The Adventures of Beatle Page #4

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warm now, right, Beatle?

I don't know.

- You know what I think, Beatle?

- What?

I think you were sweet on Athena.

[UP-TEMPO SONG IN BACKGROUND]

So, uh, how much do you charge?

- Depends.

- On what?

On what you're looking for.

I give a discount for child molesters,

wife beaters, the occasional pimp.

Also, you have to factor in travel,

method of execution, risk...

yada, yada, yada.

- What about me?

- What about you?

How much for you to kill me?

- You ever mess with a kid?

- No.

This should answer

any questions you might have.

You put this in writing?

Yeah, how else are you going to know

what you get yourself in to?

What if you get caught?

Are you afraid they'll find this?

Well, if I get caught then it

won't really matter will it?

So, Athena Glendon.

Any relation to the multi-billion

software company, Glendon?

Barton Glendon is my father.

He disowned me years ago.

- Is that why you want to die?

- No.

So why do you want to die then?

It's really none of your business, is it?

[CHUCKLES]

Well, now my curiosity is peaked.

- Aw, I'm so sorry about your...

- Okay, ladies, what's it gonna be?

How's the eggs Florentine here?

You gotta death wish?

Uh, I guess I'll have one of these then.

One of what, hon?

The little eggy deally here.

We've got umpteen egg dishes here,

sweetheart, which one do you want?

This one.

I left my glasses in my other apron.

The egg-stra me-egga

Del-egg-table spec-egg-tacular.

- And you?

- Um, nothing thank you.

Eggs Florentine would be

a hell of a lot cheaper than me.

Uh, probably, but I can't afford it.

So now are you planning on

paying for me then?

Well, I have a life insurance policy.

It's the one thing my parents

didn't take away from me.

So, I figure I'd change it,

make you the beneficiary.

More than cover your fee.

You just have this

all figured out don't you?

I need a place to stay

while I work out the details.

As soon as, uh, Kyle wakes up

from the coma, you put him in,

he's gonna come looking for me.

- And?

- He'll kill me.

[CHUCKLES]

Well, it seems you'd be saving us

both a whole lot of trouble then

if you just went home

and got knocked out for free.

Not like that, not by him.

What difference does it make who does it?

You serious?

Yeah, I mean, who cares as long as

the job gets done?

- I do.

- And I'm asking you why?

Because I hate him.

And I don't want my last moments

on this earth to be spent

anywhere near him, I just...

I can't think of

a worse tragedy than that.

And what makes you think that

spending your last moments with me

is going to be any better?

I like you.

Randy, I'm really confused.

Detective Hult.

What's this first degree murder charge

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