The Disappearance of Eleanor Rigby: Him Page #3

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- Are you f***ing kidding me?

- Hey, come on!

Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

You are gonna pay.

- Conor, Conor, buddy, you all right?

- Get the f*** out!

- F*** you!

- Yeah, f*** you, man!

Nice comeback. Very nice.

Get out of here. You, too.

Get out.

You forget your stupid sunglasses, too?

Fuckhead?

Maybe we should consider

hiring a bouncer.

Can't afford a bouncer.

It's all right.

Cops were good publicity.

Yeah, and there were, like,

40 bystanders out there.

Well, I appreciate the optimism, guys.

Sometimes the worst actions

produce the, uh, best results.

Sometimes they don't, Stu.

Oh, my God, you guys sound

like my grandparents.

Wait, do you want a Advil or something?

No, no, I'm good, thank you.

And you know, you don't have to

keep up the bogus compassion.

- It's all right.

- That's a bit aggressive.

Well, did you not just

see what went down?

- Yeah.

- I'm kind of in a shitty mood.

Oh, well, we're adapting.

You know what,

you guys should go home.

- I got this.

- Sure?

Yeah, you should go.

- You got your stuff?

- Uh, yeah.

- My bag's back there.

- Your bag...

Uh... yep.

- You sure? I'm going...

- All right, let's go.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Have a good night.

- Good night.

- You sure you're all right?

I'm good.

Thanks for being a tough guy.

You have reached a

number that is no longer in service.

- Please check the number...

- Sh*t.

...and try your call again.

Thank you.

Hello?

' Mary?

' Yes?

It's Conor.

Is El there?

Hello... Hello?

Hello?

Hi'-

I thought I could, um...

I thought I could stay here

for a little bit.

Hi, Ralph.

You know where the guest bedroom is.

Yup.

There's towels in the closet

in the hallway.

Not much in the fridge.

Got some Cheerios.

That's fine with me... I can...

I can go get some stuff.

That's easy.

Well, I got to get to the restaurant.

- OK.

- Good night.

Night.

I have no clue where she's going.

She turns off her cell phone,

and like that, she's vanished.

And... does that make sense to you?

- No comment.

- Come on, knock it off.

No, no, you know, whatever...

what do you call it,

I plead the Fifth.

Like, I tried to be helpful,

I pretended,

but it didn't work out,

so I'm not gonna do that.

All right, look, I realize

that I've been a little...

off-balance lately,

but I think with hindsight,

I'm learning to deal

with it better.

A couple of weeks counts

as hindsight?

F***in' A, Stu.

I got nothing for you.

Come on, come on.

Look, I, I'm just asking you

a simple question.

You don't have to candy-coat it

like you're gonna hurt my feelings,

but... did you see this coming?

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