Christmas Bounty Page #2
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No target present. Black Hawk?
No visual.
Ho-ho-ho.
I've got her.
She's definitely covered.
Did she spot you?
No. She's looking at shoes.
Hideous shoes, but shoes.
And the bodyguards?
Too close. We can't move yet.
She's at the salon. There's no
way they'll let the bodyguards...
into the treatment rooms.
Now is the time to take them out.
Whoop.
Here you go.
- I just need someone to touch up my gels.
- Sure. Let me see what I can do.
Whenever you have an opening.
Move. Now.
It's true what they say.
The right undergarment makes
a woman feel like a woman.
You coming?
She'll be in there a while.
Ain't that the truth.
- I'm going to hit the head.
- All right.
One down. He'll be out for a while.
Ho-ho-ho.
You want a closer look?
Come on, don't be shy.
Come closer.
Two down. And out.
Puppy?
Come on, Mike.
Come on.
Thank you, Santa.
- Is he okay?
- Yeah, he slipped.
- Slipped?
- Yeah.
Three down. It's all you, Tor.
Tory "Wild Woman" Bell?
I can't believe you're back.
- Hi.
- Hi.
We're gonna have to catch up later.
Tony? Mario?
Cover's blown. She's running.
Excuse me.
Excuse me. Pardon me.
Watch it!
Excuse me.
What's wrong, Manhattan?
Jersey too rough for you now?
Out for a day of beauty, Donna?
A girl's gotta look her best.
Now, back off me, Bell.
All of you.
I know my rights.
You can't hassle me like this.
I'm a classy lady in these parts.
You're right, Donna. I'm sorry.
We just get ahead of
ourselves sometimes.
That's more like it.
It's like you never left, Tor.
According to Bones,
she's heading east on Ashmore.
Oh, no, you're not going anywhere.
Mikey Muscles. How's it hanging?
Lizzie the Legs.
- Shaved, moisturized and ready for action.
- I'd love to catch up, but this really isn't the...
First of all, you never told
me you were coming back.
What the front door
is that all about?
- I miss you, girl.
- I...
Second, I thought you got out of the
bounty business. That's why you left.
She thought she did too.
But we pulled her back in.
Well, I'm glad.
Liz, I got a great
teaching job there.
So what, you move to
Manhattan and that's it?
It's only through the Holland Tunnel.
But I guess it's also kind
of a different world.
It is to some people.
Liz, I'm sorry I didn't call.
I meant to. It's just that I...
You got all caught up in your new guy.
Been there, done that.
- But you can't forget your girlfriends.
- I know.
So how does it all work, Tory?
I mean, a big banker
and a bounty hunter?
Yeah, how does that work?
It works fine.
I'm not a bounty hunter anymore.
This is kind of a one-off.
Oh, okay.
Well, I hope this whole
visit isn't just a one-off.
- It'd be nice to hang out with you again.
- For sure.
Later, Mikey Boy.
Over and out, Legs.
Smile. Got it.
I get why you don't wanna
hang out with me...
- ... since I'm you're smoking-hot ex-boyfriend.
- Ha, ha, very funny.
Thank you. There's a lot of people on this
side of the bridge who still care about you.
You might wanna think about that while
you're so busy planning your new life.
Worked like a charm.
Good.
What do you think?
If he's in there, that service
door is his access point.
No fugitive wants to be
far away from his vehicle.
Gale, watch the front, I'm gonna take
the east exit. Two of you stay together.
It could be a trap.
Go.
Really?
Okay, that works too.
They're here.
Leopold.
The girl is mine.
You got it, boss.
You hungry?
Tory?
Tory.
I know you're here.
I used that app I showed you.
Mike, 12 o'clock.
All right.
Did the bear just explode?
Who's this guy?
This?
Dad, James.
James, Dad.
All right. Here we go.
How is he?
Delicious and fine.
- It's just a bump.
- Thanks for the house call, Liz.
- Nice having a nurse in your contacts, isn't it?
- Yeah.
Liz, I'm sorry. I let so much
time pass between us.
You were always a really good friend.
I still am.
- You should give me a test-drive sometime.
- You got it.
So aside from Mr. Delicious,
what's so great in Manhattan?
Well, in Manhattan, I can be Tory.
In Trenton, everyone
sees me as "Tornado. "
It's like this role I fell
into that never ends.
- I thought you loved being a bounty hunter?
- No, I do.
I did. But...
You know, I like the
other parts of me.
You know, when I met James,
that's all he saw.
me and it felt great.
The guys here, they just
see me as one of the guys.
One guy didn't.
Oh, I guess I wanted an option
other than Mikey Muscles.
I understand.
All right. House call's over.
- I've gotta get back to work.
- All right.
Thanks again.
Okay, I just need to make
a few little adjustments.
What's she doing with Redneck Santa?
I just want the place to look nice.
- Honey, I worked for hours getting it just right.
- Okay.
Okay. This stuff cannot
be in the house.
What are you so worried about?
He doesn't know about the...
family business.
- You didn't tell him we're bounty hunters?
- It never came up.
I know, I know. It's just...
James is not just another boyfriend.
He's from a whole different world.
Mom, you know. You Googled him.
Tornado Renee Bell...
you can't hide yourself.
She's not hiding herself.
She's hiding us.
I'm not hiding you.
I love you guys.
I do. It's just... Well...
This would be a bit
of a shock for James.
I just need to ease him into it.
Please?
Please, help me. Just play along.
Okay, honey, okay. How?
Just act normal.
Can do.
We got your back, Tor.
Consider it done.
What do you mean by "normal"?
- Let's start by putting the girls away.
- Well, I'll try, but the girls aren't exactly shy.
Okay, Ma, normal people
don't say things like that.
Got it.
Daddy?
Do you have any sleeves?
- Ain't doing it.
- Do it.
- Done.
- Use mine.
- Anything else, sweetie?
- JAMES:
- Just act fancy.
- Oh.
Act fancy.
Oh.
- Cracker?
- Cheese?
Foot rub?
- Sweetie.
- Oh, thank God.
I thought I was...
Did that cheese come out of a can?
Honey, I am so glad
you're feeling better.
You really hit your head hard.
- I did?
- Yeah.
Mom, Dad...
cousin Bones...
this is my boyfriend,
James Ballantine.
Charmed.
Oh.
Nice to meet you all.
Ha, ha. Oh, very festive tree.
- And crossbow.
- I know, right?
That was a wedding gift.
My dear?
Don't mind if I do.
Libation.
You know, I think James
should rest some more.
No, no, no. Really, I'm fine.
So I've never been to this part
of New Jersey. It's very...
Is that a weapon?
It's just a stun gun.
For a little peace of mind, you know.
Criminals always come to the
nice side of town to steal.
Right. Of course.
Got one in sight...
Not to worry,
that's just my police scanner.
Computer game, that I play nonstop.
That's why it's always on.
Oh, you're a gamer?
At work, I have "ExcelTetra. "
No way. Which version?
Five.
Wow, that's impressive.
See? We're all getting
along so well. Ha-ha-ha.
Yes, we are, Mrs. Bell.
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