The Badger Game Page #4

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Yeah.

A true gentleman.

Look, I don't get what the deal

is with this guy anyway.

- Right?

- It's a gift, Kip.

Don't be jealous

'cause you don't have it.

Oh, please.

I got a gift...

See, Liam wouldn't

say something like that.

- Well, f*** Liam.

- I have.

- Showtime.

- Finally.

You're the one

who overdosed him.

He was drunk.

I was never drunk

when you tested it on me.

Maybe... maybe alcohol

adds time or something.

I don't know.

Here. Champagne.

Drink up.

- You guys ready?

- Yeah.

Shelly, you are the rabbit.

Because you're cute and timid

like a shy little bunny.

I thought I was the rabbit.

You? No.

Ha! You're the frog.

Dick.

Don't worry,

the worst part is over.

You guys ready to go?

Ribbit.

Hello, sunshine.

Sorry for all the, uh,

theatrics.

Just an average garage,

but I imagine

under your circumstances,

a little bit like

a torture chamber, no?

What's it they always say?

"They seemed like

such a nice family.

Such a happy family."

But just like,

well, every family

that looks like a

motherfucking greeting card,

you know better

than anybody else.

Bit of a ladies man.

Bit of a natural, huh?

Me, I gotta work at it,

myself, but...

Great resume, too.

Vice president... vice president

of Masters and Higgins.

The ever-growing

advertising company.

Pretty prosperous career,

which I would assume,

without your father-in-law,

wouldn't be true.

Won't be true if pictures like these

happen to wind up in his hands.

Here's the plan, Liam.

Tomorrow morning, 7:00,

I'm gonna hand you two things.

A cell phone

and a bank account number.

You're gonna call your bank

and you're gonna

transfer every dollar

from your savings

into that account.

And if this doesn't go

exactly according to plan,

then your wife, neighbors,

friends, children,

get a bird's-eye view

of who you really are.

We don't want that, do we, Liam?

Tape off.

Ah, f***!

- Who are you?

- Oh, we're bill collectors,

and you're overdue.

Look, I'm going to be

totally honest with you,

you're wasting your time

with this.

My money...

it's all tied up in stocks.

It would take me weeks

to pull it together.

Mm, then you work quick.

Because as of two days ago,

this is the sum total

of what was in

your bank account.

There's no use

lying to us, Liam.

You're tied to

a f***ing chair, man.

You're in the middle of nowhere.

We've been in your trash,

in your car, in your house.

We know who you are.

You've been in my house?

Oh, stop it.

Your wife and children

weren't home.

Look...

you want me to make

a reasonable withdrawal,

we can drive down to my bank...

Liam, you're not listening.

Do you see any lawyers present?

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