Hellbent2004

Eddie:
Hey. I saw you today. At the tattoo shop? We talked about the murders? Do you remember?

Jake:
Yeah, I do. I do remember. Eddie, what do you want?

Eddie:
Like to know your name.

Jake:
I bet you would, all right. Look, do I have a stalker? Cause I know you're definitely not a real cop.

Eddie:
You know, it's Halloween. My handcuffs are real.

Jake:
[unimpressed] Right on. Unfortunately you have no gun.

Eddie:
No, I left it at home.

Jake:
So you do shoot, then.

Eddie:
Yeah, I do. A little. I used to shoot because I wanted to be a cop. But I didn't pass the physical. I hurt my eye.

Jake:
Your eye looks fine.

Eddie:
Well, it's not. Half my field of vision is gone. My depth perception is shot. Can't even drive.

Jake:
You don't hit on guys much, do you?

Eddie:
No.

Jake:
[holds his hand out to shake after a slight uncomfortable pause] Look, I'm Jake.

Eddie:
[shaking hands] What changed your mind?

Eddie:
I wanted to see you shoot.