Slam Dance Page #3

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anything missing?

Come on.

OK. Go to the window.

Go to the window!

Turn around.

Close the blinds.

Get down on your knees.

Come on.

You don't have to do this.

l promise you--

Shut up.

She thought you

were so smart.

OK. Let's see how smart you are.

OK? All right.

You got an envelope like this?

Yes? OK, go get it.

Go get it.

Fast! Quick! Come on!

Put it down on the table.

OK, put that inside.

Don't look at it,

just put it inside.

That's very good.

You just forget this.

l'm doing you a big favor here.

Hey! Hey!

What, are you crazy?

Give me the lighter.

You are nuts.

Why can't you say it?

Give me the lighter.

So damn guarded.

Me?

What about you?

l have to be.

Why?

What could be so terrible?

You'll be there?

l said l would.

You'll really be there?

l'll be there.

Daddy.

Am l going high?

Real high, baby.

Come on, let's go

play in the sand!

Let's go play in the sand.

Drood?

You all right?

Yeah.

-Yeah?

-Yeah, l...

-You're sure?

-l'm just off someplace again.

Good.

l talked to Jim this morning.

Yeah?

Yeah.

He said your place

got broken into.

l told him not

to tell you anything.

Come on, he just knew

l'd be concerned...

that's all.

lt was nothing.

What do you mean, it's nothing?

Somebody breaks

into your apartment...

and you're gonna try

and tell me it's nothing now?

What is that?

lt was nothing, really.

They didn't even take anything.

ls that for me?

Yes.

Ketchup only.

Thank you.

l've been thinking about, um...

what we were talking about

the other day.

What?

About us getting back together.

And?

l don't think it's such

a good idea right now.

Yeah.

l don't think anything

has changed with you.

l don't know.

Up you go.

You don't have to

eat all of it.

Just what you can.

Mr. Drood.

l know. That's a new lock.

This is a new lock here.

ls it?

Listen, Mrs. Raines--

l don't have a key for that.

l made you a key.

lf there should be

a fire or something--

F***. l made you this key!

Do you have one for me?

Oh, God.

Tequila.

What?

Shot of tequila.

Five bucks.

l'm a friend of Jim's.

Friend of Jim's?

Yeah.

Five bucks.

Five tequilas, then.

What are you doing?

l'm not doing anything.

l'm doing what you said.

Nothin'.

ls that what l said?

What do you want?

Huh?

She loved you.

Somebody kills her...

and you just blow it off.

lsn't that what you wanted?

You put a f***in' gun

to my head.

ls that what's stopping you?

The gun?

Who do you think you're fooling?

lt ain't the gun that stops us.

We're just chicken sh*t.

See?

The lights are on...

but nobody's home.

Am l right?

Yeah.

Mr. Drood?

There's just the two.

There's this one...

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