The Last Boy Scout Page #3

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You're pissing me off!

It's about time.

Joe Hallenbeck...

...private detective.

You're a lowlife.

At least I didn't sh*t

my talent away on coke.

Spilled my warm cup of piss.

- Get your sh*t. Let's go.

- What's the matter with you?

Shut up!

Get in the cage.

It's cool.

Let's hear it for Miss Cory!

I didn't vote for you,

you son of a b*tch.

So I'm a lowlife.

That's him. He was with her.

Take him and kill him.

No contract on him.

Then do it for free.

Elsewhere.

Alex, the pediatrician.

Alex, the pediatrician.

If I were a cat, I'd purr.

Behave!

Come back to my place with me.

I'll give you your birthday present.

- Does it look like that?

- Do you want it?

- What is it? Give me a hint.

- A hint?

How'd you like to get

your old job back?

Go on. Get in there!

Wrong place, wrong time.

Nothing personal.

So you think.

Last night I f***ed your wife.

You did?

How did you know it was my wife?

She said her husband looked like

a pimp with a hat.

You're cool,

for a guy about to take a bullet.

After f***ing your wife,

I'll take 2.

What's this about you getting

me my old job back?

Where the hell is he?

The detective?

What kind of trouble you in?

I'm not in trouble.

Some creep's threatening me.

- Let's wait inside for Hallenbeck.

- What am I chopped liver?

What's that bum going to do?

Breathe on them?

If the creep shows up,

I'll b*tch-slap him.

I'll follow you home.

Get in your car.

You'll "b*tch-slap" him?

Yeah. B*tch-slap him.

Where you want it? In the chest?

Or the head?

So said your wife.

Stop with the wife sh*t!

Ask me how fat she is.

F*** you!

How fat is she?

So fat I had to roll her in flour

and look for the wet spot.

To f*** her, you slap her

thigh and ride the wave in.

I'm not saying she's fat.

Her high school picture was

an aerial photograph.

You bastard!

And then some.

F***!

Don't get out.

Can't you drive?

Let's get the f*** out of here!

Back up!

Back up.

Leather pants.

What's something like that run?

They're pants?

You wear them?

They don't have

a TV in them?

I am very old.

Something stinks in here.

It's this statement.

Hallenbeck's hiding something.

How do you know?

I know how his mind works!

Every lie has 80%...

...truth to it.

It's scary.

We looking at the same guy?

What are you looking at?

I see a guy who slept

in his clothes.

That's what everybody sees.

- There's more?

- A lot more.

A long time ago,

he saved the President's life.

Her story about a weirdo

hassling her was bullshit?

I don't know what she was into,

but that was a professional hit.

Gangland style.

I figure Mike was working for her,

same as me.

He got scared.

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