Boone: The Bounty Hunter Page #2

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I'm good at keepin' secrets.

You know that.

And after this, we're even?

What do ya got?

Get in, babe.

Let's test your

snorkeling skills.

It feels fizzy.

Taste it.

Like, now you're afraid

of what goes in your mouth?

Come on.

Try it.

Champagne infused.

Costs me 12 large every

time I fill it up.

Ryan!

Oh, damn it.

Just if he asks

you any questions,

you don't speak English.

Ryan!

Jump on in.

You, too, sexy tessy.

Did you share anything with her?

Oh, a couple times.

She's a grand an hour.

You really think

I would waste a second

talking about my dad?

You're Cole Davenport?

Oh, come on, shut it.

No, no, no.

Please, I-i want to know

more about my son's friends.

She's not a friend.

She's a whore.

Even better.

Ryan was telling me

about your new product.

I have people high up

in distribution

who could really...

Oh, my god!

Now, I have to drain

the whole thing!

That's not water, dad!

That's wasteful!

You wanna talk about waste?

Waste is when you have

a warehouse full of people

slaving for ten months

to produce enough product

for one massive shipment,

and then I have my son

steal some of the product,

use it with his girlfriend,

and now she's dead on the floor!

That was an accident.

Well, you know what?

Your accident now has my product

in her bloodstream.

You know what that means?

The feds know what to look for.

So, I want you to get

your ass out of that pool,

because I need to go

down to the plant

to speed up production,

and you are comin' with me.

No!

I can't have you mouthin'

off to the FBI.

I mean...

Come on, I wouldn't

rat on you, dad.

No, dumbass.

You never will.

Tess here has invited

the Cardoza brothers.

I guarantee you they will

take care of you.

Oh, come on, I don't

need babysitters.

No more parties, no more whores,

no more loose ends.

No more screw-ups.

Ryan Davenport,

trust fund kid charged with

the second degree murder

of candy Charley.

Cops found her body

on the side of route 101

with enough rohypnol

in her system

to knock out a rhinoceros.

And... get this.

They found a new designer drug

in her system, too.

I'm telling you guys,

we nab this weasel,

and he leads them to

the snoopy sauce.

It's huge.

Hey, uh, Boone,

this is a real case.

Yeah, this isn't

hog-tying Kardashians.

We're a TV show.

We were a TV show.

You didn't tell them?

This is our last episode.

Damn.

Not if we score massive

ratings by Booneing

a spoiled d-bag who buys

his way out of trouble.

Okay, his trial starts tomorrow.

How do you even

know he's gonna skip?

He already did, this morning.

He left the state?

Oh, yeah, he's a skipper.

Where-where'd

you get these?

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