2045 the Bounty Hunter Page #4

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That's our deal. Right?

You get what you want,

and l get to go--

Don't tell me your story.

How could I forget? Come on.

Yeah, l found you.

God, Stewart, you are a huge stud.

Dwight, be honest. Apart from chasing

some guy down, breaking his legs...

...beating his face to a bloody pulp,

you don't get a lot of aerobic exercise.

-Why we talking about this?

-You're gonna get me kiIled...

...when you're too slow to react

in a life-and-death situation.

I am not too slow.

It's lrene.

-Yeah?

-They spotted Boyd at the Taj.

-He's driving a blue Delta 88.

-I'm on it.

Okay, listen, there's this kid.

He works at O'DouI's.

He gives me information sometimes.

-You mean he's a snitch.

-Yes.

I think he's in a lot of trouble.

I had him ask about this suicide,

this guy that dove off of a roof.

Shows me what you know.

-What?

-Suicides don't dive. They go feet-first.

Is that true? How do you know that?

Every cop knows that.

Well, if every cop

knows that a suicide goes feet-first...

...and this guy went headfirst, then why

would a cop ruIe it as a suicide?

-How the hell should l know?

-Well--

Why don't you ask the cop

that fiIled out the report?

Nicole.

Nicole, it's Stewart.

I'm here to save you.

Oh, my God. She's passed out.

All right, hero time. Let's go, buddy.

Yes. Yes, yes, yes.

Okay, here you go. I got you.

Oh, sh*t. Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t.

Hey.

It's a Delta 88.

-Yeah.

-It's a nice car.

Oh, thank you. Yeah, no, this is....

This is my car,

in case you were wondering.

Yeah.

It was once used in

a Ice Cube video.

-Yeah.

-Yeah.

Yeah. You a big fan of cars?

What l love about it is that it actually--

The steering wheel--

Five hundred on the pass line.

New shooter.

Five hundred on the line.

Wait a minute. You're betting all of it?

What if you lose?

Then we're back in the car.

So if I lose, I still win.

-Here. Blow on them.

-No.

-You always did before.

-Oh, come on.

You want me to win, don't you?

If l win, you go free, remember?

-Let's go, let's go.

-Let's go, shooter. Coming out.

Here we go.

-Winner. Seven.

-Seven. Big winner.

Winner. EIeven.

-Yes. Eleven.

-Front-line winner.

Winner, seven.

Seven.

Winner, eleven.

Count it out nice and slow.

Eight grand. It's so beautiful.

You did it.

I said you couId and you did.

I'm out of here. You win, l walk.

What? Wait.

What are you talking about?

-Where you going?

-Are you kidding?

We had a deaI.

You win 5 and I get to waIk.

No, you said 1 0.

I said 5, Milo.

In the car, you said I could turn 500

into 1 0,000.

-Yes. But first I had said--

-No "buts."

Come on. Why would I try

and win 5 thousand...

...when I get 5 thousand

for turning you in?

-Doesn't make sense.

-You know what does make sense?

-I'm leaving. That's it. I'm out of here.

-Hey, no. You will stay here...

...untiI l win 1 0 grand

and then you walk. Okay?

You have my word. Now bIow.

Your word is worth sh*t.

Let's go, shooter.

You know what? Fine. l can

do this myself. lt's alI me, anyway.

Watch. Milo Boyd

makes his own luck.

Yeah, here we go.

Four. Easy. The point is four.

Okay, four. lt's okay.

No worries. l can do four.

That's two twos...

-...a three and a one.

-Yeah. Or a four and a zero.

Shut up.

Of course you're to blame.

A four and a zero?

-God.

-You mocked the gods of craps.

"The gods of craps"?

Do you hear yourself?

No. All I hear is the sound of $8000

in chips being swept away from me.

Milo. MiIo, you have got to let me go.

No, I don't have to do anything

except win my money back...

...which I wilI do

as soon as I can find the damn room.

This place is nice.

Yeah. Glad you like it.

Because you paid for it.

-I--? Me?

-Yeah. I lifted your credit card.

Pretty shitty thing to do.

I feel better now that you know.

-You stole my credit card?

-See, that's what you always do.

You know, I borrow your card,

and it turns into stealing.

You always blow things

out of proportion.

You know what, would you stop it

with this "always" crap?

We dated for six months.

We were married for nine months.

That is 1 5 months, okay?

That is not "always," champ.

You don't even know "always."

Hey, what are you doing? What's--?

Hey, hey, hey. Where you going?

Milo, don't you dare

leave me here like this. Milo.

-You'Il probably have to pay for that.

-You know what?

Don't let me down.

-What are you doing?

-What?

Are you trying to seduce me?

Yeah. l am.

What would you like to touch first?

You always loved my shoulders.

Oh, yes, your shoulders.

And especially in the right jacket?

So impressive.

My chest.

So strong, so solid.

-My lips.

-Your lips.

A perfect match for mine.

What you'd realIy like

to touch first...

...is powerfuI.

Sometimes dangerous.

-It's hard.

-Yes.

And that would be my gun.

Oh, you're such a dick.

You are such a dick.

Yeah. But in the right jacket....

Ray wants to show you something.

Okay. All right. Okay, yeah.

Okay, bring your buddies in.

Now that I have your attention...

...l will have you know that my

colIege roommate is a partner...

...at the biggest law firm

in Ann Arbor, Michigan.

All right, and while they specialise

primarily in real estate law...

...l am calling him maana.

And he will be on your asses

like white on rice.

Pick something and break it.

No, hold on one sec.

I don't know him that well.

We're not-- We dated

some of the same girls in college.

Hey. Hey, is that a Ping?

A Rapture? l had--

Oh, sh*t. God. Sh*t.

-FeeI better?

-Yeah, I do, actually.

-Damn it.

-Who is this guy, anyway?

-Where's Boyd?

-That's Boyd.

That's not Milo Boyd.

-I'm not Boyd.

-He was in Boyd's Oldsmobile.

I'm not Boyd.

The two of you go together

this time. Morons.

-Housekeeping.

-Oh, good, yes. Come in.

Good morning.

You're probably wondering

why I'm handcuffed to the bed.

I just came from a room where a man

was lying in a bathtub of mayonnaise...

...wearing a dog collar.

-Well, to each his own.

-You're not the one...

-...who has to clean the tub.

-That's a very good point.

-I'lI come back.

-No. PIease.

Would you mind grabbing my bag

from over there, please.

What was that?

What? Sorry? What? What was what?

That.

Listen, I have to

go to the bathroom, please.

Can you--?

How did you sleep?

-Better than you.

-Jerk.

-Would you--?

-Sorry.

What are you doing?

Can l have some privacy?

Something tells me

I should frisk you.

Oh, right.

Do I look like I'm hiding a weapon

between my breasts?

Seriously.

-Do you mind?

-Okay, okay.

God.

"Max power button.

Put open end in direct contact

with the skin.

Press button."

-Hey, who you talking to?

-Nobody.

Who would l be talking to

in a bathroom, anyway? God.

Okay, you're up to something.

I'm coming in.

-No, I'm not done, Milo.

-You're done.

Nope, I'm not. Jesus.

Son of a--

Did you really jump bail?

Gary, l need the name of the cop

who signed off on the suicide.

Okay. Looking Iike...

-...Bobby Jenkins.

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