Reach Me Page #2

- The weed helps me focus.

- What happens if a little piggy squeals by?

Well, I could dust 'em.

Where did you get this guy?

- What kind of gun is that, man?

- I had this special made, man.

You can't miss.

You just point and shoot.

- Hey, let me see that.

- Are your hands clean?

- Oh, give me the gun. Jesus.

- All right.

Oh, that's nice.

Let me use this, just for this job.

Man, I told you, I had that

special made just for me.

Do you want to do this job or not?

All right, car running. Let's do it.

Oh, Baba, it's Tonys. That's what

they give for the plays, Tonys.

Yeah.

Drop 'em!

Damn!

- You bastard!

- Drop 'em!

Nice work.

- You all right, captain?

- Yeah, I'm good.

- You all right?

- Yeah, I'm all right.

We shared that one.

- You know that, right?

- Get out of here.

Get out of here. I don't

want your face on the news.

All right, hey, there's some

oregano joints in the car

- if you want to get crazy.

- Get out of here.

Do I want to hear a political joke?

No, 'cause the trouble with political

jokes is they usually get elected.

Please.

So why would I hold breaking news

of your peccadillo, senator?

Right, I know. It's humiliating.

I guess we all live with humiliation.

My prized muckraker dresses like

he just fell out of the hamper,

and I think he's looking for a raise

'cause he can't afford a razor.

Got something for you.

Well, listen, if you want me to

keep your indiscretion quiet,

you got to give me more than

two senators switching sides.

- The story's bigger than that.

- Right.

And I'm not going to anybody else.

- Nobody loves a favor more than me.

- It'll be yours exclusively.

But it better have veracity,

truthfulness, and authenticity.

If you can bring that, you call

me back. If you can't, forget it.

- All right.

- All right, bye.

These guys get elected.

This is obviously a pseudonym.

- Yeah, I'd say so.

- So why's he anonymous?

I don't trust anonymous people.

Something stinks here.

Gerald, look. There's wars

breaking out all over the world.

There's massive unemployment,

global warming.

I need to write about something

with some sort of substance.

- Please, my brain is atrophying.

- Yeah, we don't want that.

Could we chat out on the patio?

When are you gonna stop being

a slave to your addiction?

Really, it's a disgusting

and repulsive habit,

and that's why you don't have a girlfriend.

What woman wants to kiss an ash tray?

Now, look around, women are

fine-tuned instruments. Like a lute.

Man, you, me, we're like

blunt instruments,

and we get where we want by smashing

through things with sheer will.

Women? They use sheer skill. That's why

we're never gonna meet in the middle.

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