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And I need to know that I can count on you.

Hello?

- I gotta go.

- Of course you do.

I'm gonna call you back.

Hey, what?

Douche bag?

What the hell's the matter with you?

Come on, son, this is silly.

You're gonna skin your knee.

I think I'll be all right. Thank you, though.

Just pull over, right up here.

Come on.

You're a very uncooperative guy,

you know that'?

- Come on, give it to me!

- No!

You take care now!

Sh*t!

Sh*t.

I'm chasing a bicycle.

Jesus.

Tricky.

- You moron!

- You're right!

- You maniac!

- Sorry! My fault!

Hey! Give me the envelope!

What?

- You can hear me, you little sh*t.

- Sorry, I can't hear you!

What's it to you? Come on!

Give me the goddamn envelope!

That? No.

No, no, no.

I just wish they wouldn't ride

on the sidewalk, you know?

I mean, look,

I understand you've got a job to do.

Excuse me!

Hey, hey!

Hey, hey, hey! Slow down!

Now, see?

I told you this wouldn't end well for you.

Where'd you go?

Hey!

Come here!

Hey!

Yo, you crazy?

NYPD! I wanna talk to you for a minute!

Great.

Hey! Pull over!

Hey!

Delinquent scum!

Red shirt on the bicycle!

NYPD!

You just caused an accident back there!

Pull over!

Come on.

Sh*t!

My baby!

Sh*t.

You little sh*t.

- Thanks for helping me with this.

- You know I'm always there for you.

Well, I couldn't have done it on my own,

so thanks.

Look, it's none of my business,

but you know you saved yourself a lot of

heartache breaking up with the Coyote Man.

I mean, seriously, you know, he's crazy.

And it's not like

he's some great cyclist or something.

I mean, he's just got a death wish, that's all.

That's no skill.

Only reason he beats me in alleycats

is 'cause the man got a mental instability.

I mean, all that fixie bullshit.

You know, the no brakes, no gears.

- That's ridiculous.

- Yeah, I hear ya.

Look, think about it, okay?

He's broke his left collarbone twice.

Got a couple concussions, a pin in his wrist.

That's when he was doing all that trick stuff.

He's not into that any more.

Okay, sure, but the way he rides.

What does that tell you'?

How much he loves it, I guess.

Then he's got him

some confused priorities, babe.

Yeah. No, Manny.

Hey, my roommate's in some kind of trouble

and she won't text me back.

Can you just drop me off over on Broadway?

Please? I gotta go find her.

- Okay, okay. Okay.

- Thanks.

Jesus.

Sh*t.

- This douche bag tried to...

- I can hear you.

Sorry.

Guy tried to rob me

and run me over with his car.

- Are you injured?

- No.

- You wanna file a complaint?

- No, I want him arrested.

It's like attempted vehicular manslaughter,

or whatever.

Is it, Your Honour? Have a seat,

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