2045 the Bounty Hunter Page #8

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-Sorry.

-HeIlo. We have your girlfriend.

-I'm not his girlfriend.

No, she is my girlfriend.

But l'll tell you what,

why don't you keep her. Call it square.

-He hung up.

-What?

Holy sh*t.

What the--?

Let me guess,

she's driven you nuts already.

-Damn it, Milo, they are not kidding.

-I wish l could help you. I really do.

There's just one small problem.

You handcuffed me

to Cupid, remember?

How was l to know that a couple

of Neanderthals wanted you dead?

-Whoa, not a couple.

-Why would you think we're a couple?

You know what?

Put Chubby on the phone.

-HeIlo?

-Really, Dwight?

Since when do bookies

kidnap people?

It's a little outside of my jurisdiction,

but we're under new management.

Tell your partner he's got

about five seconds to release her...

...or I'm gonna ruin his life.

He says release her or else.

I'm paraphrasing.

Bring it on.

-Did you hear that?

-You know what? Put Nic on the phone.

-What?

-Tell your paIs I'll be there in 20.

-He said he'll be here in 20 minutes.

-That's good. That's good.

-Wait, Milo, I--

-Stop shifting in your seat.

Tell them you have to use the bathroom.

Don't look around. Just do it.

Okay, if he's not here in 20 minutes--

I need to pee.

You need--?

-Let's go pee.

-Okay.

Yeah?

Oh, God.

Yep.

-Oh, please tell me you have a plan.

-Stay put until I come get you.

-Wait a minute.

-What?

She said he'd be here

in 20 minutes.

-So?

-So...

...she never told him where she was.

Here, folks. Some money.

There you go. Yeah.

-Ho, ho, ho, ladies. Happy Fourth.

-Oh, sh*t. That is Milo Boyd.

Grab some of this, girls.

-HoIy sh*t.

-What?

-Everybody have a good time.

-That's Irene's money.

Step over here.

Come on, come on.

Yes, here we go.

Plenty for everybody.

Ladies, ladies. Here you go, ladies.

That's my money.

Get your hands off my dough!

Time to go. You all right?

Car keys in the bag?

-Yeah.

-Let's get the heIl out of here.

Why can't you be this guy

all the time?

I am this guy all the time.

No. A hotshot detective

that I fell so madly in love with.

Instead, this bounty hunter who's

always bragging about getting laid.

Oh, wait.

Is that what you're pissed about?

I was talking to Sid.

What am I supposed to say,

that I'm sweet on my girl again?

Yeah.

Yes, you say it.

If that's what you mean, you say it.

You were honest

about your feelings?

All I'm saying is this night could've

gone a lot differently if you had.

Yeah. Just like our marriage.

Maybe.

Some detective I turned out to be.

Can't even figure you out.

She's strong for a stripper.

Watch it, Ray.

That was very painful.

-I'm gonna kick your Amazo--

-Shut up, you little p*ssy.

-Twenty Seventh squad, Griswald.

-Hey, Kenny, it's Milo.

Hey, Mr. Boyd. What's up?

I'm looking for Bobby. l called his cell,

but he's not picking up. Is he there?

With you not being on the force

anymore and everything...

-...I'm not really supposed to--

-Hey, Kenny, I don't have a lot of time.

Now, you used to follow me around,

kiss my ass. You still into that?

Yes, sir.

-Well, pucker up. Where's Bobby?

-On his way to the depository.

Why? It's the middle of the night.

Lieutenant's got us working double

to complete the move.

-What move?

-To the new facility.

I heard they had to inventory

something like 1 94,000...

-...pieces of evidence.

-Thank you. Take it easy.

That must have been quite an audit.

Do you know what happens to evidence

when the case doesn't go to trial?

-What?

-Not a damn thing.

So it just sits there?

Forever?

Ripe for the picking.

I'm hungry.

I'll wait here for Bobby.

Take the car. There's a pizza parlour

on Yonkers. Anything but peppers.

There is no way

you're getting rid of me.

I wouldn't let you drive

my car, anyway.

That was an accident.

-What?

-The whole N.Y.P.D. thing.

Reason I got arrested.

You can make all the jokes you want.

-But l'm an excellent driver.

-Wait.

Your rap sheet

said you assauIted an officer.

What--? Are you saying

you ran over a cop?

I didn't run over anything.

-Then what did you do?

-Nothing.

I was late for a press conference.

Traffic was stopped...

...so I thought I could squeeze by...

...and I grazed it.

You grazed a cop.

No, I grazed a horse.

Okay? Are you happy?

A big, dumb, old police horse...

...whose big, dumb, old police ass...

...swayed in front of my car

as l was trying to pass it.

-You hit a horse?

-I tapped him.

Tapped him. There was one little,

little tuft of hair on my bumper.

It was-- Seriously. l can go to jail.

-Yeah, for like...years.

-You're just-- You know--

You're the world's worst driver.

WiIl you just be quiet?

Now, listen. We don't know

anything for sure, all right?

-Maybe it's not what it Iooks Iike.

-It's almost aIways what it looks like.

Hey, Bobby.

Been looking all over for you.

-You get my message?

-About the missing drugs? Yeah.

We got a problem. You know that?

Yeah, yeah, we do.

-Can l help you?

-We're here to see Bobby Jenkins.

Can l tell him what it's regarding?

-Put the bag down, Earl.

-What, this?

-What's wrong with you?

-Don't make this harder...

-...than it has to be.

-The bag's down.

You know, I gotta--

Buzz me in. Now.

Got it.

Sorry.

Jesus.

-What?

-There's blood.

Oh, my God.

-Bobby.

-You okay, partner?

-What the hell are you doing here?

-Looking for some answers.

-Who shot you?

-Earl Mahler.

Yeah, l've been tracking him

for the last couple of weeks.

After he murdered Walter.

Walter Lilly.

Yeah, he's got my gun.

-What--?

-Stay with him.

Where are you going?

-Stay with him.

-Where are you going?

Baby, I'll be back. All right.

Hey, he's gonna be all right.

He's a good cop.

You're a good cop.

Look what happened to you.

Oh, yeah. You got a point.

Hey. Hey, where you going?

Drop it.

You were easy.

Oh, God.

You already shot one cop.

Shooting another one's...

-...not gonna help things with the jury.

-You're not a cop.

-Well, that's just hurtful.

-Get down on your knees.

My knees, they're not so great,

you know. Took a jump off a roof.

The last thing I care about

is your knees, your health.

Now get down on your knees.

Now what?

Should have minded

your own business.

-Not concerned about your future?

-It's time for you to go, a**hole.

Drop it. And I'm the only one

who gets to call him "a**hole."

You better tell your girl--

That's for calling me a girI.

That's for shooting at my wife.

So Earl Mahler was using Walter Lilly

to gain access to the narcotics cage.

That's right. He was gonna come clean,

but by the time l got to his apartment...

...he was already dead.

-But there was no proof it was Mahler.

-Right.

If it wasn't for that parking ticket,

he might have gotten away with it.

That's because

she's a hell of a reporter.

Thank you.

But you did get one thing wrong.

Oh, are you kidding? Come on.

I'm just saying.

Bobby, it Iooked really bad.

It really did.

I mean, your name

was on the suicide report.

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