Remember Me Page #3

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'Cause you're a cop.

-You're supposed to give a sh*t.

-You hear that, Leo?

That's a great relief to me, Mr. Hawkins,

to know that you're on top of the situation.

Now, go home!

-Take a hike, fellas.

-Why don't you...

What...

Hey, pretty boy,

you ready to grab your ankles?

Come here, sweet potato.

You can have your call now.

No, l'm good. l'm good.

Don't worry about it.

-You all right?

-You're good?

You're good?

Okay. Now, thank God you're good.

'Cause l wouldn't want you to get upset

about anything, like being in jail.

l wouldn't want you to worry about that.

You want to tell me what you were doing?

l would like to know. You wanna tell me

what you wanted from that cop guy?

Nothing. lt was just a messed-up situation.

l mean...

Yeah, l'll say.

lt was frigging stupid, is what it was.

These guys, you know, they're just pussies.

You pussies!

That's great. That's good.

Okay, Green Hornet... Lantern.

A**hole!

You know what? You might actually

be having a nice time

not matriculating in school.

But l actually would like to graduate.

lt must be nice living

at the bookstore by yourself

with all your stacks of books and all that,

but, see, l actually plan on having a career,

and a wife, and a girlfriend,

and, l don't know, a divorce

and a mid-life stalking episode,

and erectile dysfunction.

-Little b*tch!

-Shut up!

-F*ggot!

-A**hole!

-So l will thank you, as a friend...

-Shut up!

...to keep your complexes

and your nihilistic bullshit to yourself!

-Did you just say "nihilistic"?

-Yeah! All right? l got it off a cereal box!

Hawkins. Hall.

-Oh, you...

-Yeah.

l called your dad. Sue me.

-Good boy.

-We didn't do anything!

Hey, nice to meet you.

ls she looking for a roommate?

ln the city?

Really?

Hey, l gotta go, but l'll call you back.

Okay. Bye.

So, what'd you tell me

you were gonna do when things got tight?

What, breathe?

-Did you?

-l did. l'm breathing right now.

-Who was that?

-Marie.

Oh.

-How is she?

-She's good.

Mrs. Lippman's gonna drive me.

No. l'll drive you.

Hey.

This drive is too long.

You know you can't smoke in here.

Why do you have an ashtray?

lt's a bowl. lt completes the room.

Good morning,

Hawkins, Stevens, Jacob.

This is a bowl?

-Well, l'm sorry.

-Tyler.

l guess it was just here to tease me.

-Hey, Janine.

-He's ready for you.

-You okay?

-Yeah.

-Really?

-Yeah, l'm fine, Janine.

You look like hell,

and you smell like beer and cigarettes.

-Thank you.

-You want me to lie to you?

Try not to give him a heart attack.

l only came to see how much it cost.

l'm gonna pay you back.

-How much what costs?

-The lawyer.

Ah.

That lawyer, Tyler, costs $450 an hour.

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