Drugstore Cowboy Page #2

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Ten grams? All right. That's nine

apiece. Nine times ten is, uh...

It's, uh, 75.

Yeah, 75. Right.

It's 90, Bob.

Yeah, Bob. That's 90.

Hey, Bob, how much do you want

for her? How much of this for her?

Huh?

How much of this do you want

for the foxy female?

Hey. What do you think I am?

Some kind of closet pimp?

I've never heard of such a violation

of woman's rights in all my life.

Just out of curiosity, how many bags

of speed would you give me for this girl?

I, uh... I don't know.

You twerp! You touch me and

I'll knock your block off.

She's mean, man.

All right, all right.

Let's finish this deal.

- Sorry.

- Pick up your stuff, David, and go.

We've got some things to do.

All right. Sorry, Dianne. Here, Bob.

Yeah.

- All right, man.

- All right. Thanks.

All right. You guys have a good evening.

Next time you step in the middle of one of

my deals to help me with my arithmetic,

I'll sell you to the first one-eyed carnival

freak I find for a pack of chewing gum.

Look at me, babe. I'm hysterical.

Sorry, Bob.

Just try to remember. Was it

a round collar, a scoop neck, or what?

It was a blouse. A blouse.

Um...

I really don't remember.

Dianne, are you

goin' crazy or something?

Dianne, what the f*** are you doin'?

What are you on? Glue or something?

Dianne, look. We ought to be out workin'.

I know this hospital on the coast.

I know it's a virgin. I know it is.

I mean, this place has got security zero.

I bet they got coke, mammy. All those

hospitals, they always hold big-time coke.

You're crazy, Bob. We just pulled off

the best score we make in months

and off you trot looking for more.

Man, you don't know

when to take a break.

Come on, Bob.

You know me. I can't stand

to go on for ever like this.

Come on. Why don't you take me in the

bedroom and just hold me for a while?

What do you want me to hold you for?

Look, Dianne, we ought to be out crackin'.

- I thought you loved me.

- Why don't we just...

But you won't f*** me

and I always have to drive.

Look, why don't we just, uh, uh,

head up to that hospital right now

and see if we can make it there

before it gets daylight?

I mean, babe, you're just gonna

flip out when you see this one, man.

I mean...

I can just see all those bottles of pills

that hospital's holding for me right now.

Up against the wall!

- Up against the wall.

- Don't give me any sh*t. Shut up.

Check the other room.

All right, you two. Turn around.

I said the other day "Bob's slowed down."

Then you knock off another pharmacy.

- Bullshit.

- Didn't you expect me?

- I didn't make no drugstore in years.

- Bullshit!

Look, man, you ain't gonna find nothing.

Just let me phone my lawyer. I'm sure

he can straighten this whole thing out.

- Do I look like I'm using?

- You piece of sh*t.

That's real nice, Bob. Looks

like you're hooked to the gills.

- You got a warrant?

- Yeah, I got a warrant.

Pasted on the end of one of these slugs.

You give me any more sh*t, I'm gonna

give you a good close look at one of 'em.

Whoa, heavy, man. You guys been readin'

too much Mickey Spillane or somethin'?

You don't seem to understand.

Hey, come on. Not those clubs.

Those are my Ben Hogans.

Why you gotta mess with the clubs?

- What are you hittin' these days?

- I got my handicap down around eight.

Eight? Bullshit. Where do you play?

Mayfield. I hit a 75

last time I was out there.

I don't play public courses.

Mayfield is for pussies.

That's why you have that handicap.

How am I supposed to play?

My clubs are all broke.

Have a heart.

Break two more, then leave

the f***in' clubs alone.

- All right?

- Thanks, man.

Dianne, you haven't hid

the drugs in some stupid place

like the Frosted Flakes again, have you?

I don't know what the hell

you're talkin' about, fuckwad.

- Jesus. How old is she? Is she over 18?

- 22. You're 22 years old, right?

- 22.

- 22.

Lucky for you.

OK, kiddies. Here's how it's comin' down.

You can just tell us where the drugs are

and save yourself a whole lot of trouble,

or you can sit there

with your mouths shut

and we're gonna tear this place apart

board by board. Now, how's it gonna be?

Man, I love cops.

If there were no hot-sh*t

cops like Gentry around

the competition would be so heavy,

there'd be nothing left to steal.

Right?

All right.

You two take the car

and get an apartment.

Get something on the west side.

We ain't hit nothing there in weeks.

- It should be pretty cool by now.

- OK, Bob.

- Don't mess it up.

- I'm not gonna mess it up. Just relax.

Dianne and I are going over to my

mother's house to get some new threads.

Something nice.

- Oh!

- Hi, Ma.

Lord, it's my dope-fiend thief of a son

and his crazy little nymphomaniac wife.

Ma.

Hey, Ma.

Please tell me what I did to deserve this.

Never knowing when there'll be a knock

on my door telling me my baby's dead.

Green with an overdose.

Shot by a mad pharmacist or run over

by a car while fleeing from police pursuit.

Why me?

You have the clothes I left here

last time I was sent to the joint?

I threw them away.

I thought you'd never get out.

How could you think that?

He is a thief and a dope fiend, and

that is more important to him than I am.

If you say so, Ma.

He can go to prison. He likes it

there anyway. Don't you, Robert?

Why do you hate Bob and I so, Mama?

What have we ever done

to make you hate us so?

I don't hate you, Dianne,

and I don't hate Robert either

and the Good Lord knows

that to be the truth.

I truly feel pity for you both.

You are grown-up now,

and yet you still act as children who

wanna do nothing but run and play.

You cannot run and play

all your life, Dianne.

- Is there anything else of yours up there?

- Give it away. I can always get more.

To be sure. You'll just

go steal some more.

Shut up!

So, this is our new home.

Yeah, Bob.

Why do they call it "Josephine"?

I don't know. The guy that

rented it to me is named Dale.

Maybe "Josephine" sounds better.

The last time I dropped acid,

I decided to make a self-portrait.

Groovy, isn't it?

I can just see all those bottles of pills

that hospital's holding for me right now.

Our stereo buy of the month.

Hot dog!

Bob, speaking of dogs, do you think

that Rick and I could get a little pup?

Just a little something to hold

and pet when you guys are gone?

No.

No f***ing dogs.

- What have you got against dogs?

- Look, no f***ing dogs, and that's final.

Why don't you tell them what happened

to the last one we had?

If you want them to know so much,

why don't you tell them?

I don't want to discuss it.

We had a dog once. His name was Panda.

The cutest little pup you ever did see.

That little guy used to

follow Bob wherever he'd go.

Anyway, what happened was

the police were after us during a raid...

on a drugstore in the city.

He came out of the bedroom

and he stopped at the closet

and then he swung at me

with that iron bar.

Little Panda got out

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