Boone: The Bounty Hunter Page #3

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A friend at the DEA.

Hmm.

So, you know where he went?

Grab your margaritas, senoritas.

We're going to Mexico.

We could be there by morning

and back by sunset.

Morning, like tomorrow morning?

No way.

We need intel on

this guy, this town.

We need gear.

Mexico is a stopover

for this creep.

We gotta strike fast.

Come on, man.

You know Mexico don't

like bounty hunters.

He's right.

They'll let Davenport go

and charge us with abduction.

We're just nicely

asking the murderer

if he'll take a ride

back to L.A. with us.

If we get busted,

which we won't,

we all know it's just

a matter of pesos

to get us out.

We don't have a budget anymore.

The bail was 10 mil.

That's a million dollar bounty.

We're not going...

End of discussion.

Yo, Boone!

Never was good at

following orders.

That's why you love me, right?

Yeah, you're right,

but I'm still not goin'.

What?

And you guys shouldn't, either.

Denny, you know this is crazy.

Boone says it's an easy score.

Kat.

Hey, since I'm out of a job,

I could use the million bucks,

and somebody needs

to watch their asses.

Let's grab the last

of our gear, Denny.

I might not be able to stop

them from following you,

but maybe I can stop you from

leading them into trouble.

Come on, man.

I thought you liked trouble.

I like my wife and my kids more.

Are they the type of kids

that like to eat?

Man, I'm trying to

save our jobs.

Maybe it's time to

find new jobs.

Doing what?

Watching the door

at some club on sunset?

No, man, we worked

too hard for too long.

You think we're gonna

find another gig

that pays this well

to crush bad guys?

Oh, is-is that

what we're doin'?

Yeah.

Look, you're the best soldier

I ever fought with.

But, Boone,

trust me on this one.

You're making a huge

mistake this time.

Talking about going to Mexico.

You don't know that place.

Think.

I am thinking.

I can take care of myself.

You're supposed to take care

of everyone else, too.

It's official.

We're completely off the grid.

What? Damn it.

How am I supposed to

tweet this epic selfie

to the Booneatics?

How will the twitverse survive?

You know, Kat,

I've been thinkin'.

Don't hurt yourself.

We need to relieve the

sexual tension between us.

When we get back

to L.A.,

I think you should

come over to my place.

We'll crack open some beers

and watch some pro wrestling.

Come over.

I'll-I'll show you

some moves.

We could do

some Pilates, some yoga,

you know, Wednesday night stuff.

A showmance could

help the ratings.

Yeah, that's what I'm saying.

I'd do it to save

everyone's jobs.

Fine.

If it'll help the show,

I'll just hook up with Denny.

Look, there are people

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