Wetlands Page #3

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Yeah, we all got some sh*t

going on down here.

Yeah? Really?

Goes with the landscape.

The loneliness.

Melancholy.

Fucks with your moral compass.

Listen to Joyce.

Here comes a fat C-note.

[Informant] This is personal. You

can make it up to me next time.

[Babel]

Fair enough.

You clean?

[Informant]

Squeaky.

[Babel]

Look me in the eye.

OK. Go.

She's a dispatcher

for Coconuts.

Fat dude with

the tropical shirts.

No sh*t.

[Informant] Simple stuff.

Pick up at the docks.

Bus to Atlantic City.

Repeat.

- But?

- [Informant] But?

She's a little thief.

A few baggies here and there,

downscale clientele,

pocket-money stuff.

What's the big deal?

[Informant] The big deal is

he found out in no time.

You sell in f***in'

Cape Atlantic,

what do you expect?

So he takes her

to his basement...

ties her to a dog cage...

keeps her there two days.

I'll spare you the details.

Goddamn.

He's an animal.

- And he skims as well.

- What else?

[Informant]

She hasn't learned her lesson.

She sold to a buddy of mine

in Delaware last week.

Not a bright future

ahead of her.

[lighter clicks]

- I owe ya.

- [Informant, straining] Don't mention it.

There's another boat

coming up in a few days.

Don't be too hard on yourself.

People make choices.

[R&B playing on headset]

[Savannah moaning]

[telephone rings]

Stop. Stop, I said.

[ringing continues]

[Savannah sighs]

Who is this?

[Babel] That's no way

to answer the phone.

We need to talk.

- Listening.

- [Babel] In person.

- Phone is just fine.

- [Babel] I'll see you in ten minutes.

What the hell? You're not

authorized, and you know that.

[Babel] It's important.

I'll see you in ten.

Sh*t.

[hangs up phone]

- Hubby?

- Maniac.

Marry a cop,

that's what you get.

You want me to bounce,

just say it.

I think it's

a perfect time to meet.

I don't know, what would you be,

my stepdaughter?

Amy's tutor?

F*** you, Sav.

I can run.

Been doing it all my life.

I'm good at it.

Tonight I want you to tell me

about the surf shop, all right?

The logo, everything, OK?

But now I need you

to clean up.

'Cause I don't want him to throw

a fit when he sees Amy.

[gulls calling]

[rock music pounding]

- [doorbell jangles]

- [sander whirring]

[hard rock playing]

[sander powers down]

Where is she?

I dressed up

the horses set them loose

Something real deep

and took in every drop...

[door slams]

[man strumming ukulele]

We need to talk.

Guys, this is

my ex-husband.

He used to be the police,

the po-po. Say hi.

Hello, Police.

Come on, get up.

I'm not here on a social visit.

Hey, Babs.

What's it been, a year?

Look, I don't care

about your life.

You like young girls now, fine.

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