The Outing

Hi.

Are you sure about all this, Harley?

Andy and I delivered her groceries

long enough to know.

Lots of money, huh?

Filthy.

Filthy with it.

So how we gonna get in?

Little Jimmy here.

Lots of cash, right?

Piles of it.

Let's go get it.

Here.

Might have a need for this.

No, no.

Here, here.

Open it.

I'll get it.

Here, come on.

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

Sh*t!

Damn bird.

Come on.

Why does she keep all the lights on?

I told you, Faylene,

lots of money, piles of it.

Whoo-wee, look at these.

Sh*t.

I bet she's got it stashed up there.

Maybe.

Come on.

We'll have us a look-see.

Someone is in there.

Help me up.

Hey,

what you doing up there?

Quiet, quiet!

We're way too close.

Harley!

You got the grace

of a damn walrus, Faylene.

You shouldn't be in this house.

It don't matter none, Harley.

We're gonna have to wake her up to

find out where the money is anyhow.

What do you want?

- You know we do.

You got a point there.

Yeah, she got a point there, Harley.

What do you want here?

She's got a point, there.

Where's the money?

You don't show me where it is,

I'm gonna take this ax

and trash this place!

Must get out!

Tell him.

You tell him.

Come on.

Tell him where it is!

Where you hid the money?

Where you hid the money?

I ain't got time to waste with you,

old hag!

- Better tell him, witch.

- Where is the money?!

Woman".

Don't hurt me.

I'm gonna chop your place up,

tell me where the money is!

Tell him! Tell him!

Where do you think you're going?

I'm gonna take care of you, old witch!

You old witch!

I'll look for myself. Get out of the way!

Get out of the way!

Money gotta be here somewhere.

I'll ax this place till I find the money!

You gonna help me

or you just gonna stand there, a**hole!

I knew it!

I knew it, you old witch!

Get it!

I found it!

I found it!

- Open it up, Harley!

I knew it, you old hag!

Can't get this freaking thing out of here.

Let me try.

Pull.

- Why don't you rub it?

- Huh?

"Huh?"

That's the way they always do it, Harley.

Rub it.

Maybe old Harley ain't got nothing

to rub, Faylene.

Why don't you just get

the sh*t out of here?

Go on and see

if you can find anything else.

I'll try and get this thing open.

And we'll get out of here.

Sure is old.

I wonder if it's any good.

No.

It's not,

but we got enough here for a party.

F***in' Faylene.

Gimme that!

Gimme that!

It's mine.

Damn, come on out here.

There's a pool out here.

" Ooh!

Mmm!

Come in.

No, it's too cold.

No, it ain't.

Come on in.

Well...

Couldn't be because

you're horny, could it?

You like this, don't you?

Ooh, baby!

You're saying it wasn't until then?

He was right there in the pool

when I came to read the meter.

It was really a mess.

Be careful.

Phew,

smells like he's been dead a week.

Okay, let's load him in.

Finished?

Well, we got him all chalked off anyway.

Jeez, look at this stuff.

You think the old lady did it herself

or had somebody do it for her?

Place is a mess.

What do you think

happened here anyway?

Your guess is as good as mine.

The stink in here awful.

You got that right.

Hmm.

Funny looking thing.

We ain't never had nothing like this

happen in Seabrook before.

Place gives me the willies.

Ain't it time for lunch yet?

Oh, for heaven's sake.

You hungry again?

What did you do

with the sandwich I gave you?

You didn't give me anything.

You ate it.

All right, let's go.

Barbecue or chicken?

Doesn't matter to me.

Joe,

we'll see you down at the station.

We're going out for chicken.

I don't like chicken.

Why don't we go out for pizza?

Wanna take my car or yours?

It doesn't matter.

- Thanks, doc.

- Thank you.

Let's see what we have.

Look at this, Theo.

This could be valuable.

Let's shoot it.

Okay, right there.

Okay, rotate it.

Again.

Once more.

And once more.

Ah, hi.

Hey, sweetheart.

What a day.

Alex,

I gave you money for decent food.

- Why can't you get it?

- Oh, come on, daddy.

I mean it.

Thatjunk you keep pumping into

your stomach is ruining your body.

Well, it's my body,

and it doesn't exactly

look ruined to me.

- Me neither.

- See?

Yeah, well,

I'm responsible for it.

Responsible?

When, dad?

I mean, I can't go to school

and cook all the time

- and do all that other stuff--

- I've gotta to make a living.

You're old enough.

I can't be everywhere at the same time.

That's what it always comes down to

for you, doesn't it?

Money and this damn museum.

Now, now, you two --

It's this damn museum

that gets you those Guess jeans

you have to have all the time

and puts a roof over your head.

That's all it does.

I mean, it doesn't give me

a home life.

Or a father.

You know, since mom's been gone,

you're hardly ever home anymore.

And all I ever hear from you

are criticisms or directions.

Yeah, well, you need both.

You don't even really care.

I mean, it's like I might as well

not even have a dad.

It's like you were gone, too, or dead.

Sometimes, I even you wish you were.

I'm really sorry, dad.

I didn't mean what I said.

I'm sorry too, sweetheart.

You're right, I--

- No, daddy, you're the one that's right.

- No, you're right.

I haven't been much of a dad lately.

I let the work become too important.

Come on, let's throw this yuck away

and go out to dinner, okay?

Okay, great, dad.

Now that you two

have kissed and made up,

do you mind if I go back to work?

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