway|leavingme with this eyesore...

andl'vebeenscratching myhead|wondering what to do withit.

Andwhatdoyou|intendto do withit?

Doyou want tobean|amateurallyourlife?

Whatcan lsay?|It's fantastic.

So do we consider|ourselvespartners?

Ifyouinsist.

Like I said, ifyou like her so much,|why don'tyou talk to her?

- I don't talk to anyone.|- You talk to me.

- You're not real.|- Oops. Time.

He loves her...

and he's going to|take her away from you.

Not ifshe does him in fiirst.

You'rejealous, Daddy.

And you're not!

Ihereby declare Charlotte's den|ofastrologyandnumerology...

offiicially open.

- Did I get it, darling?|- It was perfect.

Okay, this isit. This is thelast|lcan do. Thenyoufiile thereport.

Soitlooks likeyour|sweetlittlehair came through.

- What?|- The DNA test.

She'sgotarecord.

- When did this come through?|- Yesterday.

- Yesterday?|- Hey, I'm on the line as it is.

- So cut the crap.|- I'msorry.

Just pipe this one through.

I'll wrap it up and oweyou my life.|Just nameyour price.

That'smore likeit.|Thankyou.

Okay, sohere comes.

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