Top Dead Center V
December 10, 2007
FELLA
What?
MYRAS
It’ll be enough.
FELLA
You don’t even know what the problem is!
MYRAS
I know what my problem is.
FELLA
I get it.
MYRAS
You want me to fix it or don’t you?
FELLA
Please.
MYRAS
Alright then. Let’s have that money.
FELLA
Now?
MYRAS
You keep the seven. You leave me the sixty.
FELLA
And that’ll be enough?
MYRAS
Then you walk back down to the diner, give that seven to Laurine and have her give you a case of beer. Then you bring it back here. Time you get back, I’ll have figured out what’s wrong.
FELLA
Walk down? To the diner? That’s a good two miles!
MYRAS
Two and two tenths. And don’t dick around coming back or the beer will get warm. Now go on fella, for it gets too late.
FELLA
A case of beer.
MYRAS
(clears throat)
FELLA
What?
MYRAS
Keys. Jest toss them.
FELLA
Yeah?
MYRAS
I’ll take that sixty too, fella.
FELLA
Sure.
MYRAS
Just tuck it under the windshield wiper.
FELLA
Right.
MYRAS
Now get on and get back.
(Lights Dim)
