The Hunters

Did you get it?

Okay.

Let's go.

Jesus. Look at this.

She leaves all her shit

in the back of the car.

Damn it.

She can come out here

and look for 'em!

What's up, Oliver?

Take it easy, man.

You're not working tomorrow, are you?

Yeah yeah.

Yeah, I am working tomorrow.

Yeah, that boss

of mine gives me

a 6:
00 AM wake-up call

on a Sunday.

40 PCs and printers

to hook up to a network.

A Sunday...

it's rough, but it's not

that big a deal.

I'm sure it'll go by real fast.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, man.

I shouldn't take it out

on Beth either.

It's not cool.

It's not her fault.

She does her best.

I mean

she... she's probably sick

of my horseshit anyway,

you know?

She's been throwing

some fits and it's...

the married life, my friend...

it's not exactly

what they say it is.

But I tell myself

I'm a lucky man,

you know?

And I am, really.

You know, I mean...

...if it weren't

for Beth...

she's a great woman.

I don't regret it.

And the whole thing with...

Ronny, what's the matter?

Did you hear that?

No, Ronny.

Hear what?

It's, uh...

it's nothing.

It's... it's nothing.

- It's... it's gone.

- F*ck you.

It's probably the kids.

- Hey, here they are.

- Yeah, man.

It's, like... the last time

there was this fag

at the Borny Tae club,

you know, man?

The jerk thinks

he's a Mike Tyson.

He jumps into the fucking ring

and the motherfucker tried

these weak-ass judo kicks,

but I smashed his head to pulp.

Pow! You know?

He tries to defend himself,

but I'm just like...

Pow! Pow!

I cracked his skull

and then, two seconds later,

he was history.

- Yeah.

- Fucking K.O.

You're just like Freddy, man.

- Yeah?

- I gotta introduce him to you.

- Yeah, man, do that.

- Last time, man,

we had a bust-up

with these punks in Queen's.

- Yeah?

- And there was this one fag,

- the youngest...

- You fucking beat his ass?

We caught him in the alley,

just behind the Queen's.

Stephen,

you unload your weapon?

Oh shoot.

Good job, kid.

You did good this weekend.

- Good boy.

- Thanks.

Ronny, what's your deal?

- You gonna hang out this weekend?

- I don't think so.

- Yeah.

- You know, I gotta work on Sunday too.

Homework to grade, got the school party

in two weeks' time.

- Stop it.

- I mean the school party for Christ's sakes.

Like, f*ck.

- Here's to Sunday.

- Sunday.

Come on, man.

Hey, let's go.

You've got to get to work.

- You'll be late.

- Will, looks like you're ridin' with me.

- Yeah, I'll call you later.

- No doubt.

- See ya later, guys.

- See ya, Steve.

- Le Saint.

- The chief wants to see you.

Now.

- Who are you?

- I'm Le Saint.

- The army guy.

- Oh yeah, the new guy.

Wait a second.

I gotta check.

Sir?

There's a guy here... Saint.

He's waiting at the door.

You got a meeting

with the boss?

Watch out...

he's no pussycat.

All right, send him in.

You know, half the time

I don't even know what it's gonna be

until they put it

on the desk in front of me.

So at this point

I can't make any predictions.

The best thing for me to do

is wait till I see a copy of it.

We'll talk about it, all right?

All right?

Thanks a lot.

Okay.

Phoebe, procedures.

- The arresting officer will restrain the sus...

- I'm Le Saint, sir.

Sit down, sit down.

-- Will restrain the suspect.

until his partner has

a chance to read him his rights.

Let's leave the rest

of that until tomorrow, okay?

Would you get us

a cup of coffee?

- Sure.

- All right. Okay.

So, Le Saint, huh?

- Yeah.

- What is that, French?

Yeah. Actually,

my father was...

That's right, that's right.

Your father. That's right.

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