Greedy Page #4

That would have been nice.

- What are you going to do?

- Well...

some guys offered to make me a partner

in this new bowling centre.

They offered me 25% interest

for a 10% investment, 'cause I'd run it.

It's a good deal.

- It's great.

- Only I don't have the cash.

- They want 300,000.

- Phew!

So then I thought

maybe I'd be happy teaching.

Yeah?

Only, then you'd always

make more money than me.

Who cares about crap like that?

If you're happy being a teacher,

then that makes me happy.

That's it. That's all there is.

Her name is Molly Richardson.

She's 24 years old. She's English.

She came over here two years ago

as a nanny for a couple named Holcomb.

When Mrs Holcomb eventually fired her,

Mr Holcomb attempted to kill himself.

Oh God.

She bounced from job to job:

bikini model, physical therapist...

- We're dead.

- ..until she started delivering pizzas.

It pays to have skills.

She moved in with Joe about three weeks

ago and she's been there ever since.

As a nurse?

She seems to spend

most of her time swimming.

- In the nude. Here are some pictures.

- What?

- Whoa.

- Oh, my God.

- Are they having sex?

- Grow up. What do you think?

She's going to get everything.

That's the way these old guys are.

Tough as nail biggest son of a b*tch in the world:

she touches his shrivel old noodle

and his brains turn to frozen yoghurt.

You would know.

She'll marry him, screw him six feet

into the ground and get everything.

That's our money, damn it and no English whore b*tches

is gonna screw us out of it.

Are they sleeping together?

Is there proof?

- I need more time.

- They're humping too quick to get pictures?

- Let's get a better detective.

- How do we know you're any good?

She wass good enough to find out you were fired

and that Glen left Muriel.

Listen. My guy knew about Tina's accident

while the car was still spinning.

Yeah? Look at these pictures she got

of Glen and that gym instructor.

Yeah.

That's not me.

It looks like you

and that's all that matters.

- Use your gun!

- Glen, cut it out! Come here. Stop it.

Stop it!

Don't you see what's happening here?

Yeah, you're out of Scotch.

Oh, Tina, go lie down.

We caused this. All the backbiting

and the greed and the detectives.

We've made each other look filthy.

Now it's come home to roost.

Not one of us has the credibility

to convince Uncle Joe that this girl

is just after his money.

It's not our fault! It's his.

Sweet old Uncle Joe.

We were all decent people

till he got his hooks into us.

Except for Frank.

Frank was always a son of a b*tch.

It's true. Uncle Joe does this to us.

He pulls our strings and makes us dance.

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