Drugstore Cowboy Page #3
- R
- Year:
- 1989
- 102 min
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of the car and ran away.
We looked everywhere
but there wasn't time.
The heat was on us and
we had to get out of there.
got hit by a car or something.
But no.
The police had him.
Somehow they knew he was our dog.
They followed him all the way home.
He led them to us.
They put us in jail...
and they put little Panda to sleep.
For a brighter coat, whiter teeth
and a more even disposition,
there should only be one choice.
Rich gravy. No cereal. Gravy...
Nadine, do you have any idea
what you've done to us
by just mentioning dogs in our home?
- No. What'd I just do?
- You've no idea?
No, I don't, Bob. What'd I do?
You just put a 30-day hex
on us. That's what you did.
Our luck just flew out the window
for the next 30 days.
You got a calendar so we'll know when
this hex ends? What month is it, anyway?
Jesus, Bob.
You never told us anything
about not mentioning dogs.
The reason nobody
mentioned dogs, Rick,
is because just to have mentioned
a dog would have been a hex in itself.
Are there any other sacred things
we're not supposed to mention?
Yeah. As a matter of fact there are.
We might as well discuss 'em now, being
as we're shut down for the next 30 days.
Hats.
OK. Hats.
If I ever see a hat on a bed in this house,
man, like, you'll never see me again.
- I'm gone.
- That makes two of us.
- Why a hat?
- Because that's just the way it is, sweetie.
And there's mirrors. Never look
at the backside of a mirror.
It'll affect your future because
you're looking at yourself backwards.
No. You're looking at your inner self.
And you don't recognise it
because you've never seen it before.
Anyway, you can freeze into motion your
future, and that can be either good or bad.
In any case, we don't
want to take any chances.
But the most important thing
is the goddamn hat.
A goddamn hat on the bed
is the king of 'em all.
Hell, that's worth at least... what?
15 years' bad luck, or even death.
I couldn't face no 15-year hex.
Relax, hon. Just go lay down awhile.
You been on the go for days now.
This 30-days thing ain't gonna kill us.
Don't let it get you down, Bob.
Sometimes bad luck can be good luck.
I mean, think of all the times we had
a flat tyre or engine trouble or something
and we made it to our score
late thinking it was bad luck.
Then we'd find out for
some reason it was good luck.
You know what I mean?
Hell, I can't figure it out.
I just know from years of experience
the things to look for and the signs and...
You know what it's like? It's like, who's
ever managing such things is saying
"Go out there and get it."
"It's there for the taking, kid."
"Everything's free this week. I'll
let you know when your time's up."
"You'll see the signs."
"Hell, all you gotta do
is look for the signs."
Sh*t. Sorry, baby.
Sorry about that, baby.
So what's going on?
Why don't we just go in, we plant
some stuff on them, we drag 'em on in?
It works all the time.
I'll tell you why not. I don't wanna get
Bob Hughes on no bullshit possession beef,
and that's all we'll get him on
unless we catch him cold,
on his way home from
a score. You know that.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Who is it, Bob?
- I don't know. I thought you knew.
- Hi.
- Did I wake you up?
- No, no, no.
- No.
- We were awake, weren't we, Rick?
- Well, I don't know what to think.
I saw this sinister-looking
man with a ladder
creeping around outside
my bedroom window.
I know that I wouldn't
be able to sleep a wink
if I thought there was some crazy sex
maniac running around loose out there.
Now, you just relax. We'll go down
there and check it out immediately.
- Thank you very much.
- We'll check it out as soon as we can.
- Good night.
- Good night.
- Good night.
- Good night.
- Night.
- Bye-bye.
What the hell is she doin' up
at two o'clock in the morning?
It's Gentry.
Yeah.
I bet he followed us when we moved.
Son of a b*tch.
Yeah.
Well, I guess we'll have to
teach him a little lesson, huh?
"The reason you can never get Bob
Hughes for possession of narcotics is
that he has an arrangement with the guy
that lives on the north side of him."
"They have a line between their houses."
"Bob signals the guy
when he wants the stuff."
"The neighbour puts it on the string.
Bob pulls over what he needs
and leaves the rest in the other house
where you can never find it."
- Bye, Daddy.
- Bye-bye.
- Excuse me. Got a sec?
- Yeah.
- You live here, right?
- Right.
I live next door. I know
it's none of my business...
What do you suppose he has in that sack?
it's not his goddamn lunch.
About two o'clock this morning,
I look out my window and there he is.
A big, ugly son of a b*tch
wearing a long, dark raincoat,
and he's standing on top of this ladder
looking in your upstairs windows.
He's got one hand
underneath his raincoat.
From where I was standing,
I gotta say, it looked kinda sick.
- I'll shoot the son of a b*tch in the balls!
- Now hang on a second.
Did you see the way
they talked? All the gestures?
They got something goin' on.
They ain't just casual acquaintances.
Yeah, I can see that.
For a second there, it looked like
that big guy was gonna jump on Hughes
and stomp his guts out.
I would've liked to have seen that.
OK, I know what you guys are thinkin'.
"What's old Bob got me into this time?"
Well, let me tell you, this is gonna be
something. You guys are gonna love this.
- Dianne, where you goin'?
- I'm just gonna go get my cigarettes.
All right. Hurry up. You're not
gonna want to miss this one.
- Rick, where you goin'?
- I'm just gettin' a beer, Bob.
All right. Don't come crying
to me when you miss out.
OK. Sh! Here they come.
There's two of 'em.
Come here. Come over here. All right.
One guy's climbing up the ladder.
I hope he gets pissed off at them, man.
OK. The neighbour's comin'
out of the house. Holy sh*t!
He's got a shotgun!
Well, I'll be a son of a b*tch.
Show time!
Whoa!
Holy sh*t!
Bob, I wanna talk to you
about what happened last night.
We told the investigating officer all
we knew. We have nothing further to add.
Trousinski know you set them up,
and I can honestly say they are
Now, Bob, I'm gonna make
a suggestion to you.
Why don't you take a nice long drive
somewhere far away from here?
Wait a minute, Gentry. I won
the goddamn war, not you.
Who are you to dictate the terms?
Why don't you find a small-town police
department where you can be sheriff
and all you gotta worry about is Saturday
night drunks and kids on Halloween?
So you think you won the war, huh?
Pick him up.
You're just a junkie that got
one of my officers shot.
And as soon as he gets ahold of you,
everybody'll forget you ever existed.
Let him go.
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