Beyond the Law Page #3

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so we can dump this piece of sh*t

before somebody catches us.

[ humming ]

Sh*t !

Wanna play, a**hole ?

Holy sh*t, man !

Holy sh*t, man !

Jesus Christ all f***ing mighty !

[ screaming ]

Oh, god !

[ panting ]

You're crazy enough now, dude.

You're definitely crazy enough.

So get your sh*t together.

We are going to a f***ing wedding.

[ "Road To Hell" by Chris Rea ]

Well, I'm standin'

By a river

But the water

Doesn't flow

It boils

With every poison

You can think of

And I'm underneath

The street light

At the light of joy

I know

Scared beyond belief

Way down

In the shadows

And the perverted fear

Of violence

Chokes a smile

On every face

And common sense

Is ringing

Out the bell

This ain't no

Technological breakdown

Oh, no

This is the road

To hell

And all the roads

Jam up with credit

And there's nothin'

You can do

It's all just

Bits of paper

Flyin' away from you

Oh, look out world

Take a good look

Welcome to me

[ engine revving ]

This ain't no

Upwardly mobile freeway

Oh, no

This is the road

They say

This is the road

This is

The road to hell

Don't talk too much today. If somebody

gives you a dare, you gotta take it.

This is serious. This isn't a game.

You f*** up, they're gonna kill ya.

[ gunshots ]

[ gunshots continue ]

[ biker ]

So I pick up the f***in' Hammer,

and the guy says, "you're not gonna

hit me with that, are ya ?"

[ snorting, coughs ]

So I say, "no way, man.

I'm gonna brain your f***in' wife."

[ laughing ]

Oatmeal.

How's your head, man ?

How the f*** would I know, dildo ?

The last contact I had with my head

was six f***in' years ago.

- What the f*** are you supposed to be ?

- This is Sid, man.

What's it say on your jacket there, Sid ?

Pythons ?

From Cleveland, f***in' Ohio ?

Sid, this is Oatmeal.

Oatmeal's got the biggest testicles in Arizona.

- Wanna crank up the ol' noggin, Sid ?

- I'll do it. Thanks.

So, Sid...

what kind of games do they

play in Cleveland, Ohio ?

Guns, man.

We like to play with guns.

You boys got any guns ?

Yeah, I guess we got some guns.

Pick yourself out one.

We'll shoot some cans.

Or somethin'.

You got any money ?

Has he got any money ?

Jesus Christ. Is the pope a Cadillac ?

[ laughing ]

Well, you ain't gonna have it long, Slick.

Your turn.

Who is that ?

[ Virgil ] Some kind of writer

doin' a book on bikers.

Um, name's Renee, man.

Don't pay no f***in' attention to her.

- Go ahead and shoot.

- Come on, Sid.

We ain't got all f***in' day.

[ cocking hammer ]

- You missed.

- Wrong.

Bullshit, man.

You f***in' hit a can, it f***in' moves.

- You callin' me a liar ?

- I'm callin' you worse than a liar.

I'm sayin' the Pythons

are a sissy-ass club.

And you are a chicken-sh*t

dog motherf***er.

- What the f*** you doin', man ?

- I'm gonna try again, Oatmeal.

I wanna make sure

the can moves this time.

Geez, what, are you f***in' nuts ?

[ indistinct yelling ]

[ cheering ]

Stupid son of a b*tch.

I'm gonna kill ya !

Who the f*** you gonna kill now,

blubber guts ? Aw, Jesus.

Who ?

I didn't mean nothin', man.

- Okay, who set off the f***in' dynamite ?

- I did.

It was just a--

Virgil, shut your mouth.

- Who the f*** are you ?

- His name's Sid, man.

- What the f*** did I just say to you ?

- Shut up.

- Absolutely.

- What's goin' on, Sid ?

- You rat-f***ed my colors.

- Hey, I was just screwin' around.

Get him to back off, Blood.

What are you gonna do ?

I think I'm gonna shoot him.

Aw, geez. Aw, man,

I didn't mean anything. Please.

Jesus, please.

Dirt, get her outta here.

Goddamn it, I didn't mean anything.

Come on, give me a break.

F*** !

Jesus H. Christ !

You shoot him and I'll blow your

motherfuckin' brains out.

Nobody lives forever.

That's a fact.

Now shoot the f***er.

Oh, Jesus, I was just--

I was just foolin' around.

I'll kiss your f***in' colors.

I like your colors. I love your f***in' colors.

Your colors are wonderful.

Oh, geez, I'm peein' here !

[ laughing ]

Hey, this is supposed to be a wedding here.

Now, where's the goddamn bride ?

[ cheering ]

All right, we all came out here today

so Bubbles and Highside here can get married.

I want all you f***in' a**holes

to show a little bit of respect.

Do you, Bubbles, swear on this bible

you wanna let this...

smelly old scuzball, Highside,

lubricate your cylinder and, uh--

[ woman ] Don't do it !

flush out your oil tank ?

[ cheering ]

I do.

Do you, Highside, wanna let

this ugly old bag...

handle your great big rod and little roller

bearings in the decidedly up-and-down fashion ?

Yeah, what the f***.

Give the broad some tongue.

[ cheering ]

[ gunshots ]

We got a very unusual

situation here, Sid.

[ woman ]

Hey, Blood. How you doin' ?

Anybody pulls down on my family,

they usually end up dead.

But Oatmeal sh*t

on your colors and...

I like loyalty.

So in your case,

I guess I made an exception.

- I know you from somewhere, don't I ?

- I don't think so.

No ?

Trust me.

If you met me before,

you wouldn't f***in' forget it.

Uh-huh.

Look, man,

I wanna move some contraband.

Buy it here, sell it in the midwest

and people say I gotta deal with you.

Is that right ?

What people is that, I wonder ?

Oh, you mean I got itallwrong ?

Sid...

You're either the dumbest f***er

I ever met in my life or...

you got the balls of an elephant.

Which one is it ?

You choose.

Well, that's exactly what I'm gonna do,

hotshot.

So dry.

One of these days, it has to rain.

When it rains in the desert,

it's like...

everything starts all over again.

You still a cop ?

You are, aren't you ?

Don't worry.

They won't recognize you.

You don't look anything

like you used to.

It's still a nice face.

Do you have any idea

what would happen if they found out ?

What you're doing is very dangerous.

You know that ?

- Oh, is it ?

- Never mind.

None of my business.

One piece of advice.

Don't underestimate Blood.

He's smart. He'll kill you

without a second thought.

Where are ya goin' ?

Home.

Can I give ya a lift ?

I don't think so. I'm strictly

a solo act these days.

Besides, don't take it personally,

but I don't think you have

much of a future.

Sid ?

See that place

across the street ?

Big-time redneck bar.

Those f***in' guys

hate bikers, man.

I got 50 bucks says

you ain't got balls big enough...

to ride your sled

through the front door.

- Man, that's suicide.

- Shut up, dildo.

No big deal.

I hate rednecks almost as much...

as guys who piss themselves.

[ starting engine ]

- What do you think ? Is he gonna do it ?

- I don't know, man.

Anybody got a light ?

[ indistinct shouting ]

What's up, Blood ?

- How many guys in the Pythons, Sid ?

- Enough.

I think I've heard of you guys before.

Pythons.

Yeah, I've heard of you guys before.

Pythons are cool.

Jackals is better.

- Wanna be a Jackal, Sid ?

- I got my own club.

You wanna talk business or are

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