Lucky Them Page #4

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keep talking to me, can I?

Okay. I didn't know

you had a son.

Ha ha. Very funny.

Back to work.

I don't even get, like, a

blurb?

I don't even get, like, a little

side blurb, like, the blurb

underneath the blurb?

What do you want me to do?

I don't know.

Apologize, maybe.

Okay. Okay.

I'm sorry. I really am sorry.

Well, apology accepted...

Hesitantly.

Do you want to go out

sometime?

Hey, look, if you're not gonna write

the story, we might as well, right?

What? No.

Yeah.

Listen, whatever you

think is gonna happen...

Yeah?

...is not gonna happen.

No? So, you're gonna crush my dreams and

then you're not gonna give me a date?

Oh, you seem fine to me.

I'm not fine.

I'm broken.

So... who's, uh...

Who's the looker?

That is not intern-level intel...

Sir.

He says that's Matthew.

Could be anybody.

He's in Washington... Hobart, I

guess.

He wants 1,000 bucks.

Oh, I know. I know.

I know we don't do that, so...

don't do what?

Hmm? Pay for sources.

Pay for sources? What are we?

The national enquirer?

The national enquirer?

We don't pay for sources.

We don't pay for sources.

I can't believe you'd

actually make...

That kind of suggestion.

I could get fired.

Uh... he wants cash.

Yeah, yeah

Oh, yeah

Oh, yeah

Hey, there she goes the

girl who don't wanna talk to me

But that's okay

Just gonna annoy you

till you make out with me

Yeah, till you

make out with me

You know you want to

Just make out with me

Baby, just make

out with me-e-e

So, listen, I've been doing a

lot of serious thinking, and,

uh, all joking aside, I-I think

I'm willing to give you a second

chance.

Clearly, all those years of

playing music have left you with

a serious hearing problem.

Come on. What is it?

Is it me? Is it my music?

Is my face funny-looking?

I mean, what? Give me something.

Nope. Yeah.

I don't know.

"No, yes, I don't know."

What? I didn't get any of that.

Musicians, I mean, men...

Toxic to me, and you're both, so it's...

it's... it's not

personal.

It's not personal.

How can you say

that's not personal?

Sh*t.

Hey.

I need your help.

Shoot.

I need you to come with me

tomorrow morning to interview

this guy who says he knows where

Matthew is.

I can't.

I got groundwater thing.

Oh, come on.

Don't make me go alone.

And Angela's finally going with

me, and you know she hates

my "causes."

Hello? Excuse me.

Yes. I see you. Yeah.

Oh, no! F***!

Sh*t!

I promise it's gonna be fine.

No, I am gonna get fired

or... f***ing sued or both.

Giles isn't gonna

do that to you.

He already basically said

that I'm irrelevant.

Ellie, please call and

get it over with.

Oh, yes, and in other news...

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