Boone: The Bounty Hunter Page #3

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Who the hell are you?

I'm the trash collector.

Do you have any idea who I am?

Yeah, you're the trash.

So, I'm guessing you

haven't seen my show.

The bad guys always run.

Hmm.

I'm keeping the Chipotle card.

I'll go get the Van.

Yah.

Good job, Boone.

I'm gonna cuff him.

No, no, no.

This is our season finale.

We still gotta Boone the crap

out of the roofie kid here.

I think we're gonna

win an Emmy for this.

I don't know, Boone.

He doesn't look so good.

He's okay.

Yep, yep.

See? See?

What about the police?

Maybe we should just drive.

You guys drive.

I'll run.

Here comes justice, Davenprick.

Yeah!

Hey, man!

Is that all you got?

That looks fun.

I haven't seen a man like that

around here in ten years.

A man without a brain?

A man who doesn't know

he's already dead?

He ain't your savior, Sylvia.

Damn it, Walker.

Cole Davenport takes

everything from us.

Haven't you had enough?

No, and you wanna know why?

Why?

Because I don't start

fights I can't win.

Boone-a-gram

for Ryan Davenport.

Yeah!

You're gonna get Boone'd.

Ryan Davenport,

you just got Boone'd.

America, you're welcome.

Okay.

We gotta get outta here.

Hands up!

Uh, bad things...

Bad things are happening.

How many cops are there?

Forget it, Boone.

We can't assault officers.

Just get Ryan out of here.

Boone, just hide.

Just hide.

They're coming.

Don't get negative.

Stay positive, okay?

Glass is half full.

Worst case scenario,

you go to jail for a few days.

I-I don't think that's

the worst case scenario.

Remember that guy on the street?

He was just being lazy.

I'm gonna take the Davenport kid

across the border,

cash in the bounty.

Wait... you're gonna

go home without us?

Then we'll have a million

bucks to get you out.

Tell them that.

Tell them you can pay.

Guera, out.

Yeah, sorry.

Mr. Victor.

Mr. Davenport,

how are you?

Huh? So, you

finally did somethin'

I told you to do, huh?

You gave 'em

extra food and water.

That's good.

And everybody is very

appreciative, sir.

Yeah, they are?

Well, why the hell are we

behind schedule, Victor?

The-the-the crew,

they're working

around the clock.

Yeah?

And there's nothing

more we can do.

Yeah? Okay.

All right, you say...

No, you touch him,

I'll knock you out.

But he's very sick.

Yeah, he's sick.

Everybody is sick.

Look at him.

If we treat one of 'em,

we have to treat all of 'em.

Do you understand that?

They'll stop working.

Then what do we have, huh?

I want you to keep him there, so

everybody can see as an example.

People, tomorrow we go home,

but tonight we finish.

I said send the car.

What is it?

It's Ryan.

Ryan, again?

Again.

Victor!

Leave him alone.

This supposed to be a chokehold?

'Cause I really shouldn't

be able to talk.

Let me go, or I'll kill you.

Let me know when I'm dead.

Ahh!

Helicopter ride.

You better not have

just gave me rabies,

or I'll drag you all

the way to the border.

Nice escape, monkey nuts.

All right, stop screwing around.

Time to get up and walk,

you little d-bag.

You really don't get it.

My dad owns this whole town,

including the cops.

Your friends, they're dead,

dead unless you

take me back, now!

It's 300 miles

to the border, moron.

You really think

you're gonna carry me

the whole way?

Whoo!

Smells like hell.

You might as well

get used to it.

No point in wearing

your voice out.

No tracks out here

but ours, so...

Yeah, I'll miss you, too.

Perfect place for a little turd.

Oh, god.

Oh, this was so dumb,

but I love...

I love how Boone manages

to get out just fine.

Yeah.

Think he's all right?

I am, uh, comandante Munoz.

Are you both okay?

Yeah, I think we're all right.

I'm sorry that we don't

have nicer accommodations.

Uh, hopefully, we'll

clear this up quickly.

Thank you.

I, uh, I think there's

been a misunderstanding.

You see, our friend,

Ryan Davenport,

he invited us down here,

but now they're saying...

Don't lie, miss Sanders.

I have seen your

television show.

I actually enjoy it very much.

Well, then you know

the man we're pursuing

was to go on trial today

for murdering a young woman.

Check on this story.

I find this very troubling.

If true, we will pursue

his extradition,

but it must be done through

Mexican authorities,

and to do that, we must

bring Ryan in

before anyone is hurt.

Perhaps, with your technology,

you might be able to contact

or locate your friend.

You-you know, if he's

still wearing his transmitter,

I can find him.

I-I'll just need

my laptop from the Van.

I'll see what I can do.

Denny, he's lying.

I know.

Maybe he'll keep playing nice

if he thinks we're helping.

Yes, punch buggy Boone.

How am I the only one

that doesn't know

how to hotwire a car?

Boone yeah.

Come on.

There's your problem.

No engine.

That's a nice truck.

Milli, Vanilli.

Ooh, this is gonna be sick.

I just wish they

had the cameras here.

Oh, no bueno.

Where is Ryan?

He's in the crapper.

Hey.

Okay, okay, let's talk, guys.

Let go of my vest!

Officers!

Hey, hey, okay.

I'm actually glad you're here.

What are you doing?

Don't kill him.

We need him to find Ryan.

Only way you can

follow me is on Twitter.

You better hope

we find this kid.

Okay, I should be able to

pinpoint his transmitter,

but I'm gonna have

to remote the signal

through our office

in Los Angeles,

and that means I'm gonna

have to give my producer

a call to Grant access.

Okay.

We'll call later.

Okay.

There's some new plans.

Come on.

Let's talk.

Sure.

I got some good news

and some bad news.

Let's go! Let's go!

Back in the cell!

Sit down!

See somethin' you like?

You'll be so beautiful

when you're dead.

As the comandante was saying,

there is good news,

and there is bad news.

Preference?

First starting with bad.

I'm afraid that

your friend, Boone,

is dead.

I'm sorry.

I made a terrible mistake.

That was the good news.

The bad news is,

they haven't found my son,

and that's especially

bad for you

because we don't

need you anymore.

You're done.

What about Jackson?

Jackson?

He must have gotten away

with Ryan.

Jackson?

I-I've seen their show.

There-there's

usually another.

Let us call Jackson.

We can arrange a trade,

us for Ryan.

You do that.

Tess, come on!

When they find Ryan, we're dead.

Help, help, help, help!

Help!

Boone?

Boone?

Ugh!

Oh, you're okay.

America.

Sleep with your lights on.

This ain't flipper.

This is jaws.

Mmm...

I smell tacos.

Boone! Boone!

I see him! I see him!

Ahh!

Come on.

You're in big trouble, tiny.

Boone, I'm about to serve you up

a piece of humble pie.

I hope you're hungry

for some rocky road,

'cause this marshmallow

is about to kick

some chocolate nuts.

This one's called

a ghetto massage.

You like that, huh?

Senor Boone!

They call that

the Boone special.

You did this?

My dad.

He's the best doctor in town.

You're awake.

Yeah.

Thanks for patching me up, doc.

You're very lucky.

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