The Confirmation Page #3

Mom says you don't really work.

Well, your mom is...

mistaken.

Wait here.

I won't be long.

- Hey.

- Hey.

Is there someone called

Guy Bishop here?

Yeah, good one.

He's the old guy.

Right over there, as usual.

(panting)

Let me think.

Do you know Vaughn Bennett?

Barely.

I worked a job with him once.

You think he stole them?

(chuckles) No.

He knows

all the guys around here,

and they listen to him.

If Vaughn puts out the word...

you'll get your tools back.

What are you doing?

Why were you out of the pickup?

I was just...

standing out there.

Hi.

Anthony:

Oh. Hi.

Hey. Is your dad here?

(footsteps)

Hey.

How's it going?

This your boy?

Yeah, this is Anthony.

Can we talk?

Sure.

Come on inside.

Allen...

take Anthony out back and play.

Hi, Linda.

This is Anthony.

Hi.

Hi.

- (girls giggling)

- That's my girlfriend.

I want to show you something.

So they only took

the specialty tools?

They knew what they wanted.

There's only a handful

of guys in this town

who know how to use those

or know their value.

Yeah, that makes sense.

Hell, yes, it makes sense.

Any idea where this happened?

Well, it could have been

The Signal.

Or anywhere.

The Signal?

I never go to that place.

Too much water in the sauce.

(chuckles)

You know Drake?

Lives in that RV thing

in back of that shop place

on that street right off Meeker.

Off Meeker?

Absolutely.

Hell, yes, you know it.

Well, he's your best shot

at this.

Drake knows everything

that's going down in this town.

Scary as hell,

but he's whip-smart.

A good guy.

I'll let him know you're coming.

In the meantime,

I'll put out

some feelers myself.

Allen. What are you doing?

Playing with crickets.

Hey!

What's the matter?

You feel bad for it?

No.

Then you kill one.

Allen:

Leave him alone!

He can't kill a cricket.

I don't need to.

Well, I think you'd better.

He's crying over an insect!

Look. Sorry.

Tell you what.

You can shoot my gun

to make up for it.

I got a rabbit

you can shoot in the shed.

It'll be fun.

I don't want to shoot a rabbit.

If you don't

want to get beat up,

you'll shoot the rabbit.

Knock it off, Mike!

Seriously.

Put it down, you little sh*t!

It's actually loaded!

You don't know

what you're playing with!

Don't point that at me!

Cut it out, you nut!

Put it down, you little a**hole!

What the hell

is going on out here?

Little sh*t pulled a gun on me!

Isn't this your gun?

I was gonna let him use it,

but then he pointed it at me.

How many times

do I have to tell you guys

that these guns I give you

are not playthings?

I have a mind

to take 'em all away

until you grow up.

Get your ass in the house.

Unload this

and put it away. Now.

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