Moment by Moment Page #4

---

I think you should

put on a sweater.

Well, I'd like to, but... But my backpack

got swiped. Do you believe that?

I'd like to get my hands on the

creep-geek who stole it too. Sh*t.

Excuse my language.

It was just a backpack.

Just a backpack?

Look, what if someone

were to go into your home

and clean you out,

lock, stock and barrel?

How would you feel

about that?

Or perhaps it's different

in this case

because you... You...

You probably got, uh, two homes, right?

I got one backpack.

I had one backpack.

Hey, but you know what?

Maybe whoever stole it needed it more

than I did. That's a possibility.

Did you ever think of that?

Strip. Strip!

Wait a minute.

I want you to drink this.

You might be

catching cold.

And here.

Put this on.

Tonight, why don't you sleep

in your car? You'll be warmer.

You can have

this blanket.

Hmm.

I wonder if

you have a fever.

Maybe I should sleep

inside tonight.

You know,

where it'd be warmer.

No.

I should've known.

Just when I think

I should trust you.

Well, you know why

you don't trust me?

'Cause you're naturally

suspicious, that's why.

I never met a rich person

who wasn't.

I mean, like before. I wasn't gonna

take your radio or do anything to you.

I mean, really.

I got my doubts

about you too, lady.

I tell you that.

I certainly do.

Hi.

Are you a member

of the Automobile Club?

Do I look like I'm a member

of the Automobile Club?

It's not even my car.

It's Gregg's.

I was gonna sell it

to help raise bail,

but now... Geez.

Who'd want it?

Look, I can call AAA,

and they can pick the car up and fix it.

I'm sorry about

yesterday.

You're right. I am suspicious.

Of everything.

You sure are.

Look, will you stop following me?

No.

Well, what do you want?

I want you to come and have lunch

with me while they fix your car.

No.

Come on.

Get in.

You talked me into it.

How old are you?

What are you

having for lunch?

Salade Nicoise.

What's that?

Do you like it?

Mmm.

Is that tuna?

Yes, it's tuna.

Mmm, thank you.

You know your friend...

What's his name?

Gregg. You must be

worried about him.

Yeah. Yes, I am.

Did you... Here.

Here's a picture of him.

Mmm. He looks

like he's nice.

Oh, yeah. He's the

smartest man I know.

Before, you said

you had to sell his car.

You see,

the judge set the bail at 5,000 bucks.

It should only be 1,000.

Which means that they're probably

holding him for questioning.

'Cause they figure, you know, he...

He knows something... Which he does.

So what are you going to do?

Well, I need to get a lawyer to

get a writ of habeas corpus.

The only problem is that

the only lawyer I know, I...

I think he's in trouble

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes