Revenge for Jolly! Page #4

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Bobby?

A couple of guys out here.

What?

They're asking

about Bachmeier.

What'd they want to

see Bachmeier for?

I don't know.

I don't know who these guys are.

They won't leave.

I'm trying to fix

my VCR, I don't...

Could you just come

out here and deal with it?

Fine. I will.

Bobby will be right with you.

This says that there's, um,

there's a particular gene variant that's

linked to those who resist marriage.

You believe that?

That makes sense.

Hey. Bobby Fidazzo.

Look, I don't know who you

guys are or what you're doing,

but there is no

Bachmeier here.

So, unless you

have a legal matter

that you would like

to discuss with either myself,

my brother, Danny,

or Mr. Eichelberger,

I suggest you f***ing get the

f*** out of here, all right?

Door's that way!

You know the guy.

Just tell us

where he is, Booby.

I'm sorry, I...

I thought I just heard you

refer to me as Booby.

Am I correct in thinking that?

No.

Yeah, what is it?

We got

a code blue over here.

I was about to brush my hair.

I know.

I've just got Olive Oyl

and Pablo Escobar out here.

Yeah, they look like a**holes.

Right?

Smell like a**holes.

Give me a second.

You guys want some ice cream?

Sure.

Yeah?

When we were kids,

summertime,

the ice cream truck used to park

up the street from our house

every night after supper.

Every night except Sunday.

Yeah.

I used to beg my mom to

let me get some ice cream.

I said, "Mommy, let me get...

Let me get a Bomb Pop,

"let me get a creamsicle, let

me get a little cone maybe. "

She always said no.

She didn't like

to let us have sweets.

Said it could rot our teeth,

we could get cavities.

Plus the infection.

She said

that it could get inside

our brains.

What is the point

with the ice cream?

You cannot have any.

I don't get that.

You don't get it?

There's no ice cream here.

This is a law firm.

No, that's not... Ah, God.

F*** it.

Forget it. Just go.

Get the f*** outta here!

Go!

You're not leaving.

All right.

You

boys should really go now.

Come on.

Come on, come on.

Come on. Come on.

What do

you two scumbags want?

You guys ever look at these?

The, uh, women's magazines?

Cause they...

I don't know, I think...

They just...

They get it right.

They're on to us.

Look at this.

Look at that.

Look at number two.

Ah, f***!

My hand.

Uh-huh.

Today...

Today's been a strange day.

We've been to a few places,

talked to a few people.

Now we're here.

We just want Bachmeier.

He killed my dog.

My little baby girl.

And I'm gonna find him

and nothing else matters.

Nothing.

Nobody.

Never heard of him.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Whoa! Oh! Oh!

Harry.

You okay?

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