Once Upon a Time in Venice Page #4

is out there?

Honey, I don't know.

You're gonna be all right.

John buddy Ford, 49 years old...

In dog years and 100 percent

parson Russell terrier.

Man, does Steve love that dog.

Uncle Steve.

Hi, Taylor. What are you

studying?

Chemistry.

Want some help with that?

A.P. Chemistry.

Will you bring buddy back

later tonight?

How about if I bring him back

every night and pick him up...

First thing in the morning,

until you tell me to stop?

Really?

Yeah.

That would be cool.

He gets a little gassy.

I don't mind it.

Come on, buddy, here we go. Come

on, here you go, right out here.

Sorry, no dogs.

Oh no, he's all right.

What does that mean?

That's just something I say when

I try to circumvent the rules.

Sometimes it works.

Mm-mm.

No? All right. Get out, pal.

Large coffee.

You're not in your office.

Lew the Jew.

John whoa, whoa, okay,

I know how that sounds.

It's not offensive, everyone

calls him that.

I mean, he calls himself,

"Lew the Jew."

No, I'm not in my office.

I went by your office.

And you didn't find me there?

Steve, I want to hire you.

John he's a savvy businessman...

And a little miserly...

But not in a Jewish way,

in a normal way.

Girl in the picture...

Hey, hey, Steve...

That's a lot of money for just

a few pictures, you know?

Yeah. Could've cost you a lot

more money.

Why are we arguing?

Let's talk business.

Thank you.

I'll see you later, Lew.

Let's go, buddy.

Some son of a b*tch graffiti

punk has been spray-painting...

The walls of my apartment

buildings.

Well, I could certainly help

you with that.

I know many of the taggers

in the neighborhood...

The only problem is,

you still owe me money.

Aw, Steve, I can't pay you

for that.

You understand, it's the

principle of the thing.

Steve! We're getting the band

back together, bro!

Great!

My man!

Yeah! Taylor swift saved the

music industry!

Who the hell is that?

No clue.

I'll sell you the house back.

My parent's house?

Yeah.

You'll sell it back to me?

At the same price they sold

it to you for?

Come on, Stevie, you're killing

me, man.

I mean, this is silicon beach

now.

You realize what I could get

for that house?

No deal.

Ten percent more.

I can see this is really

important to you, Lew.

What gave it away?

I want it in writing.

You're killin' me. Fine, let's

go. I gotta show it to you.

Holy Christ.

See what I mean?

I like it.

You could see how I might not.

He's really captured

your essence.

Why don't you just

paint over it?

I painted over it four times.

All right, you should have seen

the other sh*t...

It was filthier than this.

I can't imagine anything

filthier than this.

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