2045 the Bounty Hunter
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Nic?
Nicole!
Holy sh*t.
Did you really think I was gonna stay
Come back here.
-Bingo.
-Jackpot.
Hey, Sam!
-Hey!
-Yeah, you, you ding-dong.
-Come here.
-Surprise.
-Not now, Dwight. I'm kind of busy.
-You owe my boss money.
Hey, I owe everybody money.
Hey!
You hit my leg, you dummy.
You really gonna
make me chase you?
Excuse me.
Get back here!
Hands behind your head. Now.
Take it easy, skippy.
I'm on the job.
Oh, wow, look at this. Bounty hunter.
Figures. Why don't you get
a real job?
Why don't you kiss my ass?
Come here.
Oh, your mother
must be very, very proud.
Oh, I'm so insulted.
You know, for your information...
...l don't even know who my mother is.
So joke's on you.
-Turn around. Hands behind your back.
-What?
You heard me. Let's go.
-Hey, Gary. You get my e-mail?
-About the suicide, yeah?
He's got a sister in Atlantic City.
Address is on your desk.
-Thank you.
-Anytime.
Day or night.
Very funny.
Who's Mr. Ed?
I actually think it's sexy
that you're out on bail.
-Stewart, get off my desk.
-Right. Oh, sorry. l forgot.
Ridiculous that l was even arrested
in the first place.
I mean, assaulting an officer?
It's a joke.
Yeah. Oh, tell me about it.
Been there.
Did you ever get anything going
on that suicide story?
-No.
-Because know what I was thinking?
Maybe we should work together on it,
as a team.
You know?
Woodward-Bernstein styIe. Yeah.
That way, you can knock it out
just that much faster.
Plus, it wouId give us time
to reconnect in our relationship.
Stewart, we are not in a reIationship.
We made out one time
at the Christmas party.
I was very drunk.
And I was heartbroken.
I would've made out with Terry.
Wait, you mean Terry the guy
or Terry the girl?
Exactly.
Really wouldn't have mattered.
You're right.
Because you made out with me.
Yes, l did.
All right, l'm gonna use the bathroom.
-This is Jimmy.
-Jimmy, Nicole from the Daily News.
Nicole?
Long time no talk.
Where you been hiding yourself?
I'm actually hiding
in the bathroom at work.
Listen, I need you to ask around
about a suicide.
A Walter Lilly, Rivington Street...
...the night of June 23rd.
Twenty-three. Anything eIse?
Yes. Yes. l have proof
...with stolen plates
parked at the scene.
Might be something.
You never know.
All right. Cool.
I hear anything, I'll give you a shout.
Okay, great. Thanks.
Who you talking to?
Stewart.
-What are you doing in the ladies room?
-You see, l wa--
I-- Well, you know, I was standing
out front there, by the door.
-But l started to feel creepy.
-And this is less creepy?
Yeah, l think so.
-Get out of here.
-Oh, come on.
Hey, let me buy you a drink.
-I have a date.
-I didn't say what night.
Then l have a date every night.
Every night until the end of time.
Okay? So just please
stop asking me.
Love is so funny. Isn't it?
-Hi, Ma.
-ls this a bad time?
Well, yeah, I'm actually
kind of in the middle of something.
But you know what,
while l have you on the phone....
If you were gonna jump off a building...
...would you choose the side
with trees?
that's a straight shot to the cement?
Well, the trees wouId certainly be
prettier on the way down.
Kind of a nice last picture.
You could end up a vegetable.
-I don't think I could take that on.
-So the cement?
Definitely. Why do you ask?
I'm on a rooftop at 6th and Rivington.
I was wondering--
Now, you listen here, young lady.
-You have every right to hate your Iife.
-Mom.
Who wouldn't after some
of the choices you've made.
-Mom?
-That thing with MiIo--
-Mom.
-What?
I'm working.
I'm gonna call you later.
Well, okay.
Well, just to clarify, you know...
...we aIl make mistakes, but you
married a man who made you crazy...
...and divorced him for the same
reason. You just have to--
I'll take the big ugly one.
I do not like getting
these phone calls.
I'd bail you out
if you ever got in trouble.
But you can't,
because you ain't no cop anymore.
And what do you mean,
"these calls," huh?
That's the second time
you bailed me out.
"These" implies way more than two.
Look, l know that this is a very tough
time of the year for you.
What are you talking about? It's
summer. Who doesn't love summer?
And I am trying to be sensitive
to your situation.
What, a guy who works his own hours?
Has his freedom? Lives the high life?
Have you talked to her?
-Talked to who?
-Katie Couric. Who do you think?
-Why the hell would I talk to her?
-You know what?
-Maybe I should've left your ass in jail.
-Would you reIax? I'm fine.
Oh, you're-- No. You are not fine, okay?
You are a man in pain.
How do you think that makes me feel
since I'm the one who set you up?
Well, I guess that makes
this whole thing your fault, huh?
Hey. Where are you?
I toId you to be here
half an hour early.
Now I see you.
I'm stiIl leaving you this message
to let you know...
...that l hate being your Iawyer
and you're killing me. Goodbye.
-HeIlo. You're late.
-But only fashionably.
Better take this seriously, Miss HurIey.
It's you against the N.Y.P.D.
How can l take this seriously, Arthur?
It's a fender bender.
-Well, we got four minutes.
-Oh, wait, hold on. I gotta take this.
No. Four minutes.
This will take one,
and then we'll have three.
-HeIlo.
-It's Jimmy. I got something for you.
Oh, hi. Great. Listen,
I need to caIl you back in an hour.
Can't wait, NicoIe. I might aIready
be in trouble with this sh*t.
Wha--? Jimmy, well, I'm kind of in
some hot water myself over here.
Dunkin' Donuts, Sunset Park
under the BQE. Half an hour.
Bring cash. Five hundred,
or l'm selling it to somebody else.
-No, Jimmy. Wait--
-Okay. Let's go.
Wait. l have to make
one more phone call.
-Nicole.
-Go on in.
I wilI-- I promise,
When the judge calls your case,
you better be sitting right next to me.
And your client is where?
Well, she was here, Your Honour.
And I think
I'm sure she'Il be coming
through that door any second.
Any second.
Rather than keep the court waiting,
Counsel, your client's bail
is revoked.
A bench warrant is hereby ordered
by this court.
Next case.
-Come here.
-Okay. All right. Okay.
Get in the car.
And don't move.
Goddamn it. I mean,
how many retainers do I have to buy?
-They're twins, for God's sake.
-It's not my fault.
Tell him to borrow
his brother's. Man.
Hey, princess.
You're drooling on my sofa.
You do have an apartment, don't you?
With a bed of some kind?
Teresa should be in any second.
-I suppose you wanna get paid.
-Yep. WelI, l got him, didn't I?
I said, "They're my kids.
If anyone's gonna take them camping...
...l am," which she took literally,
as opposed to the spirit...
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