The Do-Over Page #4

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of making me forget all my...

Hey.

What's...

Hey, Mr. Sleepyhead.

What's going on?

Why am...

Why am I tied up?

I didn't want you to freak out

when you came to.

You think tying me to a bed's

not gonna freak me out?

- Where the hell am I?

- You're in a motel.

You were snoring your balls off

for, like, 24 hours straight.

Wait, what? What?

Yeah, I guess I went

a little heavy on the roofies.

You roofied me?

Max, please let me go.

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Not a problem, buddy.

Let me get you out of there.

I got you in a half hitch.

You know who taught me that knot?

Your father,

when we went fishing that day.

Your equilibrium's gonna be way off

'cause of the drugs.

So just kind of take it easy

- when I get you free, okay?

- Uh-huh.

There you go.

I'm gonna f***ing kill you!

- Charlie, I told you.

- Oh, God.

Come here.

Just do it, serial killer.

Kill me, get it over with!

I'm not gonna kill you.

What the f*** are you talking about?

Sit down.

You know why I'm not gonna kill you?

Because you're already dead.

- What?

- I did it, Charlie.

I pulled off the greatest magic act

of all time.

I made us disappear.

Wait, you did what?

I faked our deaths.

Charlie, look at this.

I maxed out all my credit cards'

cash advances.

$62,000!

Dead people don't have to pay their bills.

So Amex can blow me.

And you wanted a passport.

Huh?

Where the f*** is it?

Oh!

You are officially now

Dr. Ronald P. Fishman, world traveler.

- You were sleeping.

- I don't wanna be Dr. Ronald P. Fishman.

Well, you can't be Butch Ryder,

'cause I already put my picture

on this one, so, you snooze, you lose.

Max, why are you doing this?

So you could start from scratch.

Get a brand new life.

I made your wish come true.

That night... I was stoned!

I didn't know what I was saying!

Where's Dr. Fishman?

At the bottom of the ocean...

with Butch Ryder.

Jesus Christ,

how many people did you kill?

I didn't kill anybody.

I just borrowed two dead bodies.

Charlie, calm down.

You have a right to be mad,

'cause I did lie to you.

I'm not in the FBI.

I made that up 'cause I was embarrassed

of where my life turned out.

I am a coroner.

At the city morgue.

Mr. Falcone was right!

I stack bodies for a living.

Just like he uncannily predicted.

I can't believe this.

Hey, we both needed a fresh start.

And when these two

age-appropriate bodies rolled in...

no one claimed them for a week,

I... fake-cremated them.

And I put 'em on ice.

This is exactly why I had to stop

hanging out with you, Max.

It's coming back to me.

You're crazy.

This is too much. It's too much.

I can't do it. I can't.

Hey, you have to do this,

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