Mojave Moon Page #4

- How about now?

- Alright, OK.

- I guess... I guess this is my lucky day!

- Yeah... guess so.

Yeah... let's see here.

Put your hands up!

Put your hands up, or die!

Oh, man!

- Give me your money!

- Well, I'm doing it, stay calm!

- I don't have any!

- What?

My wallet, I lost my wallet!

- You what?

- My wallet! I don't have it, I'm really sorry!

You! Uh... get the money from the register!

Alright, just take it easy with the firearm.

Shut up!

I'll kill you! I swear!

- Put your hands up!

- Who?

- No problem!

- Down!

I'm doing a T. Look, see?

- Where is it?

- I lost it! I'm really sorry!

- Are you stupid?

- Yes.

How do you lose a wallet?

You probably got important sh*t in there!

Could it be in your car?

Maybe...

Come on now, think.

Where'd you have it last? Remember?

- Hey, what are you doin'?

- He lost his wallet!

- Shoot him!

- Oh, Jesus!

Hey!

Hey!

Where'd you go?

Hey!

Hey, come on out of there!

Come on! Stick your head up again!

Yeah!

Hey!

It's kinda fun, ain't it?

I got it!

Hello!

Hey Al!

Auch! Where the hell you've been?

I've been trying to call you all day,

for Christ's sake! You get my message?

Yeah.

Hey listen, a guy in Opama has got tickets

to the Clippers. Hold on a second, I got another call...

I can't!

Hello? Who? No.

Do I sound like Louise?

Al? Yeah, just some old lady who doesn't know

how to use the phone right.

- So listen, do you wanna go see the Clippers?

- I can't. I got something important to do.

- It can wait!

- No it can't!

Hey, what a [...] babe at Johnie's!

Look, I can't talk now. I gotta go!

Hello?

Who is it?

It's me.

- Can I come in?

- How did you get in the building?

- Through the front door... it's just open.

- That door is supposed to be locked at all times!

You don't look like you're

glad to see me.

Well you know actually... this is not a good time.

Why?

- You got company, hmm?

- No!

Can I come in, please?

It's very important.

Where's your husband?

Did you get married?

I know you're pissed at me.

No, I'm not.

I'm not marrying Kaiser!

You know the best thing...

Give me your number and I'll call you next week.

I left him at the Buffalo Chip.

I told him I was going to my mother's

to pick up some money,

but I was lying.

I just drove around all night, thinking.

Thinking what?

Thinking...

...that Kaiser is a jerk. That I would

rather be right here... with you.

Well, thank you. Thank you. That's very, very flattering.

But I think you should go back to him.

And get married.

Honey, what's wrong?

What's wrong?

I'm sorry if I got you pissed at me.

Nothing. Nothing's wrong.

Everything's fine.

You're mad at me.

No, I'm not.

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