Hard Luck Page #7

Police. Put your gun down.

Put the sh*t down!

Where's Lucky?

Probably in Mexico by now.

First...

...there was a note.

Then there is no note.

What the f*** is going on?

They killed Roland.

- They can hear everything you say.

- All in your mind.

Good.

Because I have had

a bad f***ing day.

And all these motherfuckers

are gonna do is keep pissing me off.

- Illusion.

- There's never a need for name-calling.

What is meant to be is meant to be.

We're all the children...

...of the universe.

Breathe deeply.

They set us up to escape

and they just came right in...

...and they slit his throat.

He's a fighter.

We were supposed to go to New York.

And they just killed him.

Hey, hey. Look. You're gonna have to

keep it together now, all right?

Just keep it together.

Hold it together.

Hey, what's happening?

What's going on?

That's right.

Turn up, look at me.

How you doing, black?

What's up, man?

What's going on?

Oh, you looking...

What? What?

What? Don't you know

what time it is, bro?

I don't think you know what time it is!

Don't you know what time it is?

It's showtime, motherfuckers!

Your loss.

What the f*** is this?

Hey, hey, hey.

Are we in Mexico?

Man, if you want an audition...

...I can get you audition

in WWF or something, man.

You need to let me go, man.

Two points!

You're not turning your punches.

Stop tape!

What are you talking about?

You're not pronating your punches.

Listen, man.

I've studied martial arts

for 17 years.

So don't you f***ing

criticize my technique, okay?

Always with a guy tied to a chair?

Oh, yeah. So I suppose

you want me to let you go, right?

If you were a man, you'd untie him.

Oh, sh*t!

Bill is back in the game!

Check that out, Cass.

That's so cute.

Where are we going?

I'm getting you to a hospital.

That f***er said

he was going to get help.

He left me.

No, haven't I tried?

Have we done that before?

You know, it's cool because...

If I can get him to knock this chair over

one more time...

...I can be free

out of this motherf***er.

- No. No, they will not.

- Oh, yes, they will.

I was saying...

Hey, look. Before you introduce me

to Mr. Pinkie there...

...I don't suppose

I could interest you in a...

...suitcase full of money, could I?

Well, I guess not.

You wouldn't be interested

in the money...

...seeing how you and your friend

get your kicks.

Coupled with the fact that a suitcase

full of money and a black man...

Yeah, it's highly likely that there'd be

a strong police presence.

- In the not-too-distant future.

- Ignore him, babe.

Yeah, yeah.

Why don't you let Bruce Lee Light

call all the shots?

Do not provoke me.

Look...

...I got a shitload of money

in a suitcase.

I stashed it in a pickup truck.

Cut, cut, cut!

What is the first f***ing rule?

Do not let these tricks

get to you, babe!

Don't talk to me like that.

And they've got all those dead cars

out there anyway.

Yeah, yeah, Bruce.

What do you gotta lose?

Go check.

I'll tell you this, bro.

You got a lot to lose, man.

What are you gonna do?

Torture me?

Oh, there's torture.

And then there's torture.

You think this is my week

away from the family?

I know you but you don't know me.

How many times

have we passed in the mall?

You listen

to that gangster-rap sh*t...

...thinking you're hard.

And you,

with that little, punky hair...

...always with the cruel remarks.

"Look at the b*tch

with the retarded child." All of you.

Hurting Eugene

all the time he was a baby.

But I make you pay.

Don't I?

Do you ever f***ing learn?

You think you know pain?

Abu Ghraib ain't got nothing on us.

I'll show you pain.

She's so intense.

Hey. What about the money?

- Yeah, what about the money?

- The money?

Yeah. Remember?

The truck.

Five minutes away, outside?

What the hell

do you expect to get in return?

Well, sh... Look.

Hey, you let me go

and I'll get you more of it.

How about I take the money,

kill you...

...and don't worry about

if there's any more?

Underneath the hood.

So, what is it with you and Lucky?

We got a little history together.

I got time.

Your boy, Lucky,

ruined a lot of lives.

A lot of lives.

Justice was never done.

This time it will be.

- Combination?

- It's not locked.

Oh, wait... Wait a minute, babe.

Let's get this sh*t on tape.

Okay.

- Are you ready yet?

- I'm all set, babe.

Holy sh*t, Walter. I think it's real.

No, wait a minute! Wait a minute!

- You expect me to beg?

- No.

I expect you to scream.

- Yeah.

- Lucky just called TIPS.

- What?

- Yeah. He wants to speak with you.

Run a trace.

I'll try to keep him talking.

- Put him through.

- Hey, Davis.

I got something you want.

No more f***ing deals this time.

The Sawtooth Killers.

You know the Sawtooth Killers?

Yeah. I thought that might

shut you up.

Well, I got the motherfuckers.

- Why should I trust you?

- Why should I trust you?

Come here, you'll see for yourself.

Bring an ambulance, all right?

- Yeah, where are you?

- Oh, man, come on.

Come on, man.

Sh... like you don't know.

- Lee, got that?

- You won't believe it.

- He's back where you came from.

- What?

The old farmhouse,

five minutes away, north of the mill.

- Can you get there?

- Yeah.

- All right. I'll get the guys in motion.

- I'm on it.

About time.

Look. The Sawtooth Killers?

You wanna see?

Right over there.

Yeah. Right there.

That crazy b*tch. And the Mexican.

They murdered my boyfriend.

- They were gonna kill us next.

- Who are you?

Rainn Bentley.

This man saved my life.

Look, they even filmed their sh*t.

All the crazy sh*t they do,

they got it on tape.

They got it caught on tape.

Right in there.

- I gotta go.

- Hey.

Hold up.

Think this makes things even?

Look, hey, man. Look,

I got a woman I gotta go to.

Who's that, Angela?

She's outside.

Mama!

Crazy motherf***er!

All right.

I'll have the charges

against you dropped.

I'll get you an ambulance.

Go on.

Solid.

Hey.

Hey, it's over. Come on.

Come on up. It's over.

It's over, all right?

Okay, come on.

Okay.

I trusted you

and you didn't come back.

- Baby, I was...

- Where's the money?

- The money? I was... It was...

- Oh, you're purple! Hell, no!

Well, when I look back on it...

...that was the luckiest day

in an unlucky man's life.

- Tell them about the money, baby.

- Oh, yeah.

And as luck would have it,

me and Angela...

...collected that

$200,000 reward money too.

Oh, yes.

Oh, yeah.

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