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-No, my-my wife will understand. -Will she?

We're just gonna get what we came for and then get the hell out of here, all right?

And you would be, too, if it weren't for Sandy.

What is she doing here?

Nothing. Get out of here, Caleb.

and, um, that was it.

Do you need a ride to school?

well, I mean, aren't they?

Yeah, I got nothing.

Well, if it isn't the three amigos.

Maybe you're right, and therefore I won't show him.

-But my friends are my family, you know? -I do.

-West Nile or something. -All right. I'll be in my office all day if you need me.

At least now you can get back to your life, right?

What if your suspicions are right? One way or another, she's gone.

-Cohen's going to do his own comic. -He is?

He's sick. He's looking for her.

It's a guesthouse, close to the beach.

Hey. I-I'm sorry to be harassing you, but, you know, time's of the, uh...

-I'll call in and check up on you. -I may not pick up, you know? I'll just be sleeping.

-I hadn't even thought of that. -Sandy, this is a surf shack, not a law office.

-Sure you don't want a beer? -We have to drive back.

-This is my house, my home. -Fine. You know what then, we'll leave.

I-I just thought that if she'd get in touch with anybody, Sandy, it'd be you.

What was that about?

What about her?

Really? Kirsten is?

-I wish I could do that. -Piss your parents off bad enough.

Or what? You're not my father, Cal.