Beer for My Horses Page #8

No offense there, Manny.

They're not all fat.

So you see, pretty simple.

I don't need a Deputy-Do-Right

and his girlfriend

prowling around my ranch

making things complicated.

Let her go, Buck.

First, release my brother.

Danger is often

just an illusion

created in our minds.

When danger becomes a reality,

it must be met head-on.

With an illusion.

What?

Tito, are you okay?

La puerta. The door.

The door?

Tengo gusto del quesa.

You taste like cheese?

Hi, everybody.

What have you done

with my brother?

Holy crap.

Annie.

Rack.

Lonnie, cover me.

Have you no pride, Santo?

Get up and fight!

Cover me.

Watch the suit, man.

Whose idea

was it to lock this door?

Manuel?

What did you do to my brother?

Oh, crap.

I'm going to enjoy this.

Junior.

Let her go, Buck.

Sorry, son.

We've got to play

this thing out right now.

You'd kill your own daughter?

Stepdaughter ain't blood.

You know, you should

never have come back, honey.

Your momma's gonna be okay.

With all that goofy juice

I've been feeding her,

she won't remember

her own name next week.

You son of a b*tch.

That's it, Johnny.

Send him to hell.

Right destination,

wrong passenger.

What?

I don't believe we've met.

Agent Levon Spurlock, FBI.

What?

Three years undercover, Buck.

Glad to finally see you go down.

Here, brother. I owe you one.

It's gonna be okay. I got you.

You all right, baby?

I am now.

Hey, Rack.

You know, these boots are nice.

You can't find these Mexican

silver wing tips in Oklahoma.

Hey, Johnny. Hey, Annie.

Hi, Lonnie.

Meet Agent Levon Spurlock.

Hey, I'm Lonnie.

Nice to meet you.

Look at Junior.

He put the kick-ass

smack down on Tito.

Good dog, Junior.

Police dog.

Manuel Garza,

the strong-arm leader

of one of Mexico's

largest drug cartels

was incarcerated earlier today

in Oklahoma City.

He and his brother Tito Garza

has been the subject

of a five-year

undercover FBI investigation...

Hey. Hey, look at that.

Look at the TV.

An FBI spokesman

told the reporters

that the pair

had financed a large...

Hey, ain't that Johnny Franks?

I'd say he is.

Rack, it's the sheriff calling.

You want me to answer it?

Hell, no. If he's gonna fire me,

he's gonna fire me to my face.

Let's go in here

and have a beer, man.

Looks real quiet tonight.

Home sweet home, Lonnie.

Nice stuff there, Rack.

There you go, Rack.

What's up, brother?

I love it. Why you...

I missed you, baby girl.

Look what I got you.

Oh, Lonnie...

- Got all your favorite colors.

Oh, I love it,

I love it, I love it.

Oh, I love you. I...

Hey, Jake, how about some

shot glasses over here?

Good to see you, Annie.

You okay?

Yeah.

And I wanted to say

thank you so much

for sending this posse

to come and get me.

- Mm-hm.

Disobeying orders,

kidnapping a federal prisoner,

illegal transfer of said

prisoner across state line,

unauthorized transport

and use of firearms

in a foreign country.

Am I missing anything?

Yup, yup, you are.

Uh, not answering the department

issued phone when you called.

I ought to kick your collective

asses right here and right now.

Give me one good reason

why I don't lock you up.

'Cause it's time for a toast.

Skunk, what is this?

Circus jolly.

Rack, Skunk said,

"Circus jolly."

Skunk, you have

a beautiful speaking voice.

Well, let's hear it.

Whiskey for my men.

Beer for my horses.

Oh, boy.

That's circus jolly, sheriff.

Yeah, well, it tastes

like elephant piss.

# I'm on haystack kicking back

Three bails high #

# A flat bed stage

And a full moon light #

# Party on the farm

All night long #

# With the moon shine flowin'

Till the break of dawn #

Hey, Annie.

Baby, I got something

I got to tell you.

When the sun don't rise

And the winds don't blow

And the seas

Have left the shore

I promise my dearest

With my dying breath

To love you forevermore.

Rack, that's the stupidest

sh*t I ever heard.

Did you rip that

out of a Hallmark card

from the drugstore

over in Mangum?

No, baby,

I got it from Harveyetta,

a hooker from Sweetwater.

# Twelve gauge

Underneath the seat #

# Gonna raise a little hell

To a down on beat #

Rack.

Junior just farted.

Something big's about to happen.

# It's off the hillbilly hook

Off the redneck chain #

# Join the rebel revolution

It's a runaway train #

# We're country boys and girls

Take a real good look #

# We're going to show

You how to rock it #

# Off the hillbilly hook #

# Get up, get up #

# Get up, get up #

# Yeah, yeah #

# Get up, get up #

# Oh-oh-oh #

# Get up, get up #

# Well, a man come on

The six o'clock news #

# Says somebody been shot

Somebody's been abused #

# Somebody blew up a building

Somebody stole a car #

# Somebody got away

Somebody didn't get too far #

# Yeah #

# They didn't get too far #

# Grandpappy told my pappy

"Back in my day, son #

# A man had to answer for

The wicked that he'd done" #

# Take all the rope in Texas

Find a tall oak tree #

# Round up all of them bad boys

Hang 'em high in the street #

# For all the people to see #

# That justice is one thing

You should always find #

# You got to saddle

Up your boys #

# You got to draw

A hard line #

# When the gun smoke settles

We'll sing a victory tune #

# And we'll all meet back

At the local saloon #

# We'll raise up our glasses

Against evil forces, singing: #

# "Whiskey for my men #

# Beer for my horses" #

# We got too many gangsters

Doing dirty deeds #

# Too much corruption

And crime in the streets #

# It's time the long arm

Of the law #

# Put a few more

In the ground #

# Send them all to their maker

And he'll settle them down #

# You can bet

He'll set 'em down #

# 'Cause justice is one thing

You should always find #

# You gotta saddle up

Your boys #

# You gotta draw a hard line #

# When the gun smoke settles

We'll sing a victory tune #

# And we'll all meet back at

The local saloon #

# And we'll raise up

Our glasses #

# Against evil forces

Singing:
#

# "Whiskey for my men

Beer for my horses" #

# "Whiskey for my men

Beer for my horses" #

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