Loosies Page #3

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- I've been good.

- I'm good.

Good.

- Not much.

I was just on my lunch break.

- I tried calling you,

but your phone was disconnected

or something.

- Yeah.

Yeah, no, I got a...

I got a new one.

I mean, maybe we can get

together for lunch sometime

and, you know, catch up.

I'd do it now, but...

- I'm pregnant.

- You... you're what?

- Pregnant.

- Wow, that's...

I mean, congratulations.

That's really great.

I... that's... wow.

How... how far along?

- Three months.

- You said three?

- It's yours, Bobby.

- Okay, hold on a second,

because, you know, we only

did it that one night so...

- Actually, we did it

a few times that night.

- Right, but we only did it

that one night.

Well, once is enough.

- Okay, uh...

Well, how do you know

it's mine?

Hey! Hey!

That's a legitimate question.

- What, you just think

I sleep around?

You think I'm a slut

or something?

- Well, we had

a one... night stand, so given...

- You had a one... night stand.

I tried calling you.

- Hey, listen, listen.

- Don't touch me.

Don't ever touch me again.

- Excuse me.

Ls everything okay?

- Look, it's fine.

She's my girlfriend.

- Oh, that's a laugh!

- It's okay, officer.

What are you trying to do,

get me arrested?

Now, listen, you came

looking for me.

I'm not gonna go chasing you

all over town.

If you don't want to talk to me,

then fine.

- First of all,

I didn't go looking for you.

I pretty much wrote you off

three months ago.

I happened to see you

standing there,

thought maybe you'd like to know

you're gonna have a kid

out there in the world

in case you bump into it

one day.

So now you know.

You a**hole.

- Now, wait.

Just wait, will you?

- What can I get you?

- Hey, you got a loosie?

- What?

- Loosie, loosie.

- Yeah, how'd you know?

- What?

- My name.

Lucy.

- Psychic, I guess.

- Hmm.

(soft music)

(train rumbling)

(electronic beeping)

(grunting)

- All right, all right,

all right.

Your father's debt?

Now it's your debt.

From now on, you work for me.

(electronic beeping)

- Who am I?

Who am I?

Detective Bobby Correlli,

that's who I am.

Right here.

(whistling)

I see you.

What are you, a squirrel?

Stop in the name of the law!

- Hey, Bobby.

Shut up!

- Take you downtown,

and not for a drink either.

- Alex Rodriguez hits one

deep to left.

(grunts)

- Plate glass window I like it.

Very Dirty Harry.

- Listen, it was you.

You said whatever it takes.

- Thanks, Pete.

That's what I like about you,

Sully.

Always do everything

just the way you want,

never give a sh*t

what anyone thinks.

- Well, why should I stop now?

It's my life.

It's what I do.

What else am I gonna do?

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