Herry：l can't believe that thing's still running.
Alex：Yep.
Herry：You look like shit.
Alex：l missed you too.
Herry：Hey, forget about him.
Alex：Condos. Riviera Estates.
Herry：You're joking.
Alex：l don't believe this. l come back after four years and l get this in front of me.
Herry：What?
Alex：My brother thinking he's Frank Lloyd Whatever.
Herry：Oh, come on.
Alex：Dad keeps you hostage in that little myth making factory of his while you haven't built so much as a phone booth or a hamster cage.
Herry：That's funny you say that, actually. l have a hamster cage in mind. A development of them, actually. Prefab, no foundations. What do you think a bout that?
Alex：See, that's what l'm talking about. You have vision. Speaking of which l'd like you to know l bought a house.
Herry：Where?
Alex：On the lake.
Herry：You got a lake house. So you are making some money.
Alex：Well, it's a dump. Been a bandoned for years, but--
Herry：Oh, so you got an a bandoned, haunted lake hou... I guess... yeah, that's as good a reason as any for selling out and joining the flab by-developers guild.
Herry：How a bout this?
Alex：l even got a dog.
Herry：You got a dog?
Alex：He just showed up at the house from out of nowhere.
Herry：What are we doing here?
Alex：l have to deliver a letter. lt should be here. 1620 North Racine.
Herry：But... there's nothing here. Are we meeting someone? Does some body live here? What?
Alex：Yeah. l thought so.
Herry：Should we ring the bell?
