The Last Boy Scout Page #2

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to farm out a surveillance job.

That's all?

You didn't mention...

No. I didn't mention it.

You knew, didn't you?

I suspected.

Why didn't you say something?

Say what?

"F*** you, Sarah"?

Anything to get a rise out of you.

"You're a lying b*tch, Sarah,"

or "I'll spit in your face. "

Want me to spit on you?

- It would show you had pride.

- Fresh out, honey.

F*** you, Joe. You're never around.

I was lonely!

Buy a dog.

I'm not the one who hates you.

You're the one who hates you.

And I get to live with myself

Alex, the astronaut.

The astronaut.

Last time I saw you drink straight

vodka was because you cheated on Cory.

Why don't you pour me another?

You didn't.

You got to be crazy,

cheating on her.

I got to be something, Harp.

Because all I do is lose friends...

...drink and nail anything

with a heartbeat.

Just stay on that side of the bar.

Should I pay now?

No, you should not.

Put the money away.

Sit down.

The cops can't help?

Sure. After I'm dead,

they'll do the autopsy.

Guess you can't wait that long.

Guess not.

This the only music

they play here?

I hate this funk sh*t.

I may charge extra.

What'd you expect?

The Four Freshmen.

Pat Boone.

Are you my father?

I'm your father.

Put some clothes on.

You're hilarious.

Stand by that speaker.

You'll scream...

"... Play that funky music, white boy!"

The screaming I believe.

Hello, handsome.

Who's the stiff over there?

That's nobody.

It's my turn to dance. Sh*t.

Let's bring out a woman

who's always in the mood.

Put your hands together for

the lovely and talented Miss Cory!

You're nobody.

Don't tell anyone.

Cory says you're nobody.

Nobody's raining on your parade.

I'm keeping an eye on her.

Are you some kind of bodyguard?

Something like that.

Got a match?

Is Cory in trouble?

I don't know. You tell me.

She didn't tell me.

Does that piss you off?

Maybe.

Don't sweat it.

Women have secrets.

Water's wet, the sky's blue,

women have secrets. Who gives a f***?

Want a beer?

So she just hired you?

What, you're in the book or something?

She hired my buddy, Mike.

I'm filling in.

Where's Mike?

He died.

I'm sorry to hear that.

He was an a**hole.

I don't know who you are or what's

going on, but Cory's my girl.

If she's in trouble, I want to know.

Confidential, big boy.

Why don't you tell me anyway?

Nope.

Man, you couldn't protect

a cup of warm piss.

Why don't you just hit me?

Excuse me?

Chickenshit. Bust me in the chops.

An old guy like me can't hurt you.

You know who I am?

James Alexander Dix. Quarterback

for the L.A. Stallions, '89-'90.

Banned from the league

for gambling.

Allegations of drug abuse.

Another tragic tale of wasted youth.

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