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You want Julia.
No. You asked me to help you,
and I'm here to help.
You really don't think
I can read you?
I know everything there is
to know about you.
Don't squander
this opportunity, Nick.
I know for a fact
you can use a good
recommendation on
Judgment Day, okay?
I think you're smelling
what I'm selling.
Any more questions?
What's with
the Steely Dan?
Noidea.
It's always playing.
Let's do this.
Yes, let's.
This Will tickle a bit.
What the...
Clench 'em
and get over here.
Hey,
are you my lawyer?
Settle down!
This is holding.
We call them "Deados. "
Until they pop, they
look like regular people,
so no one except us knows
they're monsters inside.
You see, if you
slip through the cracks
and stay on Earth
after you die,
your soul rots.
If they rot,
the world rots.
Global warming, black plague,
bad cell reception, get it?
Without the R.I.P.D.,
the world would
have been overrun
by these dead people
some time in 1954.
How is staying
an option?
A hundred-and-fifty-thousand
people die every day.
This system wasn't designed to
handle that kind of volume.
Welcome to the big league.
R.I.P.D. Boston.
Before you are the greatest law
officers who ever lived and died.
We're the third biggest
precinct in the force.
What's the first?
Boca.
R.I.P.D. Scottsdale
does a lot of volume, too.
Trust me, chest hair is
making a big comeback.
I'm telling you,
chicks dig it.
It's a lot to take in
on your first day dead.
But don't worry, your partner
will explain it all to you.
No! Get your
hands off me!
I said,
getyourhands
off
me!
Come on, Roy.
Oh, you come on.
Just because I'm the only
one willing to lethal-up.
Oh, Jesus.
No, you Jesus!
Roy!
What?
He was going for the door.
I'll plant a gun on him if it
makes you feel any better.
Would you like to take this
up with Eternal Affairs?
We both know what this is
about, don't we, honey pot?
Not the time, Roy.
Why not have it out now?
I'm comfortable.
Roy, meet your new partner,
Nick Walker.
We've been over this before.
I'm a one-man operation.
Not a choice, Roy.
No. You gotta earn that.
Come on, rookie.
Grab your huevos.
Please follow
all posted regulations.
Department hygiene regulations
are for your benefit.
Tuck on in.
Don't be shy.
Goin' for a ride.
When was the last time
you got a VCR repaired?
Point taken.
That's right,
you're back.
Don't wet your pants
over it. Come on.
Don't wanna be late.
Proctor likes to
start you off
with some closure.
Get in!
Disappointing
turnout, huh?
Expected more.
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