2045 the Bounty Hunter Page #3

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you're taking me anywhere?

No, not anywhere. Just jail.

Oh, goddamn it, Milo.

You don't seem to understand.

I am in the middle of something

really important.

Tell you what.

You wanna make a break for it...

...l will give you

a 1 0-second head start.

-I am an adult, Milo. I'm--

-Ten.

-Nine. Eight.

-Do you really think l--?

Seven.

Six.

Five. Four.

Three. Two.

One.

Try again.

-God.

-Extra salt, just the way you like it.

-Jesus. Stewart, no.

-I wanna help. Let me help. Please.

Why'd you hang up on me?

Taxi.

Oh, sh*t.

-Get in the car.

-I am not going to jail.

Oh, I beg to differ.

-Oh, what, you're gonna shoot me?

-Nope.

-I'm gonna shoot a cab driver.

-No, he's kidd-- He doesn't mean it.

No, I mean it.

Chickenshits!

All right.

Can we just talk about this?

Fine.

What do you wanna say?

I'm not letting you take me to jail.

-DuIy noted.

-And I'm--

Milo. Oh, my--

You have got to be kidding me.

You have got to be kidding me.

Don't you--

Milo, stop it.

Seriously, put me down.

Milo, goddamn it.

You cannot be putting me in a trunk.

You cannot be seri--

I'm dead "seri."

Hey, Mi-- Hey!

Oh, my God. I'm gonna have

a panic attack. Oh, my God. MiIo!

Milo. Goddamn it!

Open this trunk, Milo.

Right now. Milo.

Okay. Okay.

Yeah, l've got

a couple of small tats myself.

But l'm still amazed at the level of pain

people will go through...

...to make an impression.

Do you know what l mean?

I was just asking around.

Okay? I swear to God,

I don't know anything.

What if I tattoo the word "snitch"

on your eyelids?

-Or better yet, "dead snitch."

-Look, okay, look. Look.

All I know

is there's this reporter, okay?

And she said something about

a car with stolen plates at a suicide.

What's her name?

Sid's Bail Bonds.

Guess what I've got in my trunk.

Is that some sort

of perverted innuendo? Who is this?

Oh, come on, Teresa, it's me.

You know it's me.

-Hey, I need to taIk to Sid.

-Yeah, Sid's not available right now.

Last I heard, he was trying to start

a fire with two sticks and pure rage.

Just teIl him that I got her,

all right? l'm bringing her in.

I'll be back in two hours, and l want

a bonus for bringing her in so quick.

Well, I want a bonus for getting through

the week without stabbing somebody.

Week's not over yet.

I got another call.

Yeah, l gotta go too.

Very busy. Bye-bye.

This is Milo. I'm sorry, but I'm not in

at the moment to take your caIl.

Milo, get me out of the trunk. Please.

Nope. Oh, by the way, your boyfriend

Stewart's been following me.

-He is not my boyfriend.

-Well, he seems to think he is.

Well, I remember a time

I thought you were quite the catch...

-...and that didn't pan out, either.

-He doesn't really seem your type.

Listen. Okay, Milo, please. Please.

I shouldn't have run. That was--

Look, you caught me off-guard.

To tell you the truth, I think l realIy

need your advice about something.

That's a real shame...

...because I wouldn't help you

if you were the last baby sea turtIe...

...dragging your tiny littIe body

across the burning sand...

...whiIst hungry seagulls

circled overhead.

Nope, I'd just pull up a chair...

...sip a pia colada,

and watch nature take its course.

-HeIlo?

-You stop.

Hello?

Nic?

Nicole?

What?

Hey, remember

how we used to be in love?

Yeah.

Well, that means I know

when you're crying for real...

...and when you're faking it. Bye-bye.

What?

God, Milo!

-Do you hear the tone of my voice?

-Oh, God. So good.

Milo! Oh, shoot. MiIo? Milo?

Hello, NicoIe Hurley.

Hey, hey, it's me. Jimmy.

Jimmy. Oh, my God.

Oh, my God, Jimmy,

I thought you were dead.

Where are you?

I've Ieft you like 40 messages.

Yeah, sorry. My phone ran out.

Listen, about this story--

Jimmy. What happened

at Dunkin' Donuts?

Oh, nothing. My friend showed up,

and he needed my help with something.

Was that before

he busted your window?

I locked my keys in--

Whatever. It's a piece of sh*t.

Listen, hey, where are you?

You sound like you're in a closet.

I'm-- I'm in Atlantic City.

Listen, Jimmy, I went to your apartment,

and l found the coaster.

Has there been evidence stolen

from the depository?

Well, that's kind of why I'm calling.

The whole thing turned out

to be nothing but a waste of time...

-...for everybody involved.

-Who else is involved, Jimmy?

Very good.

Jimmy-- Jimmy?

Listen, I need a favour.

Nicole Hurley, 1 34 Perry Street.

Credit check

and her recent activity, okay?

Beautiful. Thanks.

Nic?

-What the hell happened to you?

-Milo Boyd. A**hole head-butted me.

If only I gave a sh*t.

Did you get my money?

Ray!

Milo Boyd. Ex-cop.

Fired last year for neglect of duty.

His current gambIing debt

is just over 1 1 grand.

We haven't seen a penny

in two months.

This is not good.

We Iet this bum slide, people gonna

start thinking Irene's gone soft...

...they don't have to pay up.

Get him in here, Dwight,

break some part of his person...

...l'Il get my money,

and we'll have a nice holiday weekend.

Swear to God.

UnbeIievabIe.

How did you find me?

Well, I knew you called your mother,

so l went to see her.

You went to see my mother?

She didn't know I was there.

Yeah, she said you went to

"suck up some luck."

And I remembered your dad

had some crazy theory...

...about how all the losing at the track

must leave this extra luck lying around.

I knew you'd be in section D

because D is your lucky letter.

I mean, who has a lucky letter?

I had no idea

you knew all that stuff about me.

Of course. We were married.

But honestly, l love being single.

I love everything about my life.

Great job...

...good friends...

...hot girlfriend.

-Girlfriend?

-Oh, you didn't know?

Oh, yeah, I've had a number of casual,

crazy, sex-filled relationships...

...since you and l crapped out.

But l think this lady might be the one.

What's her name?

Teresa.

Smoking hot body.

Yeah. Great cook.

Smart. Very, very smart.

-Smart for a stripper.

-She's not a stripper.

Well, then, what does Teresa do?

-Judge.

-What?

Circuit court of appeals judge.

Oh, bullshit. BuIlshit.

No, I'm not bulIshitting.

She really is a judge.

Actually, just like the one

you skipped out on.

It's funny,

the little coincidences in life.

All right, that's it. l'm done.

I give up. l give up.

Just-- I don't wanna play anymore.

Here. Take it.

-What's that?

-Five hundred dollars.

Take it and dump me anywhere

on the side of the road.

Here. l don't care.

Honey, I'm getting 5 grand just to

bring your ass to justice. Do the math.

-No. You do it.

-No.

The Milo Boyd that I knew?

He could take $500,

walk into any casino...

...turn it into $5000 like that.

-He could turn it into $1 0,000.

-Yeah, try 50.

I don't know. l wouIdn't go that far.

-Why not?

-I don't know. You think you still got it?

Hell, yeah, l still got it.

You know,

this isn't about the money.

No, this is about me doing my job.

All right. Now, listen.

Remember:
you win, you Iet me go.

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