Beyond the Law Page #4

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we gonna kiss each other all day ?

- Now what do you wanna buy ?

- What's for sale ?

Tell 'im, Dirt.

Everything, man.

Ludes, trees, grass,

stars, crank.

- We got labs makin' the sh*t.

- What about guns ?

Any f***in' thing you want.

Pogo sticks, foreign jobs.

You want a goddamn rocket launcher,

we can get it.

Dirt will show you

around tomorrow, but, uh,

'til then, I know where there's a party.

And wherever there's a party,

there's a lot of cooze.

What do ya say, Sid ?

You can forget all about that.

Everybody I know has tried.

She paid Blood $5,000

to take pictures of the Jackals.

- Blood's gonna be famous.

- Shut up !

Don't say anything,

don't do anything.

Just f***in' sit there.

Let's get the f*** outta here.

[ Saxon ]

You're a real good pool player, man.

- You wanna make a little wager ?

- Ya mean like a bet ?

Only thing is I'm not gonna be

doin' the actual playing.

- I'm just gonna bet.

- Who's gonna play ?

She is.

You ain't gonna play me ?

The broad is ?

She's gonna play both of you.

- Both of them ?

- Right.

- How much ?

- Fifty bucks.

You lose, lady.

You just scratched.

We win.

- Better not touch that money.

- Why not ?

'Cause my friend here

will beat the crap outta you.

- Both of you.

- Both of them ?

You heard her, man.

Get off that stool. Or ain't you

got no hair on your cute little ass ?

Jesus !

- How we doing ?

- Can you gimme a hand here for Christ's sake ?

[ "We Can't Stop The Fire" by Cory Lenous ]

If I was darkness

She was light

If she was day

And I was night

And in the hunger

Of my heart

I heard

The truth beating

I said ohh

Lost in desire

Ohh

We can't stop the fire

I want her

All of the time

I want her all around

And my hunger is right

Just gotta have you

Through the windows

Of your eyes

I see the meaning

Of her rise

We've gone from that

To things entwined

Your debts

They call passion

Ohh

Lost in desire

Ohh

Can't stop the fire

Ohh

Lost in desire

Ohh

Can't stop the fire

[ Renee ]

I can hear your heart beat.

Let me know if it stops, will ya ?

You like Indians ?

[ Renee ]

They have amazing eyes, don't they ?

Like they're looking right through you.

So what are you doin' tomorrow ?

What time is it ?

It's only 7:
30.

You have to go.

Are you expecting somebody ?

No, I--

I have to pick up my little girl.

Okay. I'll wait here.

- I don't think that's a good idea.

- What's her name ?

Marybette. She's six.

She's my-- Look,

I don't want this to be a problem,

but I think you should go.

- There isn't gonna be any problem, Renee.

You've got a six-year-old daughter

named Marybette, and I wanna meet her.

How long until you get back ?

- I'll be back in half an hour.

- I'll be here.

The shower's down the hall.

There's coffee in the kitchen.

[ sighs ]

Half an hour ?

Get outta here.

[ crying ]

[ crying continues ]

[ Renee ]

Marybette, she's six.

[ voice echoing ]

[ crying ]

[ Price ]

...when you were six.

[ voice echoing ]

[ panting ]

[ loud rumbling ]

[ blender whirring ]

What are you doing ?

I am creating something.

- What is it ?

- Uh, it's a mess.

[ french accent ] No, it is not a mess.

It is an old, secret recipe...

that is no longer a secret.

Now we have zee

vanilla ice cream.

And we have zee

melted peanut better and grape juice.

[ french gibberish ]

And a personal favorite of mine.

Come here.

Pick a hand.

Oreo cookies.

But... I prefer them crushed.

[ laughing ]

We pour the crushed oreos...

into the melted peanut butter,

and we continue to crush them.

Oh !

Do not overcrush.

Now, voila !

Madame would like a taste ?

- You're insane.

- I want some.

Would you prefer smoking

or non-smoking ?

What do you think ?

Non-smoking.

This is good.

[ "Soul Survive" by Asphalt Ballet ]

Here we go

I've seen everything

A man could see

I've seen

The strong survive

I've seen a young boy

Cryin' for love

I've seen an old man die

I've seen a sister

Fall apart from the rose

And all our presidents lie

I've seen the needle

And the damage it does

The wrath

It's left behind

My soul survives

Forever doin' track

On a dead-end street

My soul survives

Blood on the one

Running down to my feet

My soul survives

Rebel

My soul survives

Pick yourself up

Off your hands and knees

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Well, it's my soul

But my soul survives

Oh, no, yeah

Come on, boys, yeah

[ Saxon ]

What, is somethin' botherin' you, Virgil ?

F***in' Oatmeal, man,

keeps callin' me a dildo and sh*t.

I hate it when

them guys call me that.

I might be a lot of things,

man, but I ain't no f***in' dildo.

What exactly is a dildo, anyway ?

Relax, Virgil.

It's just a term of endearment.

- A what ?

- Let's get outta here.

Hey, Sid. Heh, get your ass

up here, man. Come on.

Now, Waldo, this individual that you see

before you is the man I've been talkin' about.

How many months we been

workin' together ? Two, three ?

Who counts ?

Man, I do. I count everything.

By my count, we been doin'

pretty well together.

Makin' lots of money,

get along pretty good.

But that's not what I'm talkin' about

and that's not why I'm sayin' all this.

It's because, uh, I like you, man.

I look at you, I see me.

You know, you're smart,

don't take sh*t from anybody.

I like that.

Except I think you got,

uh, one small problem.

You got your priorities

all f***ed up.

You know, maybe like you're

a little bit, uh, confused.

Confused about what ?

I think you got this thing

about weakness,

about feelin' sorry for weak people.

Otherwise, you wouldn't be

hangin' around with that freak.

Feelin' sorry for anybody

is a complete f***in' waste of time.

But you do it.

I mean, man, what are you,

some kind of a...

knight in shining armor

lookin' for damsels in distress ?

Ordinarily, I don't do this

because, uh,

you know, I'm the president and I don't

sponsor anybody as I didn't think it was right.

But, uh, I wanna sponsor you

for the Jackals.

What do ya say ?

[ clears throat ]

Let me think about it.

Excuse me ?

Let me think about it.

Let me give it some thought.

What the f*** is that supposed to mean ?

Listen man, I got my own club.

Lotta guys depend on me.

Now, what kind of a prick would I be

if I turned on 'em the first time somethin'...

different and better came along, eh ?

- Hey, Sid.

- Gimme that, man.

Hey ! What the f*** is your problem ?

Every time somebody offers Sid

some nose candy, you end up with it.

Now, why is that ?

What the f***'s wrong with you ?

You can't get high with your friends ?

There is no way

you can join the Jackals.

You have to commit a felony in front of

two members. It's in their bylaws.

- Use your head, Daniel. You're supposed

to be a cop. - Oh, is that it ?

- For a second, I almost forgot.

- God, I hate this weather.

Doesn't it ever rain ?

- Okay. What's the matter ?

- Nothin'.

Look, we've only been

at this a short time...

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