Drugstore Cowboy Page #4

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Let me give you a hand up, Bob.

F*** you, Gentry.

Don't forget your clubs, pal.

Work on your handicap.

Don't think Gentry was running us out

of town, because I can stand the heat.

We were splittin' because

things were going all wrong.

Nadine's hex was a little more

powerful than I had calculated.

It was time to change the scenery, which

happened when you went crossroading.

Dianne got the narcotics together

and sent them ahead by bus

to depots across the

Pacific Northwest

so we could rendezvous with

the drugs as we needed them.

We couldn't afford to be caught

with a car full of narcotics,

so we had a backup plan in the form of a

hole punched in the floorboard of our car.

When the flashing red lights became a

reality, down the hole went the stash.

Is something the matter, Officer?

Then we'd go to the next rendezvous,

which was hopefully within eight

hours, before the drugs wore off.

No construction stiff workin' overtime

takes more stress and strain than we did,

just trying to stay high.

We rented this truck not necessarily

because we need another vehicle.

But we can move easier

in a vehicle like this.

It's got the right licence plates

so the average Joe will just think

we're a couple farm boys and a prostitute

in town for a little joyride.

Hey!

I always wanted to be a farmer, Bob.

Whoa. Did you guys see that?

- What?

- The transom.

You guys didn't see the open transom?

- No.

- What's a transom, Bob?

It's all clear in the back.

All right. Gimme a lift,

then meet me around back.

Ready? One, two, three.

Nadine, take these and

put it inside the truck.

Rick, step in here. I want you to look at

these two safes. See them over there?

Rick. Let's go.

Shut up!

Christ! You're finished,

hopheads. You blew it.

Hey, babe, you playin'

cards? Who's winning?

What's the matter with her?

Nothin'.

Cocaine.

- Holy sh*t.

- What is it, Bob?

Powdered Dilaudid, that's what.

A whole, untouched one-eighth

ounce bottle of powdered D.

Whoo!

Should be another partially

filled one in here somewhere.

You see it?

Rick, do you have any idea

what this little bottle is worth?

- No, Bob. What's it worth?

- This here little bottle...

has got 840-some-odd sixteenths.

And at ten dollars a sixteenth,

that comes to around 8,400 dollars

of the best goddamn

pharmaceutical dope money can buy.

What a find. This here little bottle

ought to last the three of us a week.

I'd better take that.

Guess we must've outrun

that hex we had on us, eh, Bob?

- Sure glad we started crossroading.

- Bob? Let's shoot it.

You gotta be careful with

this stuff. It can kill you.

Dianne, get a glass of water.

Do it slow.

I'll show you how we're

gonna hide this stuff.

Right up here.

Now, we'll take this stuff

and then we'll cross over

a couple of these units

and stash it over somebody else's room.

Wow.

Hey.

Hey.

Come on. Buck up.

So you blew it. Big deal.

Listen, we're gonna go out for a couple of

hours, but we'll be back in a little bit.

What'd that son of a b*tch say about me?

He didn't say anything about you.

Yeah, but he's not gonna

take me along any more, is he?

Then one day you'll all just drop me off

somewhere and you'll never come back.

Nadine, what are you talkin' about?

Come on, honey. You're with me.

I'm not gonna leave you anywhere.

He is a goddamn...

- Shut up!

...hog!

- Hog! Hog!

- Hey, shut up. Come on, honey.

- Hog!

- Don't do that. Please, Nadine.

We got a good thing goin' here.

Why do you want to rock the boat?

I just can't stand their superior ways.

And all that crap about hexes.

You don't believe that stuff, do you?

Look, Nadine, I don't know. OK?

I mean, all we have to do is not talk about

pets and not leave any hats on any beds.

Now, what's hard about that?

I'm just gonna prove to all of you that

a hat on a bed doesn't mean anything.

Hey, Rick. Let's go. Come on.

I really wish you hadn't done that.

You're just goin' out with them tonight.

When you come back, I'll show all of you.

When I come back, I don't want to see

that hat on the bed. All right, honey?

You know, Nadine, there's just

no talking to you sometimes. F***.

Hey, Rick. Rick. Rick.

Don't be too aggressive, man. We're

just trying to create a diversion. OK?

- I don't want anybody gettin' hurt.

- OK, Bob.

- OK, babe, you all set?

- Yeah.

Prepare to die.

Demerol. Sh*t.

Argh!

This just isn't like him.

Bob is like a rabbit.

In and out, and no nonsense.

That goes for a lot more

than a hospital pharmacy.

Mrs Robb to Admitting.

Mrs Jane Robb to Admitting.

F***!

I don't think he's gonna come.

Why don't we go back?

They got him.

Bastards got him. I know it.

I can feel it in my heart.

Dirty bastards.

Nadine.

Oh, my God.

Honey? I'm home.

You're not gonna believe the sh*t

that happened to me tonight.

What's goin' on?

Who put the goddamn hat on the bed?

She did, Bob.

She didn't mean anything by it.

She bit it.

Where'd she get the stuff? She couldn't

have done this on no two sixteenths.

What's she been doing? Saving it up?

- Who gave her this?

- What is it?

Damn! She must've picked it up

off the floor of the truck

when we were collecting these bottles.

Conniving little b*tch.

Bob?

You can't say that

about her, Bob. She's dead.

You don't say anything bad about her.

Rick.

She beat you.

Your own woman beat you

out of your cut on a score.

She got what she deserves.

Listen, man.

Not only that. She threw a hex on us

we'll all be lucky to outrun, huh?

She left us with an OD'd stiff, which is

paramount to a murder beef in this state.

For Christ's sake, get this

goddamn hat off the bed!

Cold.

Hell, it's like trying

to raise a couple of kids

when you take on a couple like that

and try and teach 'em to steal.

Know what I mean, Dianne?

All these kids.

They're all TV babies.

They've been watching people killin'

each other on the boob tube for so long,

it's all they know.

Hell, they think it's legal. They

think it's the right thing to do.

I know, hon.

I'm gettin' real tired.

Poor Nadine.

She was just a goddamn kid.

Now what?

- Hello. Are you Mr Hughes?

- Yeah.

- Are you planning to check out today?

- No. Why?

Well, you see, sir,

we have prior commitments

in the form of a reservation

for your room today.

Today?

- You mean check out today?

- I'm afraid so.

You see, we're having

a sheriffs' convention in town

and all these rooms have been reserved

in advance for them 90 days ago.

All right. Could I go down to the office

and talk to you in about ten minutes?

Give me ten minutes.

We're gonna know

some of these guys, I'll bet.

I don't believe it.

I don't f***in' believe it.

A sheriffs' convention, no less.

Why couldn't it have been

a Tupperware convention?

Or better yet, an undertakers'.

Excuse me.

Hello?

Anything?

Sorry, Mr Hughes. You should have let us

know you intended on staying this long.

Look, I've got a colleague in that room

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