The Boy Page #4

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my trunk before I leave.

Boy can't help it.

What would make my life a lot easier

is if you kept some distance.

Lot of responsibility running a motel.

Must he hard to find the time

to be a dad.

Boy's growing like a weed.

Won't be long

before he's bigger than me.

I'll call the garage for you.

Won't be much longer, I bet,

and then I, uh...

I guess you'll be on your way.

You stole my money!

It's called freezing your assets.

- You stole it!

- Tough titty.

I'm keeping it for you.

You're a flight risk.

Hey!

Go put fresh towels in Room 2.

- No!

- You go clean up Roam 2 right now!

What'd you...?

Say it again, Ted. Say it again.

Say it again.

No!

You...

Whit, you there?

Yeah.

Did some more digging

into those plates you ran.

The owner's wife has been

deceased as of two weeks now.

Circumstances of her death

are pretty suspicious.

Go on.

Firefighters picked up a 10-80.

Figured it was an electrical fire.

Nobody home.

They found a body in the kitchen.

Now they're suspecting arson.

Sun there, Whit?

Appreciate that there, Jim.

There's an open investigation.

William Colby is a person of interest,

but there's no solid evidence yet.

Seems like this couple has

a history of insurance claims.

They've been on a watch list

for the past...

Mind if I join you?

Everything all right?

Can't wait to get out

of this place.

I don't know.

You got everything a kid

could ever want right here.

My wife grew up in a place like this.

- You have a wife?

- Had.

Where is she now?

She's the one in the box.

How'd she die?

There was... a fire in our house.

I couldn't get to her in time.

When you leave...

Can you take me with you?

Maybe next time.

You said you'd take me to Florida.

My wife and I wanted a son like you.

Your wife is nothing

but a pile of dirt now.

What did you do with her? Huh?

- Dad!

- What did you do with her?

- Dad!

- Where's the bag?

- Ow!

- Where's the bag?

I don't have it! Ow! Ow!

Listen up, I am not f***ing around!

Where is she?

In the junkyard!

I hid her in the junkyard!

Show me!

Okay.

- Where is she?

- It's back there.

Where in the f***ing back?

Give me the f***ing bag.

Ted...

Do you have any f***ing idea

what I've been through?

Don't do this, Ted.

Ted, give me the bag.

Give me the f***ing hag! Ah!

This final song

goes out to all you

couples out there on due dame floor.

Let's give all you seniors

a night to remember.

But don't forget, when prom 's over,

let's all try to be responsible

and get home safe and sound.

To the graduating class of 1989,

this one's for you.

Take it away, seniors.

Looking in your eyes

I see a paradise

This work! That I've found

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