Slam Dance Page #5

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aren't you?

No.

l'm protecting you, Smiley.

Zeta Temp, remember?

Took you to a party, John.

l got you laid.

Hey!

What the f*** are you doing?

Yeah, you. l'm talking to you.

l like...

l don't know why--

You think this is a joke, huh?

l'm sick of it, man.

l want you to leave me

the f*** alone!

Zeta Temporary Office Services.

Yeah, uh...

Do you know a Yolanda Caldwell?

Miss Caldwell is

no longer with us.

l have Miss Schell available.

She was trained

by Miss Caldwell.

She was trained by?

Um, could l make

an appointment with her?

Mr. Charles?

Brought your typewriter

and everything.

Just in case.

Can l get you something?

Some water?

Uh, no, thank you.

You're an artist.

Yeah, listen, uh, miss...

-Miss Schell.

-Miss Schell--

Look. Would you like

to get started?

Uh...yeah.

Yeah, are you sure...

l can't get you something?

Some coffee, tea?

OK, you fix some tea...

and l'll get set up.

Listen, maybe l

just ought--

You're kidding, right?

No.

l ain't Santa Claus.

Wait a second.

-Just relax.

-Wait a second.

Look, do you want

to get it on or not?

Not! Not.

That's Nancy Barron.

What did you say?

-Listen, l don't know nothin'.

-What did you say?

Oh, God.

Nancy what?

Nancy what?

What is her name?

What is her name?

lt's Yolanda.

lt's Yolanda Caldwell.

You said another name.

Nancy something.

Nancy what?

Nancy Barron?

Dad, look!

Hi.

Oh, sh*t.

Helen, this isn't...

what it is.

-What is it?

-Just give me a second.

Would you excuse us,

please. Helen...

She's a model, right?

No. She's a secretary.

-You are unbelievable.

-Helen, l swear to God...

Oh, Jesus!

Helen!

Helen, wait!

-Listen...

-F*** you!

l can explain.

Just slow down,

you'll kill me here.

You're sick, Drood.

You really need help.

Helen, please, l swear to you

it's not what it seems like.

Helen!

Oh, f***!

Mrs. Raines!

Mrs. Raines?

Mrs. Raines!

l need that key back!

Hey. Hey! Hey!

What else did you take

out of the envelope?

What?

What else did you take?

Oh, l don't have any.

You took these things!

What else did you take out

of the envelope? Huh?

-Nothing.

-What else?

Tell me what you saw.

-What did you see?

-Don't hurt me!

-What else did you see?

-Please!

-What else?

-Please, don't hurt me!

Please, don't...

-hurt me.

-Oh, God.

l'm sorry.

What?

l'm sorry. l'm sorry.

l'm sorry.

God!

You the one that

wanted to see Smiley?

Come on.

Hey, Smiley, you

going fishing tomorrow?

No. You got me

for two more weeks.

OK, a toast to Smiley.

Been a hard-nosed cop.

Yay! All right!

Smile!

Come on! Come on!

Move it!

Move!

Helen.

lt's me.

Oh, God!

Let me in.

Look, l don't

want you here.

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