Harley Davidson and the Marlboro Man Page #5

Hey, I think you should do it again.

Someday. Maybe.

The hell'd you get that hog leg?

Denver.

This is a Ruger Super Blackhawk.

454 conversion.

God damn, Harley,

that's too much gun for you.

This is what I learned with.

Nobody learns with a converted 454.

I did.

That explains it.

I've been through

a lot of sh*t in my life.

But up until about three weeks ago,

the only God damn thing

I ever shot at was tin cans.

You know, I never wanted

to shoot at nobody in anger.

And I sure as sh*t

ain't never wanted to kill nobody.

Me, neither.

Take up a heading of zero one zero.

They're seven clicks northeast of here.

Sounds like the same heading

my co-pilot shouted out

the day we choppered into Khe Sanh.

Last thing the ugly bastard ever said.

Shut the f*** up and fly, Tom.

Okay. Okay.

Well, God, if you do exist

and you're up there watching

from wherever it is

you're watching from...

just look away for a minute.

Remember, these bastards

are bulletproof.

So aim for their heads, dead center.

You might wanna hold

onto that cannon with both hands.

Don't yank.

Don't pull.

Squeeze.

You ready?

Let's rock and roll these motherfuckers.

Let's make things right.

You know, that gun costs about two bucks

every time you fire it.

That's two bucks a bullet.

Well, how many did I hit?

You spent 12 bucks

and didn't hit a God damn thing.

I nailed one,

and it cost four and a quarter.

Where'd they go?

Right there,

and they're spending a fortune.

We really pissed them off this time.

No sh*t. Come on, let's go.

Harley?

Are you shooting?

- Harley?

- What?!

That's two for me.

You better get off your ass, Harley.

Hey, give me a f***ing break.

God knows I'm trying.

You better ask God for some help.

We ain't done yet.

F***! Sh*t! Piss!

Horseshit in a bear's ass!

Two bucks.

That's four.

Six.

You're gonna die today.

If you wanna make it fast,

tell me where the money is.

If you wanna make it slow, don't.

It's your choice.

It's a good day for dying.

I'll do it slow.

Hey, slick.

Cut him loose.

Oh, sh*t. I'm a dead man.

Where is the money?

Where is the money?

Squeeze it, Harley. Just squeeze it.

Agh!

- Sh*t.

- Sh*t!

That hurt, Harley. That hurt bad.

Looks like your luck just ran out.

Now, where is the money?

Shoot him, God damn it!

Keep shooting.

You'll make my job easier.

Shoot the bastard!

Don't think, just shoot him!

Shoot him!

Well, that one's for you. How'd it feel?

Best 12 bucks I ever spent.

Agh... son of a b*tch.

How you feeling?

Oh...

Like I've been rode hard and put up wet.

Well, shake it off. We got one more.

Let's go.

I can't believe

you f***ing shot me, Harley.

D*ckhead, you f***ing shot me.

Can't believe you shot me,

you sh*t bird.

I find it hard to believe

you greased those cue balls.

But it's a good thing somebody did.

Yeah? Why's that?

They were pussies.

Their clothes were made out of

that lightweight Japanese Kevlar.

All right, pal,

this is your last paycheck.

You work for us now.

Here's what we'll do.

As soon as I ask him to change

the lease and he says no,

just shoot his ass dead.

Why me?

I'm all out of bullets.

Yes, Howard, it's good

to hear from you, too.

Now, uh, what do you want from me?

Spit it out.

Uh-huh.

Uh, listen, How... Howard,

I'm not interested

in the third world, okay?

There's too much can go the wrong way

and not much that can go our way.

Now, we've had this discussion.

I don't want to have it again, okay?

Listen, Howard, say hello to your wife.

You're married, aren't you?

Looking for Chance Wilder. You him?

That's right.

Deal away, Harley.

Well, here.

This is yours. We took it.

Wasn't right of us.

So now you can change the lease back

to the Rock 'N' Roll Bar and Grill.

No handouts. No breaks.

Just a fair deal,

that's all we're asking.

You guys must be charmed...

to have made it this far.

Well, four of our friends are dead.

No, we're not charmed.

We're just pissed off.

That's too bad.

Oh!

That's too bad.

Sorry I pissed you off.

Listen...

the lease stands, okay?

So that's the end of that story.

So if you came here to kill me,

do it now.

If not, get the f*** out of here.

I don't have the time to play

with guys like you, okay?

I'm very busy.

Hey, this ain't a game.

All business is a game

one way or another.

Selling drugs ain't no game.

It's not your average game, that's true.

I make $500,000 a year to sit

in this office and run this bank, okay?

I make another $50 million a year to sit

in the same office and run those drugs.

Now, that's a big game,

and it's big-time.

Well, game's over.

Go ahead and do it, Marlboro.

What are you waiting for?

Just kill him and let's get

the f*** out of here.

I can't do it.

It's not right.

Hey, this scumbag killed four

of our friends just for laughs.

Still doesn't make it right.

What are you talking about?

My old man used to tell me,

before he left this shitty world,

never shoot an unarmed man.

Marlboro, f*** your old man.

Your old man's dead.

Leave my old man out of this, all right?

All right. Here. Now he's armed.

That gun's empty, Harley.

So what?

This piece of sh*t gives drugs to kids.

Drop it!

You guys, did you really think you were

just gonna walk in here and shoot me?

You... you thought that, didn't you?

That was the plan.

Yeah, that was the plan.

You guys... you guys

are a piece of work.

You got an edge. And I like that.

I do. I like that.

It almost makes me sorry

that I have to kill you.

But I... I do. Hmm.

I do right now.

What'd you do? Did you pay him?

No, man, that was your money.

You paid him. He did that for free.

You guys.

Like your buddy said, f*** your old man.

He's dead, right? F*** him.

Let's see what you're made of, huh?

Think fast!

Harley!

- Good timing.

- I told you to shoot the f***.

Hey, guns are made

to be shot, not thrown.

I was just trying to even the odds.

Where you going this time?

Who says I'm going?

You always do, Harley.

It's that time.

You wanna come with me?

Can't.

I shouldn't have asked.

You never say yes.

- Get the hell outta here.

Vaya con Dios, amigo.

This is Robert Lee Edison,

a third-generation cowboy

with his own brand of misery.

He hails from Las Vegas, Nevada,

and hasn't seen the back of a bull's neck

since he got off real hard

in the National Finals Rodeo

seven years ago.

Let's see what he gets done

on a bull called Hondo,

the top bull of the Diamond S

rodeo company.

Okay, big boy, let's make it a good one.

Outside!

Outside! Okay, cowboy.

...and then you cry

I said walk with me

Talk to me

Take my hand

To the man

All the sounds

What we found

It's you I found...

Hey.

- Where you heading?

- Nowhere special.

Come on, I'll take you there.

Girl, I know how you feel

This thing called love

So come on.

Ride on

Ride on

Ride with me

So come on

Ride on

Ride on

Ride with me

I'd give you anything you want

Loving just your heart

Would you love me if I were poor

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