Cat Run 2 Page #3

watching movies in bed.

Killing people?

Depending on the threat

they pose to my employer.

Yes.

You have the blueprint

of the American exo-armor.

Give them to us,

and you won't have to die.

That's gentlemanly of you, Eric'

MODERATOR; Switch!

I do try.

MODERATOR:
Sir, you need

to switch your table,

You only get five minutes.

I know she's pretty, but.

Speed dating, you

have to, like, move.

Come on, buddy, time's up'

I know she's really pretty.

Come on.

Bye.

STEVE:
Can't seem to find

normal people at these things.

(CHUCKLES FORCEFULLY)

(CLEARS THROAT)

Okay, um, I'm Sieve.

I'm recently divorced.

(SIGHS)

Boy, you are beautiful.

I'm sorry.

I've been out of the game

for a while, I guess.

You know what,

I don't like this place.

Do you want to go

back to your place?

Whoa.

Uh, yeah.

What do you think? Nice.

Beautiful day

for a beautiful girl.

Why don't you have a seat, and

I'll go get some stuff for us.

Okay!

(GLASS CLATTERS)

(GRUNTING)

(GROANING)

Toad style. (GRUNTS)

(GRUNTING)

I see you know scorpion style.

(GRUNTING)

Seriously, you're

cramping my style.

(TATIANA GRUNTING)

(GROANING)

Here we go. Yoo-hoo!

Do you have a blanket?

It's a little chilly.

Yeah, of course.

(BLOWS KISS)

(GRUNTS)

She likes you, it's okay.

She likes you' really.

(GRUNTING)

(SNIFFING)

(GRUNTING)

Shh.

Is everything okay?

TATIANA Yeah, everything's fine!

(WHISPERING) Quiet!

I'm on a date, okay'?

A kiss of Tainted Love.

(SNIFFS)

(GRUNTING)

Your girlfriend is very lucky.

(GROANING)

All right. Red or white?

Um' whiskey.

Whiskey? Yeah. Yeah.

(CHUCKLING)

(GROANING)

(GRUNTING)

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(GRUNTING)

TATIANA:
Steve!

Could you change the music?

What would you like to hear?

TATIANA:
Just play

something different

(GRUNTING)

(GROANING)

(COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING)

Is that good?

I'm really not

into country music.

Do you have any classical?

I'll see what I can

find on the radio.

TATIANA:
Thank you!

(STRAINING)

(GRUNTS)

We shall meet again.

Hi-.

You know, maybe we should have

drinks inside. It's a little cold.

(SIGHS)

Look, Ludmila. Yes?

You seem like

a really nice girl.

I mean, maybe

a little high-maintenance,

but I don't think

I'm ready for this.

Sorry.

Okay?-

JAMES; Pull!

So, Mr. LaMonde.

How's the richest

redneck I know?

Yeah. I know where that is.

Oh, yeah. What do

you know about it?

I didn't want any

forensics tampered with.

God bless the Corps,

but their brass

ain't above

covering their asses.

(sum C*CKS)

Plus, we got

appropriations coming up'

Got to keep things clean.

Pull!

(sun C*CKS) (LAUGHS)

Well, we'll have to

pick this up next time.

Who?

Coroner. Plaquemines Parish.

She'll be safe there.

Pull!

ANTHONY:
Ongoing investigation.

(GRUNTS)

Dead end.

Ah, not necessarily.

I asked him where a guy could go

to pay for some tail around here.

She She's'? Strip club?

I think so.

Big booties? Big booties'

You got singles?

(HIP HOP MUSIC PLAYING)

(SNIFFING)

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Hello.

Yeah, I see 'em.

Private eyes?

I'll be back in a sec.

Hey, okay, now.

Ooh. Don't throw it on me.

It's my birthday.

(SNIFFS)

JULIAN:
(WHISPERING)

He's got a beard.

CORDRAY:
What the f***

do you want?

You run this spot?

It's my club. We don't

allow d*cks back here.

Especially no private d*cks.

What do you boys want?

We want to know

about that escort

that was killed at Fort Polk.

We got dancers here.

Artistes.

