Out on a Limb Page #5

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and mysterious hang ups. You don't know what it's

like to answer the phone and hear that

awful click again and again.

Click, click, click. Honey, I got some

business in town... Monkey business. Hello, Bill. How nice

to see you again. Hi, Peter. Listen,

I need to talk to you when you get

a chance, please. It's about Marci. Sure, sure, I see.

I'll try and make myself

available sometime. Hello? You found it?

Where? Excellent. Don't touch anything.

I'll be right there. MARCI:

Meanwhile, Bill found

his car, but not his walle. And the Buzzsaw police

were no help. In fact,

they were kind of weird. My wallet's gone. Right. Now you say

she kidnapped you? Kidnapped you and then

she took your car? You got to help me.

I got to get

that wallet back. See, the problem

here is that Sheriff Hawks

and Deputy Logan went

away for the weekend to Eureka for

the California State

Sheriff's Day Parade. And, see, I was hired

originally part-time just to do some

filing and light typing. Larry here...

It's my first day. It's his first day

as deputy, you see. And we said we would fill in

until they got back, but nobody said there

would be a kidnapping. I haven't even

been trained yet. BILL: You don't understand

how important this is. There's a caretaker's

phone number in the wallet. If I don't call him

by Friday, I've blown

a $140 million deal. Can you describe

the caretaker? What's with this town?

Is there somethin'

in the water? Not that I

know of, sir. Nobody said anything

about the water to us

except you just now. MAN: Sir? You need

a new oil pan. I jerry-rigged

a patch, but, uh... Okay, what are

you telling me? Just that we'll try, sir.

Definitely try. But that we are not

equipped to deal with

anything dangerous you know, like

a real crime or

anything like that. (GUN C*CKS) Hello, Matty. Well, Mayor Van Der Haven.

That's a funny name. Dutch? Yes, as a matter

of fact it is. So, I guess you'll

be needing a little

traveling money. Yeah, $150,000. That's $10,000

for every year I spent

in prison for you, you son-of-a-b*tch! MARCI: There was a witness

to this family reunion. Sally, who was trying to fd

her way through the woods and who was about toe

totally grossed out. Now there's no need

for threats, Matt. Just hold it right there. Oh, come, come, come, Matt.

I'm not like you. I don't carry a gun. I'm the mayor of Buzzsaw,

for Christ's sake. (GUNSHOTS) You always were

a liar and a cheat! No wonder you became

a politician! And a good one. PETER: Matt? Matt, now take it easy. A**hole! Matty, Matty, Matty. Don't be childish. Stay away from me! PETER:

You remember when Mom said

we'd kill each other someday? (CHUCKLES) She was right! Stay where you are! Ugh. Jenny, any luck

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