Squatters Page #3

Yeah, yeah! Right on!

Sh*t. Get the lights.

Why did you bring me here?

I had to.

Those guys,

they could've f***ed you up.

You could've left me on the boardwalk

or something.

I could've.

You didn't.

No.

So why?

What, you want me

to spell it out for you?

I can take care of you.

I like taking care of you.

I don't need you to take care of me.

I can take care of myself.

No, Jonas. No, stop. Get off.

I can't.

What the hell?

- Thought you wanted to f***.

- I don't want to f***.

I'm sorry.

I don't know what's wrong with me.

All right, ready? Do it again. Ready?

Great effort. Great job waiting for it.

No splashing Mommy.

It's day one, guys.

We got a whole summer.

Go, go, go! Stephanie, get it! Yeah!

Go!

Not bad. Not bad.

- That was pretty good.

- He didn't get you.

No.

Oh, sh*t.

Hey.

Stay back.

- Who is it?

- I don't know.

Okay.

Hey. Just go along with whatever I say.

- Okay.

- Don't f*** this up.

Hey. Sorry, you scared me.

Yeah, I gotta get into the garage.

Sorry, who are you?

Who am I?

Where's Evelyn?

- They're on vacation.

- We're family.

- Oh, yeah?

- Yeah.

Evelyn's brother's kids.

We're taking care of the house

while they're away.

Yeah, I forgot.

They went to Greece or something.

Yeah. I'm Sarah.

This is my brother, Adam.

- Hi.

- Right on. Terrence.

I work for them. Handyman.

Totally spaced that they were gone.

That's cool.

I guess just wash the cars or whatever

a few days before they get back.

We don't need anything, right?

- Yeah, August, right?

- I think so.

- Can't remember the date.

- It's written down.

- Late August sounds right.

- All right.

Hey, late August, it is.

- See you.

- Take it easy.

- Think that worked?

- Yeah.

But what about the neighbors...

The neighbors haven't seen us yet,

and they're not going to, so relax.

- I need to start unloading this stuff.

- What stuff?

Stuff. The cars, paintings, the jewelry.

That's why we're here.

Okay. There's one ring you can't hock.

It's David's father's ring.

It's the only thing he has

to remember him by.

What's it look like?

It's gold, it's black onyx,

has the initials R.S. on it.

- How do you know all this?

- The videos.

- What videos?

- The home videos.

Okay. I need to go and talk to this guy.

- Just promise me?

- I won't sell this ring. I gotta go.

Okay. I'm just gonna stay here.

Do whatever the hell you want.

- Here you go, man.

- For real?

Yeah.

Holy sh*t!

- What?

- What do you think, huh?

- What? How did you...?

- It's a long, funny story, my friend.

You a cop or some sh*t?

This is some Miami Vice bullshit.

No. Come on, get in.

I wanna talk to you.

Yeah, I'm getting in, brother. Come on.

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