Serving Sara Page #4

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when she's in Dallas, moron.

Dallas? Dallas, Texas?

That's right.|And she's not alone either.

She's down here with some|goddamn process server

trying to serve my client.

Who's this Joe anyway?

Is he one of yours?

Joe? Who... Joe-Joe the singer?

No, I...

I don't know a Joe.

I can't say I know a Joe.

Look here, um, Mr. Moore

don't worry about a thing, okay?|All right?

Uh, just give me|a little more time

and as God is my witness

I will nail this b*tch,|I will chase her down

like a German shepherd,|like she owe me money!

Hey...

my wife you're talking|about there, putz.

Of course, sir,|uh, my apologies.

This better get done.

Or I'm going to hang your ass|out to dry, you understand?

"This better get done.

Otherwise, I'm gonna hang|your ass out to dry."

Jesus...

a redneck telling a black man|he gonna hang him.

That's the new millennium.

Page Tony!

And get Farrakhan and them|on the phone.

I-I think they might want|a trip down there.

Doris, could you send|Vernon in here please?

Now, Gordon,|as your attorney

I would advise you not to get|your personal security

involved in the matter.

Mm-hmm. Well, as my attorney,|you screwed this up, dickweed.

Now... let's go over this

one more time.

I'm telling you|I don't know where it is.

You're telling me

you don't know where it is.

No, I swear to God.

Yeah.

Tell Mr. Moore|I'll be there momentarily.

Listen to me

you little punk...

you're not going anywhere

until we find the stapler.

It was Tommy in accounting!|He took it!

I use paper clips!

Oh... ah.

My word.

I'm just getting the brake off.

You're aware of my current|personal situation

right?

As much as you told me...

yes, sir.

See, I got my tail

in a crack here.

And I want you to do|whatever you need to do

to keep this lowlife server|away from me, okay?

Now, my overpaid lawyer|here will fill you in

on his description|and whereabouts.

Now, he's with my wife.

So let's not let|anything happen to her.

But, now, that guy?

Oh, well...

I could give a rat's ass.

Oh, I'll take care of it, sir.

Got Tony on line two.

He says there's a problem.

No kidding.

Where the hell are you?

I'm in Maine.

Maine?

What the hell|you doing in Maine?

I'm freezing my balls off,|that's what.

The b*tch is in Dallas,|you idiot.

Dallas?!

I think Joe set me up.

Oh, there's a news flash.

Look, he's down there with her

trying to serve her husband.

He flipped on us.

He flipped his mark.

Now you go stick your balls|in a cup of hot cocoa.

Click your heels three times,|Dorothy

and get down to Dallas.

You nail her first

or we are done, it's over.

You understand?

You know, I need to call|Miss Cleo.

Psychics, psychics...|is that "P" or "S"?

Let me guess...|employees of the month?

Ha, ha.

So I just... I just don't know.

What's normal anymore?

Hi, Doris.

What's going on?

I would love to tell you

but I can't.

Mr. Moore had his lawyer

make all of us sign...

affidavits...

this morning saying

we wouldn't divulge|his whereabouts.

Hmm. Nice.

Well, you've been|completely useless, Doris.

I really wish|I hadn't been

so nice to you|over the years.

Let's go.|Let's go.

So what's in Durango?

Oh, he just bought|a cattle ranch there.

I haven't been there|myself yet, though.

It's Gordon's little|pet project.

How do you feel|about walking faster?

- Good.|- Good.

Two tickets on the next|flight to Durango, please.

Okeydokey.|Um, I just need

a credit card|and some ID, please.

Sure.

There you go.

Oh.

Well, at least|those two are happy.

Oh, please. That has "affair"|written all over it.

Why do you say that?

Who makes out|with their wife?

See, ring...

no ring.

I bet Gordon's having an affair.

You think?

Yeah.

You know what, I really do.

Um, I'm sorry, miss,|but my computer shows

that your credit card's|been, um, canceled.

Canceled?

Gordon virus.

Goddamn it!

No. No, no, no.

Look, I know he wants|to divorce me

but, believe me, he would not|want me to be penniless.

Um, excuse me, could|you try this card?

Honey, if he|canceled that card

he canceled all the cards.

Excuse me, one second.

No, uh...

Denise... hi.

It's not...

Oh, no.

I just landed.

I'll take care of business...

Hey, fatboy,|you need to watch where...

Uh, these tickets

say, uh, "Durango."

Uh, we need,|we need to go to Amarillo.

It's going to take me|another minute.

Hey, Joe.

What a nice surprise.

Oh, nice look,|Don Ho.

So racking up

those frequent flyer miles?

Yeah, thanks for the world tour,|ass wipe.

Well, you've been|tipping off my marks

for about a month, so I figured

it was payback time.

You figured that out, huh?

Yeah, using my brain and all.

Yeah, well, the way I see it

all those jobs were mine|before you came along.

So I was just taking back|what already belonged to me.

You grew up around a lot|of lead paint, didn't you?

Enough of the chitchat.|Where's the girl?

- What girl?|- The girl.

Oh, Sara?

Yeah.

Oh, I think she's in Copenhagen.|Right, Copenhagen?

Yeah.

Really?

Yeah, the luge finals.

Oh.

Well, that wouldn't be her|walking out of the bathroom

over there now,|would it?

Yo, Tony!

What?

Hey, look, that man...

He's trying to serve you.

- What?|- Come on.

Go, go, go, go!

Here.

Ooh!

Oh!

Oh, no.

No.

You okay?

No.

Oh, God!

Can we get off, please?

Oh!

My pant leg's stuck.

Oh.

Okay. Uh...

Here.

What are you doing?

Okay.

Jesus Christ! I said "help me,"|not "undress me."

Oh, I'm sorry...|I didn't hear you

over the big machine

that was going to rip you|into little pieces.

Come on.

Well, I only have|half a pair of pants on

if you hadn't noticed.

Well, I for one|think you look great.

Find me something to wear.

Okay.

No, not this one.|Look there.

- Here.|- No.

I'll do it.

American woman...

Huh.

Which Judd sister are you?

Hey, it's the only|thing that fitted.

That fits?

Yes.

Yee-haw.

I ain't cleaning it up.

Excuse me, cowboy.

Miss, I'm looking for my friend.

You know, the guy|I was talking to before.

You mean that guy who|threw the dog at you?

Yeah, what a kidder,|always playing jokes.

Can you tell me|where he's going?

- Amarillo.|- Amarillo?

Amarillo, yeah.|But our last flight just left

and he didn't get his tickets.

This his wallet?

Yeah.

Good.

I'll make sure he gets it back.

Oh, no. Sir...

Amarillo.

What the hell is in Amarillo?

A**hole.

comes to Dallas

this Friday, Friday, Friday!

at the Union Arena.

See Cyclops thrash...

Baby, I was down for the count

about to drown...

I think we should find|a hotel.

What? We're making great time.

You said we're like|three hours away.

All I know is,|is that if you sneak

onto a cattle ranch|in the middle of the night

two things are|guaranteed to happen:

one, you're going|to tread in cow sh*t;

and two, you're going|to get shot.

So, you want to get a hotel?

I can't forget your face

It's not impossible...

Come and get 'em, Joe.

I'll be waiting.

Oh, your sister's ass.

Don't shoot! Don't shoot!

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