The Forger Page #4

is here to see you.

Hi, Ms. Cole.

Oh, yes,

Im here about Joshua mason.

- We spoke on the phone.

- Great. Well, have a seat.

- Oh, thank you.

- Yeah.

No, I was just... you know,

Wanted to make sure

that he was all right.

Well, Ive got him

in a wonderful home.

- He's in great hands.

- Uh-Huh.

- Yeah.

- Good.

Oh... what a wonderful piece.

- You have an interest in art?

- Oh, well, a little bit.

But Ive always

loved children's art.

It doesn't matter who they are or

what they've seen, they use it all.

- Wonderful.

- Well...

...let me show you something

else. Look at these.

Oh...

powerful stuff.

- Are these his?

- They are.

Those were taken in the motel room

where his mother abandoned him,

- But Im not allowed to talk about

the details. - Well...

no, I respect your need for privacy.

I'm a private person myself.

But I do have to

tell you one thing.

Keep your eye on Everly.

He's not right for this.

It's too much

for a kid to handle.

He's 15, he has pimples.

I'm not even sure

his voice has broken.

He probably thinks the impressionists

are a heavy metal band.

He's talented, but he's a risk.

We need to find someone else

to do the Winslow Homer

- And dauphine his money now.

- What other choice do I have?

Leeway is dead, Bernie.

He's dead.

He did 20 jobs for us,

but he can't do this one.

Not from the grave.

There's no one to

finish this in time.

Maybe the boy...

- just maybe.

- That's one hell of a maybe.

- He's got talent.

- Some, yes.

Some? Some?

When you've stopped smoking

crack, call me from planet earth.

Did you see what he did?

He finished a half-Completed

Charles Rollo Peters,

Matched his work perfectly.

So how'd you find me?

Well, you know, it's a small town.

- How are things?

- Things are good.

I made up with your brother.

- He was just trying to protect me.

- Yeah. He's cool.

But I do think that

after all my efforts,

That I deserve a kiss.

Whoa!

Slow down!

A kiss for the con man

who punched my brother.

- Yeah.

- Hm...

that sounds reasonable.

It's an idea.

- I have an idea.

- What?

How about you kiss my butt

when I beat you down the beach.

- What do I get if I win?

- Nothing, and you'll like it!

That's not fair!

Whoa!

- Amber!

- I won! Whoa!

I won, I won!

Hey... you dropped this.

I know.

You did that on purpose.

Moi?

Never.

You cheated.

You cheated. That's ridiculous.

I have played with

cheaters before,

But nothing like that.

That's...

big men can admit defeat.

Well, yeah, but I didn't lose.

But you didn't win.

But I got these.

- Give 'em!

- Nope. Nope.

- Give 'em, give 'em!

- Nope.

Give me the keys.

Look at you.

Cute doggy.

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