Catch .44 Page #4

- You really just told that joke?

I like that joke.

My daddy taught me that joke.

That's even worse.

Right.

So I'm guessing

she runs the place.

And there's no way this sh*t

goes down here

without her getting

a piece of the pie.

If anyone

knows anything, it's her.

Okay, great. I'll take her.

Let's find out what she knows.

- I'll take the door.

- Guess I got the trucker.

All right, I'm not even gonna say it

'cause you all know what this is.

- You be cool, Billy Bob.

- Who drives the truck and where is it?

Which one of you shitkickers

knows where the f***ing truck is?

Dawn!

Drop the gun.

Drop the f***ing gun!

Put the gun on the floor

or I'm gonna put your f***ing brains

all over that f***ing table. Do it!

I'm not gonna ask you again!

You got three seconds to put it down

or I'm gonna put you down

like f***ing Thelma ands Louise there!

Three.

Shut up!

Two.

Listen, Jesse Jane,

this ain't "Jeopardy. "

You don't get a f***ing option here.

Your only option is

to put down the f***ing gun!

- Eh, f*** it.

- No no no no no!

- You put your gun down.

- F*** you. I'm not dropping sh*t.

All right, obviously...

obviously none of us

are gonna drop

our guns, so let's just...

- let's just talk about it.

- Huh?

You wanna f***in' talk?

This ain't f***in' couples therapy.

The only one talking here is me and I'm telling you

to drop the f***ing gun!

I know! All right, all right,

listen... listen to me!

We'll both just put our guns down

at the same time.

Would you shut her up?!

Jesus.

See, I don't think you understand

what's going here fully. Okay?

If you had any sense left...

and I'm bettin' big on you, baby,

right now that you do...

I think you'd put that down before Mel gets here and

f***in' blows us both...

- Mel?

- Yeah, Mel.

Big guy, blue suit,

always has f***in' pecans.

Oh. Oh oh oh oh oh.

Oh, that's right.

You don't know sh*t, do you?

You know why? Because I'm

in f***in' control of the situation...

- How the f*** do you know Mel?

- Oh, me and Mel, we go way back, baby.

- What?

- That's right.

That gravy train that you've been on,

it's over, so you might as well

give up now because there's no way

that you're walking out of here.

What about the f***ing dope?

What about the dope and the money?

Dope? What dope?

There's no f***ing dope!

it's the... the f***ing money?

The only thing I know about money

is our mutual buddy Mel

- pays pretty f***ing good.

- Mel wouldn't do that to me.

Mel wouldn't do that to me. Mel wouldn't f***ing do

that to me, all right?

- You're lying!

- Shut up! Shut up! Shut her up!

Mel wouldn't do that?

I bet he told you that someone

was infringing on his corridor,

is that right? That the story?

That the one you got? Hmm?

And he sent you here to f***ing

figure out who was. Is that it?

Is that gettin' close?

Are you out of your f***ing mind?

You think someone's actually running their own

shipment along Mel's route?

You think he doesn't know

what's going down here 24 f***ing 7?

That someone's got the balls

to step up in his sh*t?

And you think that

if something were going on,

you think he'd send

you three f***ing bimbos

here to figure out who it was?

I mean, even I'm not that stupid...

and I never even got

through high school!

You're slipping.

- You're getting sloppy, Billy.

- What the f*** are you doin'?

What the f*** are you doin'

wearing a cop uniform for?

The more prevalent question is

what the hell are you doing here?

- Why isn't everything taken care of?

- What?

What the f*** you care?

You're not in on this.

I care because

it's a hot f***ing night

and I've been roasting outside

for over an hour

and all your dumb ass

managed to do was this.

Dumb ass? F*** you!!

Sh*t got out of hand!

These two Midwest tourist

motherfuckers wouldn't leave

and this f***ing c*nt here

and her two dead sisters

decided to shoot up the joint!

I didn't plan for this sh*t!

Well, aren't you lucky

that I showed up then, huh?

Yeah. So quit standing there with your thumb up

your ass and help me out here!

- This b*tch is volatile!

- Calm down! Just calm down.

Now would somebody walk me through what

happened here, please?

- They shot us.

- What the f*** are you talking about?

- They shot us and they shot my friends!

- Uh... they?!

They shot... they shot us!

You're the ones who decided

to go all "Boogie Nights"

and f***in' shoot up the joint,

set off a nuclear f***ing bomb in here!

They f***in' shot Francine, Ronny.

- They f***in' shot her!

- Oh, that's sad.

Ronny, tell this chick what the f***'s going on with

Mel and everything,

- all right? Help me out here.

- I'll get to that.

Why is he calling you Ronny?

I thought you said

your name was Elmore.

Why don't both of you just...

just put your guns down

before you two kids

get hurt here, okay?

F*** you!

I'm gonna kill this f***in' c*nt.

Hey, you calm down.

Ain't nobody gettin' killed right now.

I am calm. Don't tell me to be calm.

I'm calm as a f***ing kitten.

You're sweating like a junkie

over there. You just calm the f*** down.

- What the hell is going on?

- Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!

- Shut your f***ing mouth!

- Billy.

Who are you? Who are you?

Why aren't you doing something?

Me?

Sh*t, Tes,

you must have a lot of tears

clouding those eyes.

Come on.

You don't remember me?

Come on.

Come on!

Come on!

I am the delivery guy.

Need anything else, honey?

You good?

You all right, baby?

# Damn, baby,

wanna get in on the action... #

That's the first decent piece of ass

I've seen in this place all night.

Tell me again, what the f***

are we doing here, man?

Just relax, B.

It picks up, I'm telling you, man.

Later on this place will

be crawling with p*ssy.

- F***, this beer tastes like piss, man.

- Yeah?

This place smells like piss, all right?

Why aren't we at Cabaret Club

or... or 4 Play, Zebras?

All right. Look around.

Look at our competition.

- What competition?

- Exactly.

Any other place

we're just a number.

- Here we get free f***ing rein.

- Free f***ing rein?

Of what?

King of the ugly b*tches?

Seriously, I wouldn't f***

any of these chicks with your dick.

Davon, I'm getting herpes

by just looking at these chicks.

Now I don't know what kind

of chicks you're nailing,

but I've got a stack of hundreds

burning a hole in my back pocket,

and I would rather let my pants

flamb my f***ing cock off

than pay any of these trailer rats

to get anywhere near my dick.

I'm serious, f***er!

You need to relax, man.

I'm not sitting in some

putrid shithole just 'cause

you don't feel like you're up

for a little competition, man.

These b*tches should be

paying me to be in here.

- Oh boy.

- Finish that sh*t

and let's get outta here.

Anything else you boys want?

Wow.

All right, thank you, God. This is

what I'm talking about right here.

- I told you this sh*t was legit, right?

- Whoo.

Baby, where'd you come from, huh?

Right over there actually.

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