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in your current condition,

you'll be dead by tomorrow.

- What about the police?

- You're a wanted felon,

Flamingo.

So, I'm just

supposed to trust you.

Okay, Flamingo,

I know this is probably the last thing

in the world that you want to hear,

but I'm just going to say it, so

please, pay attention and look at me.

I am all you've got.

Why are you helping me?

We're helping each other.

You and me!

You know, it's a real shame you're rocking

this whole memory-lapse thing because

we had some pretty sweet team-building

experiences in the past little bit.

So, um...

Do we have a deal or what?

- Yeah.

- Yeah!

That's what I'm

talking about, Flamingo.

Bringing

the band back together.

You and me, reunion tour,

fireworks,

and unicorn stallions.

I'm not killing anyone.

Oh, that's okay.

I'm an excellent killer.

I'll take care of that.

That's not a problem at all.

Okay, okay, okay.

First things first,

we need some guns and intel,

which, as newly appointed

leader, I will take care of.

Tomorrow, we are going to go

visit my good friend Lemmy.

Girly,

you'd better get some sleep because

tomorrow is going to be f***ing awesome.

You calling me Gwenny is what

don't make no sense, old man.

Let her go.

Name's Flamingo.

Give me Room 88.

Flamingo. Flamingo.

Who are you,

Mr. Cyrus Brenwin?

She owes me everything!

What the f***

do you want with me?

"88 Wilmont Lane. "

I guess we'll just

have to find out.

We need some guns and intel.

As newly appointed leader, I

will totally take care of it.

Who did you say this was?

- Lemmy.

You are going to love her.

Conrad, Richard.

How are you doing, fellas?

Ready?

Heya, Lemmy!

- Hey, Ty.

Get your sweet ass in here.

Ain't she pretty?

She likes you.

I have got something

I'm just dying to show you.

This here tortoise.

It took me 34 tries

to get him just right.

But look at his smile.

I mean, look at his grin.

Tortoises are just so cute. They're

stupid, but they live forever.

Well,

I'm just about leisured out.

Ty, what can I

do for you, baby?

Well...

Gotta restock.

Conrad, Richard?

Totally untraceable,

as per usual.

Nice.

Lemmy, while I'm here,

have you, by chance, been keeping up

your business relationships with Cyrus?

You're kidding me, right, Ty?

I mean,

he's completely lost it.

Little birdy told me

that he severed ties

with Vinny the other day,

killing one of his boys in the process

and sewing the other boy's lips shut.

You know where we

can find Cyrus now?

I haven't

the slightest clue, honey.

I mean,

he's been hanging real low

ever since some crazies opened

up on him at the bowling alley

the other night.

You wouldn't happen to know anything

about that now, would you, Ty?

No, of course not.

I didn't think so.

Well, enough about that.

It's boring.

Shall we?

I have got this new toy

I'm just dying to show you.

Check this out.

Oh! It was blessed by a Tibetan

monk that I sell grenades to.

Ain't she sexy?

Police! Don't move!

Everybody down on the floor.

Oh, sh*t.

Oh, me, oh my.

Drop your weapon.

Well, that ain't fun.

Fire!

Fire!

Drop your weapon.

Shoot!

Shoot! Shoot!

God damn it.

Don't move!

Get her!

On my signal,

we make a run for it.

We've got an

officer down. Need backup now.

Don't worry.

This shield's been blessed

by the Pope, yeah?

Yeah.

Don't worry.

It's just a flesh wound.

I'll walk it off.

Get out of here, sexies.

12-10, we have two suspects.

Standing by.

All right.

Look at me. Look at me.

We gotta go, Flamingo, okay?

Lemmy just got

shot in the throat.

- On the count of three.

- No!

One,

two, three! Go!

Go! Come on!

Sheriff,

they're coming your way.

Ready your weapons.

Hang on tight, girly.

Don't move!

Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!

Go! Go! Go! Go!

Fire!

Come on!

- Stop right there!

- Flamingo!

Get down!

Get down!

I said stop.

You are under arrest.

Who are you,

Mr. Cyrus Brenwin?

"88 Wilmont Lane. "

This goes, I go.

We're gonna sail

across the ocean one day.

I don't even know how to sail.

We'll figure it out.

We probably

need a boat first.

Now get this right,

Winks, don't f*** it up.

You ready?

Hold it up, hold it up!

Pretend you're tough.

Aster has affected her mind.

I'm going to marry

you one day, Gwen.

Kill them both!

Aster, we have to go!

They're gonna kill us!

Gwenny's mine!

She always has been,

always will be!

Oh,

this is my favorite song.

Oh, I'm so sick of that song.

This goes, I go.

Oh,

I'm sorry, is that a threat?

Give me that.

You're just going

to use it against me.

Here we are...

- No!

...with Miss Gwen, successfully

surviving yet another birthday celebration.

Tell us,

Gwen, how do you feel?

Old.

Old?

Can you put that

down now, please?

Do you want to dance with me?

Yes.

Happy birthday, Gwen.

Thank you.

We are rolling.

All right, Izzy, you got it?

Yep, I got it.

All right. Thanks, man.

All right. We're good.

Whoa.

- Where are we going?

- Come on, birthday girl.

What horrible thing are

you plotting? - And sit.

What did you get me?

Oh!

- I love this!

- Yeah?

Yeah! Thank you.

Thank you!

Thank you, everybody.

Happy birthday.

That DVD was found

at the diner where

you shot the waitress,

whose name, by the way, was Mary, and

you better pray that she pulls through.

Now, Gwen,

you have a clean record, at

least you did up until yesterday,

and it's clear that your boyfriend,

Aster, meant a great deal to you,

so help me

understand how it is

that you end up sitting across

this table from me today.

I don't know.

Well, look, I ain't gonna

blow smoke up your ass.

You're in a shitload

of trouble.

You shot that waitress

in broad daylight.

Witnesses everywhere.

I don't even know

how I got to the diner.

I don't remember going there.

I found a gun in a bag,

and then it was in my hand,

and then,

I was scared.

There's a big

horrible mistake.

A mistake?

Was the Starlight a mistake?

Huh?

The Starlight Inn?

'Cause that's where we found

Samuel Winston,

better known as Winks, dead,

along with this fellow who works for

Cyrus, who went by the name of Izzy,

also dead.

But I don't

know what happened.

Sweetheart,

that's how we found you.

The manager

at the Starlight Inn

tipped us off to

a young woman and a man

leaving the premises

in a cream-colored El Camino.

That young lady was

registered to Room 88

where we found

the bodies of Izzy and Winks.

Oh, and your prints?

They're all over

the crime scene.

The only thing

that doesn't fit

is the young lady in question was

registered under the name of Flamingo.

- But...

- No, no.

Let me finish.

This gets real interesting.

This morning, one of my men

spotted that cream-colored El

Camino heading down Route 17.

That's how we traced you

to that house where your friends

and you killed five of my people.

And your friend with the El

Camino, what was it he called you?

Flamingo!

That's right.

So this brings me full circle,

right back to my original question,

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