2045 the Bounty Hunter Page #3

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-Yes. Yes.

-I take it you're interested?

-Am I interested?

-Oh, God. Okay.

-You are the best friend...

-All right. Okay.

-...any guy could ever have.

-Milo. Cheque.

Okay. Can I have my gum back?

You know what this is?

This, baby, is karma.

-Are you sure you can handle this?

-Why wouldn't l?

Because it's her, and around her

you're not rational.

Sweetheart,

I won't even break a sweat.

Oh, sh*t.

Hello, love.

Oh, Jesus.

Oh, God. Kitty?

I was in the neighbourhood...

...and I had lent her

some paintbrushes months ago.

-And she just refuses to--

-Okay, okay, okay.

She didn't show up to court today.

And I think it's because she has a lead

on some story.

And I wanna work on it with her

as a team because l....

Because I'm kind of hoping

it would help solidify...

...our thing.

Are you sleeping with her, Stewart?

-We have a history.

-A history, huh?

Yeah, well, good luck with that.

Don't be such a wuss.

Come on, l'm sorry.

Come on, kitty, kitty, kitty.

-You're not Jimmy.

-Oh, God. No, I'm not.

-But l'm looking for him.

-Under the chair?

-Maybe you could help me.

-I can't fit under there.

-No--

-Who are you?

-I'm-- I'm his girlfriend.

-You're Lakeisha?

Yeah, that would be me. Lakeisha.

Named after my Aunt Lakeisha.

-Well, maybe I shouId call the cops.

-No, no, no. Jimmy's in trouble.

What kind of trouble?

Money trouble? Drug troubIe?

-I don't--

-Sex-change trouble?

I don't really know.

I just know that he's missing.

Yeah, well, l had a lousy week too.

My cousin Linda

fell off the cruise ship.

I'm so sorry.

Well, a grown woman

ought to know how to swim.

Yes, l hear you.

Now would you mind

if I just took a quick look around...

...just to see if l can find some clue

as to where he might be?

Thing is, Stew, she'll make you think

she's interested in you.

But really she's only interested

in her big hotshot career.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Wait a minute. Wait, you're Milo.

You're Milo, right?

She talks about you all the time.

-Really?

-Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah, man, absolutely.

Yeah, she hates you.

Wait, what do you mean?

She hates me?

Oh, yeah. Big time. Yeah.

She says-- She says you're, like,

the most selfish, immature--

-Wait, l'm seIfish?

-Yeah. Stubborn.

-I'm immature?

-I don't know. That's what she says.

You know what? Forget it. Okay?

I'm not even gonna

dignify that with-- Whatever.

Oh, yeah.

Hey, look, l'm on your team, man.

No, you're not, Geraldo.

I don't allow reporters on my team.

Oh, and for the record,

I'm the one who hates her.

Okay? So just shut up

and stop pissing me off.

Okay. Sorry.

Borgata Hotel, Atlantic City.

How may I direct your call?

Figures. Run home to Mommy.

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