Mr. What

Mr. What, time to go.

Go ahead and step to the gate.

I'll see you inside, Jim.

Hey!

Hey!

- How do you do, Mr. Officer?

Make that detective Smith.

What's your name?

Mr. What.

Yeah mister, what's your name?

That's what I go by.

What do you mean?

- Well, you go by Mr. - Officer sometimes, right?

- Yeah, I get called that sometimes. So?

So I go by Mr. What.

- I want your real name right now.

- You won't understand it if I say it.

Try me.

- Okay. Madiasco kaappoo wuopio.

What?

- That's right. What is much easier.

What nationality is that?

Finn.

Sounds Chinese to me.

- What may be Chinese, but wuopio is Finnish.

In fact, my middle name kaappoo translates

god's messenger.

God's messenger?

I don't see any wings on you.

I think I'll just take you in.

Why?

- Get to the bottom of why you're being so evasive.

I'll tell you what, I want you to write down

your name and address.

Well, I don't live here.

Where do you live?

Jackson.

- What are you doing in tecumseh?

- I hitch-hike here once a month from Jackson.

This time around I'm looking for a place to

stay a little longer.

You running from something?

Not lately.

Mattisku-kapu-wupu...

nice try.

Feel free to call me Mr. What.

You're a pretty weird guy.

Well, that doesn't make you a criminal but...

I know I shouldn't do this but I got a niece

that acts just as weird as you do.

She's got a place over on standish pond for rent.

She could use a renter.

Her name is derlyze Fisher.

It's a good place for peace and quiet.

Here's her card.

Good to know.

Thanks.

Just so you know,

I'll be keeping a close eye on you.

Adios!

Can I bring you anything else?

No, I'm good.

That really hit the spot.

One thing you might tell me is is water street

somewhere this direction?

Yes, it is.

If you go down Evans, take a left,

and you'll find water street.

- Okay. Thank you very much. - Appreciate it.

Come back again.

I will.

- Mommy, Herman won't leave me alone.

- She's reacting in an overly emotional manner as usual!

I'm not motional.

Both of you cool your jets.

- But he's scary with those teeth.

Chill out Herman!

Can I help you?

Are you derlyze Fisher?

I am.

- Well your uncle gave me your card and said you've

got a house for rent.

You know uncle Jimmy then?

Sort of.

Cool.

Well the house is right next door and I live here.

This is my mom and dad's place.

They're out of town in new Mexico for a while helping

out my grandparents.

They're going through some tough old age stuff.

I know all about that stuff.

Yeah?

Well, the house is 600 a month.

- Could I rent it one week at a time?

Man, I don't know about that.

- Well, I've got enough cash for one week right here.

And I could mow the lawn, clean the place, paint.

I'm a good carpenter.

So I can work every week to cover that week's rent.

- All right, well under those terms,

I'll promise you two weeks.

You can pay for this week,

I'll have some work for you to do next week,

and then we'll just see after that.

It's a deal.

- All right, cool. I'll show you the place.

Heather, stay here with Herman.

I'll be right back.

No more spazzing, you two.

You play the guitar?

- Just picked it back up after many years.

That's cool.

Hey, by the way, if you see a big brown dog around

here with a red collar, keep your distance.

Let me know. It's homeless.

It's mean. The cops want it caught.

Okay.

All right.

Mommy!

I hear them over there.

I've gotta go see what's going on,

so here's the key. Let yourself in.

Everything else is self explanatory,

and I'll see you soon.

Okay. Thanks a lot.

You're welcome.

Home sweet home.

Nice.

Oh, yeah!

Huh.

It works.

Hello?

Hello?

Hi.

Hi.

I'm Herman. I know, it sucks.

Have a seat.

Sit down there.

- Unfortunately for me, my mom's favorite

band from the 60's was Herman's hermits,

and they sang I'm Henry the eighth I am.

I remember that.

- Yeah, I wish she would have liked

Rick Springfield or Bo diddley maybe.

- Yeah. Rick Fisher would sound pretty good all right.

Yeah.

I like Bo Fisher.

How about if I call you Bo.

That would be awesome!

Okay. Bo it is.

My name's Mr. What.

- Mr. What's your real name?

- No. My real name is madiasco.

I know. It sucks.

- Um, there's food in the bag from our fridge.

My mom just wanted to get you started.

That's nice of her.

- Not so much. She was just making sure

that you weren't stealing anything.

Nothing yet.

But you know, who's to stop me from taking off at

3:00 in the morning with everything I can carry.

- Beats me. I think she thought if I left,

Heather would stop bawling.

She's afraid of my new look.

- What's the story behind your new look?

- Well I was playing baseball with the

neighborhood kids. They made me be catcher.

It was going good until Ronnie cubberly was,

he was up to bat and he missed the pitch and

threw the bat into my face.

Huh. How bad was it?

Um, fractured my cheek bone.

I lost two teeth.

And I hurt my jaw.

Wow. That's bad.

- We're at 40,000 and still counting.

Any insurance?

- No. I don't know what my mom's gonna do.

We put our house up for sale last week.

I saw that.

Yeah.

Huh. Where's your father?

He left and I'm glad.

Why?

Because he was mean.

Well, I better get going.

Mom said not to stay.

- Thanks a lot, Bo, for the groceries.

- Yep. Jerry's market's close by.

Go out to the light, turn left across the bridge.

Got you, Bo.

- Don't steal anything, okay Mr. What.

Don't do what?

Don't steal anything.

- Tell your mother I'm already gone

and the TV's missing.

I'll do.

All right.

See you.