Harley Davidson and the Marlboro Man Page #3

but I can't take care of the b*tch.

Why not? You did once.

You boy might wanna

take a look at this sh*t.

What is it?

Un-melted pure Crystal Dream.

Well, what the f*** is that,

and what the f*** is it doing here?

It's a drug, and I don't know

what the f*** it's doing here.

I'm a son of a b*tch.

We jumped the wrong train.

Oh, f***!

Sh*t, man.

His little brother OD'ed

using this sh*t.

Don't worry, Hose,

we ain't drug dealers.

This is not a walk in the park, Harley.

This is way f***ing

out there on the edge.

These guys aren't street dealers

dealing grass and pills.

They're killers.

They killed their own men

trying to waste us.

That's enough, Jimmy.

Never liked this plan from the start.

But you needed help, and you took it.

So don't whine about it now.

What's done is done.

There ain't no turning back.

Who are these men?

Judging from their ability and data

we gathered, they're dilettantes.

Details would suggest that they were

not aware of the cargo they've stolen.

If they're amateurs,

how'd they destroy two vehicles...

and then manage

to get away with the goods?

- Hmm?

- They were extremely lucky.

Mm.

I don't have time for luck, now do I?

Get back what's mine.

And kill these men, Alexander, okay?

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, babe.

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Whoo...

Oh, man, we really f***ed up big.

Marlboro, how the f***

was I supposed to know

somebody's using a bank

as a front to run drugs?

Harley, I'm tired and I'm pissed.

And I'd just like to unwind.

So stop thinking.

Oh, f***, man, now I gotta think

of some way to make things right.

- Hi.

- Hey.

I know you don't know me,

but I don't have a way home,

and Jimmy said

that you'd give me a ride.

Sure, I'll give you a ride, Sally.

Oh, the name tag's wrong.

My real name's Honey.

Pure gold and sweet.

I'm off at 10:
00.

Well, my old man used to tell me,

before he left this shitty world,

the right woman can make you,

and the wrong one can break you.

You know, I woke up one morning...

and she was gone.

No note. No kiss goodbye. No nothing.

And I still have feelings

for her deep inside.

Well, partner...

I only know of two cures

for that particular ailment.

And since you don't drink anymore,

you're down to one.

Let me borrow your bike.

I gotta take Sally home.

Get a cab.

Stand up and put your hands

behind your head.

Ah, hell, I was just blowing off

a little steam.

Yeah? Well, You blew in the wrong place.

Now kiss the wall and spread 'em.

Okay, cowboy, let's blow off some steam.

What's wrong tonight?

I'm getting married.

God damn you, Robert,

I'm tired of waiting around

for you to come by

when you feel the need.

I get lonely.

I like to share my bed

with someone at night.

Hell, isn't that what we're doing?

One, maybe two nights a month,

if I'm lucky.

Well, I am what I am, Virginia.

I've accepted that, even loved it.

But I don't have to like it.

I get scared for you. I worry.

You could spend the rest of your life

looking for whatever the hell

it is you're looking for,

but someday you're gonna

have to find yourself.

I just can't wait

for you to do it anymore.

I love you, Robert.

But after tonight,

you're not welcome here anymore.

With your long black hair

Fallin' down your face

Red lips and lethal pout

Send me to heaven

Seein' is believin'

Baby, you're so strange...

Oh, f***.

That's for Marlboro.

Me and you'll go out

and have something to eat.

You're a bad man, Harley.

What are you two up to this time?

Do you know anything

about this new drug, Crystal Dream?

It's 100% addictive and kills

one out of every seven users.

Don't mess with it, Harley.

I don't mess with drugs no more,

you know that.

It's a liquid-based blue crystalline

substance

with a neurotoxin RAH...

retina-activating hallucinogen.

Hmm, so it sort of numbs the senses

and makes the world look better?

Yeah, that's the high.

The low is it damages the central nervous

system, causes insanity and then death.

On the street it's called "The Dream."

Thank you.

Hey, I'm broke.

You know something, Harley?

In a weird way I'm jealous of you two.

But why's that?

The rest of us work

so damn hard at life, and...

you guys just live it one day at a time.

Yeah.

See ya.

Hey, what's with you and them boots?

Lay off my boots, Harley.

I'm in no f***ing mood.

Did you have a rough night?

Woke up smelling the coffee.

Gimme a light.

Hey, I thought you quit.

Just give me a light.

Whose bike?

Probably hers.

She ain't got no Harley.

Hey, man, what're you doing?

It ain't hers, but I'll bet

I know whose it is.

Whose?

His.

You gotta cross and cut

the red and the green wire.

I know how to hot-wire a bike, Harley.

Don't tell me how to hot-wire

a God damn bike.

You gotta turn on the gas.

If he's gonna take my girl,

I'm gonna take his bike.

You sure this is the right bank?

Yeah, I'm sure.

How sure?

Hey, man, I'm real sure.

Yeah, well, you were real sure

there was gonna be money

on that armored truck.

You were real sure

this plan was gonna work.

You better be right about this,

or I'm for real sure

gonna break your head

so you can't think no more.

Hey, man, why don't you lighten up?

Tell me about that guy

that's working Virginia.

Don't care. Didn't ask.

You mean you're gonna let her go

just like that?

From where I stand, she let me go.

Well, you know, if she wants you

to chase her, that's the game.

My old man used to tell me,

before he left this shitty world,

never chase buses or women.

You always get left behind.

I assume you're here to do business?

Well... I'd like to do some business

with you some other time.

But right now we got to talk

to the man upstairs.

Stay on my tail.

No problem.

Well, looks like we really

rattled the cage, Marlboro.

You know this ain't gonna fly.

I'll bet you it flies.

- How much?

- I'll bet you a dollar.

But if you win, you're gonna have

to give me some credit

'cause that cab fare last night

broke me.

If I win, we're dead.

Well, strap on your seat belt

and get ready to fly.

American Airlines.

You've got something of mine.

And I want it back.

Oh, really? What is that?

You know something?

You've got balls. Big ones.

But they're not as big

as you might think.

Well, mister, my balls are big enough

to get your attention.

What do you want?

Oh, how's about two and a half

million dollars?

Nah, wait a minute. Check that.

I got a little side bet going.

Make that two and a half

million dollars plus a buck.

When? Where?

Airplane graveyard.

Late. Tonight.

Well, I'll tell you what,

you better call your boys off

or you ain't gonna get nothing.

Yeah. Talk to you

on the rebound... a**hole.

Yes, sir?

Let 'em go, Alexander.

Let 'em go.

Okay, let's do it.

Your boys are good...

for dilettantes.

They're not my boys. They're my friends.

Yeah. Let's see the crystals.

Let's see the cash.

Hey. Open it real slow, huh?

Why the extra dollar?

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