Life of Crime Page #2

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they in California

'cause he got a

postcard from Disneyland.

Jesus.

He so dumb, it's adorable.

- That's her?

- That's her.

Hmm.

I was expecting someone older.

Oh, that's her.

That's the one we want.

That's Mickey.

Why'd they have to choose

us for this stupid article?

Because you won that day.

It's mostly about you.

"Children's games

become their career."

"Proud mother

Margaret 'Mickey' Dawson

"watches her son

Bo smash a volley."

Bo, why don't we

focus on today's game?

You didn't wake me up.

I didn't know you were playing today.

You didn't say anything.

I never play tennis on Sundays, huh?

Well...

Why would I play tennis on Sundays?

I'm just...

Hey, Bo, what do

I do every Sunday?

Tennis. Play tennis.

Okay.

Why do I have to wake up

to that neighbor's dog?

How many times have we told him?

"Keep it locked up."

Hey, Frank, your

name's in the paper.

For the Club Championship?

No, it's actually

about the kids.

You know, the

kids playing tennis?

Oh, oh, look at that!

It's the two of you there.

Yeah.

That's a nice picture of Bo.

You look stressed, honey.

Listen, since I'm, uh, going down

to Freeport the end of the week...

I told you about that, right?

I don't know. You might have.

Yeah, I'm sure I did.

Group of investors coming

all the way from Japan.

Can you believe it?

So, I figured,

why not fly down to South Beach.

Tonight.

With Bo? See your folks.

Get him settled,

then I'll hop on the shuttle to Freeport.

What do you think, Bo?

Sound like fun?

I just don't see why

all of a sudden he has to go.

How many times?

You don't say "he."

You know who I mean.

That's not the point, all right?

He, your father,

will be in Freeport,

and he thought it would be nice

for you guys to fly down together

and spend some quality time.

He'll probably

check out the camp.

You know, he loves

watching you. So...

He loves to tell me what

to do. He doesn't know sh*t.

Well, does he?

Hello. This is the

residence of Ordell Robbie.

What you got?

Okay.

So, the builder man

you sent us out to?

Yeah. Shelby.

Hmm, that's right,

Mr. Ray Shelby.

He told me Frank gonna be gone

all this week starting tomorrow.

Tomorrow? That fast?

I asked him something like,

"Hey, let's make it a party.

Why don't you bring your friend Frank?"

He told me, "Frank? Frank's leaving

town tomorrow with his son."

"We got a party right here, don't we?"

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

You saying that Frank is

leaving town with his son?

Listen, Bo.

What?

When you get back...

Not now, 'cause we don't have enough time,

but... Um...

For what?

A talk.

You know, cut all the baloney

and just tell each other

how we really feel.

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