Girls want to push p*ssy on their

own time, that's their business.

Kindly go f*** yourselves.

You know anybody

that'd want to hurt her?

What did I say, motherf***er?

Let's get out of here.

No, no, no. Hold up.

One of the men that was wounded

that night was my cousin.

Now somebody gonna give

me some damn information.

I don't give a f*** if it

was your mama in drag.

MY mama?

(GRUNTING)

Um, right by the balls.

(CORDRAY GROANING)

(GRUNTING)

W Wm gun.

Get your ass on your knees.

Get on your knees.

Hey, big man! Put him down.

Get on your knees, too. Come

on, corn-fed. Hurry up.

Uh...

You can go on and go. It

might get a little bloody.

Get a little blood

on your two-piece.

I'm gonna send you a friend

request, though. Okay.

Here, go on and take the gun.

That don't smell right.

All right. I'm about to go

Helen Bingham on his ass.

All right. Talk. Mmm.

Talk. (GROANING)

It was two white girls. Russians,

come in from Galveston'

It wasn't supposed

to go down like that

ANTHONY:
What else,

motherf***er?

I don't know sh*t

about the other girl.

The one that got killed. They

moved her to Plaquemines Parish.

Who told you that?

Ifs professional courtesy to.

JULIAN:
Professional courtesy?

F***! It was Beau LaMonde.

He's got a gator farm up

in Lake Pontchartrain.

He loves to run his mouth when

his drawers getting worked on.

I swear that's all I got!

That's all you got? Huh?

Mmm? (GROANING)

Huh? CORDRAY:
That's all I got.

You got a thong on, too.

Stay on your f***ing knees.

JULIAN:
Yeah.

Why you got a gold thong on?

CORDRAY:
F***ing bastard.

ANTHONY:
Let's go, man. Come on.

Let's get out of here.

(SIGHS)

We got to make a right or left?

You got a GPS, man?

(JULIAN WHISTLING)

(KEYPAD BEEPING)

(SWITCH CLICKS)

(JULIAN EXCLAIMS)

ANTHONY:
"Mid 20s, excellent

physical condition.

"Signs of pre-mortem

intercourse.

"Contusions, head and neck.

"Multiple bullet wounds.

One fatal shot to the head."

What are you doing, man?

What? Looking for

identifying marks'

No tan lines, nice body.

Oh. Fully shaven. Brazilian.

Vag piercings.

Not a stripper.

Why do you say that?

Well, because there's

too much hardware

that gets tn the way

of the software.

The piercings get caught

in a guy's teeth,

sounds like a door knocker.

(CLICKING TONGUE)

He'd knock a nipple off.

Catastrophe, he can't

make it ram like that.

Pretty good hands, nice hands.

No nail polish.

Hmm.

This tattoo though.

I've seen it before.

ANTHONY:
Where?

I don't remember. (WHIRRING)

Um...

(SHUSHING)

(WHISPERING) Hit the lights.

Hit the lights!

Uh...

Hey, man, let me m.

Come on, man!

There's no room, man.

Get the f*** out of here.

Come on, man!

JULIAN:
Damn n.

Whoa...

Goodness! Oh, okay.

Okay?-

(GRUNTING)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(SPEAKING OTHER LANGUAGE)

Oh, Lord.

(JULIAN GROANING)

Oh, man.

(INHALING)

(DOOR OPENING)

Hey, what you waiting for?

Those girls definitely weren't strippers.

Yeah. I told you.

I had to lay next to a dead guy.

He was musty.

Bucket list, man. (GRUNTS)

(GUNSHOT)

JULIAN:
Sh*t! Get down!

ANTHONY:
Watch it!

JULIAN:
Hurry up!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(GUNSHOTS)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Oh, I think I got hit.

(GROANS) Okay.

(WINCES)

Jay?

Oh! Hey!

What happened?

Uh, just a little

complication in the case.

Complication?

Yeah. It's all good.

Do you need some help with that?

Maybe. Okay, great.

Sit. Just sit down. Okay.

I'll be right back. Okay.

All right. (CHUCKLES)

(EXHALES)

(WHISPERING) Breathe, breathe.

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