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When you stopped that tsunami?

When you stopped 9/11?

When you saved everyone?

This is nothing.

This is nothing.

This is nothing.

9-1-1 dispatch.

Unconfirmed report of armed

robbery in progress.

Suspect male, Hispanic,

grey-hooded sweatshirt,

vicinity of Griswold

and Michigan.

Griswold?

F***...

All right, all right!

Let's go, motherf***er!

Please, please, please, please...

Please?

What, this kind of please?

He said all

that stupid sh*t, not me, man.

Do it...

Do it...

Do it...

Unconfirmed armed assailant:

Hispanic, male, grey-hooded

sweatshirt.

Joe's Party Store, 1145 Griswold

and State Street.

Responding,

vicinity of Griswold and Michigan.

ETA five minutes.

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So, look, I--

I didn't come here to--

I don't want

to f*** you again.

Okay.

Rewind.

I don't-- I do want--

That's not why I'm here.

The reason that I--

All right, hold it.

I'm not here for that re--

that's not--

That's not the reason I'm--

I didn't come here

so that we--

I like this part.

Which part?

This part.

Yeah.

Yeah...

It's beautiful.

Heh, yeah, I bet you say that

to all the girls.

Could I ask you

a personal question?

Maybe.

How old are you?

Oh, wow.

You don't look it.

Or act it,

that's for sure.

Right.

That's funny.

How about you?

Jesus Christ!

Yeah, it's

kind of a gap, huh?

Uh, yeah.

Not that I mind,

you know,

but I'm old enough

to be your dad!

Thanks for

that image.

What?

Oh, come on!

I was kidding.

No, you were not.

And even if you are,

you're right.

No!

Virginia!

Wait, come on!

Hang on a sec.

Hang on!

Look, I-- Sometimes

I say stupid things, okay?

I'm an idiot!

Look, it's fine.

I-I have to be

somewhere anyway.

Hold on a second!

See you 'round.

No, wait!

Virginia!

What are you doing?

"I'm old enough

to be your dad?"

Right, because there are so many

13-year-old dads out there.

What is wrong with you?

Why can't you control yourself

around her?

Why?

Because when I'm with her

the world disappears.

When I hold her,

anything is possible.

When I'm inside her,

there is only us.

There is no more pain,

there is no more crime,

there is no more blood.

Well, well, well.

Yeah, what's goin' on

lately?

It's like the

Wild West around here!

Oh, yeah.

Crime scene two

is all I got.

What are you

talkin' about?

It starts at

crime scene one.

If you or your mother,

or your sister

or your secret lover,

Bruce, anyone,

ever gets accosted

by a bad guy,

and he tries to make you leave

and go somewhere else, run.

Kick.

Scream.

Whatever you got to do

to not go with him,

'cause that's crime

scene one.

What he's trying to do is to get

you to go to crime scene two.

Crime scene two is usually

where it ends, and...

it usually ends badly.

There is rarely, if ever,

a crime scene three.

Feel me?

Oh, hey, Pete.

You didn't hear about

a robbery the other night?

Uh, Thursday, a place

over near Griswold?

There was an armed robbery

at a party store.

And a homicide,

and some blown windows

at a coney

down the street.

I don't know. Why?

It's no big deal.

I was at the party store.

Some kid boosted my wallet

and cell phone.

You report it?

Nah.

It's okay.

I mean, you guys got

your hands full as it is.

Like I said,

it's no big deal.

All right.

But you still gotta have

a statement, so...

give Jimmy a call,

we'll set it up.

All right, will do.

Thanks, oss-i-fer.

You seem...

off.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

Happy...

or some sh*t.

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Um, you wanna get

separate tables, or...?

No.

I'm sorry.

I've just got some stuff

to figure out.

No, of course.

You know what?

Let's slow things

way, way down.

You know, I thought that

we could start off

by picking baby names,

so how about

Dillon and Paiden?

Yeah, that sarcasm was mildly

cute for a few minutes,

but it doesn't really

tell me anything about you.

Okay, fine.

Anything you want. Go.

I'm just getting

a weird feeling from you.

I like you,

but I don't know

if I trust you.

Okay, and uh, well then,

get to know me.

I've been in

relationships before

where I didn't

trust my feelings,

and I can't

do that anymore.

Right.

Like the last winner

you were with.

No.

It's complicated.

Well, um...

I'm interested.

He's going through some

tough times right now.

His mom's really sick.

She's been great to me.

And Ravi hurt his neck

on a rigging job last year.

He's just kind of

wallowing in that.

Is he? So he's--

he's not doin' much?

And then he got

hooked on Vicodin,

I mean, he's always

used drugs.

I used to be really bad

with that stuff too,

but I've slowed

way down.

In your old age?

Heh.

Yeah.

I just can't live like that

anymore, you know?

Actually, I, uh,

I hate to admit it,

but I can relate.

I kind of went through

a bout myself.

Yeah, I noticed

you don't drink.

It's good.

No, it's really good.

I got my work to focus on,

and now MateBucket.

Right.

But what do you do

for fun?

I-- I don't know.

You know what?

Mostly I get dressed up

and ask smart,

beautiful women

out on really

awkward dates.

And how's that

workin' out for you?

It's about 50/50.

Yeah.

Oh, that's a lie.

It's probably 90/10,

against.

Heh.

But, uh...

You know, you gotta give me

credit for trying.

I do.

I do.

Actually,

I got dressed up too.

Hmm.

F***.

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Mmm.

Mmm, that feels nice.

Now I know something else

about you.

Oh, yeah?

And what's that?

You smile in your sleep.

I do not.

Yeah.

I wish I had my camera.

Mmm,

I don't believe you.

Mmm.

But I'm smiling now,

that's for sure.

My God!

Don't you ever stop?

Not really, no.

But you're old!

You need your rest!

What time is it?

Oh sh*t!

Oh sh*t, I'm sorry!

Oh, good,

then I can get my sleep.

I'm so sorry!

I gotta

get outta here!

Goodnight, Aiden.

Goodnight?

What are you talking about?

It's almost 9?

Oh, sh*t!

Oh, hey, uh,

can I use your cell?

I lost mine.

Yeah, it's over

on the dresser.

Do you even know

how to use that thing?

Uh...

Uh-huh, yeah.

Yeah.

Uh, hi!

Uh, what's parking like

over there?

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Get the f*** away!

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Oh, sh*t.

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Oh, sh*t.

Ha, ha!

You've been

a bad, bad boy, huh?

You like f***in' little girls,

you piece of sh*t?

Huh?

What, your daughter not good

enough for ya?

Is she too old-school?

I'm sorry, what?

Say it again.

I'll f***in' do it.

I'll do it.

Give me a reason, Barry.

Oh, stop f***in' crying.

Stop f***in' whimpering,

you f***in' baby.

You want any wallet-sized?

It's gonna cost you extra.

Heh-heh, that's pretty good!

That's not bad.

"You wanna do wallet-sized?

That'll cost you extra."

Oh!

I was just wondering

if I could...

borrow...

Um, sh*t.

I'm sorry. Come in.

Yeah, I just wanted

to see where you live.

Well, I'm sorry the place

is a bit of a mess.

The maid's off sick.

Can I get you something?

No thanks, I'm fine.

Do you take these

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