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and do something weird

like sell bait.

What did you say,

"Sayonara, crime-stoppers?

"Keep your guns in your pants."

- Something like that, yeah.

- Mm-hmm.

Although I am in town

to find out about a guy.

I think he might have

come in here.

I'm not exactly

an information center, Streak.

A lot of guys come in here.

Well, this one

you definitely would remember.

A big dark guy with a head

the size of a watermelon...

and a tattoo of a green-and-red

snake on his chest.

Now, why would I get to see it?

Here comes the bride.

Robin, you're not

dropping the dime on anybody...

'cause the guy's already dead.

He was killed in a plane crash

with some illegals and a priest.

The only survivor

was a little girl.

And Annie and I

are just trying to find out...

everything about her

that we can.

Annie.

How is Annie?

She and I really ought to

get together one of these days.

Hey, Jerry, wake up.

The lady wants a drink. Give me

a fresh orange slice this time.

I don't know what Johnny Dartez

would be doing...

with a priest and some illegals.

Who's Johnny Dartez?

A guy who runs drugs for Bubba.

For Bubba Rocque?

I know you, right? You're a cop.

Nope.

Now, come on, man.

I got two big talents.

One is as a mixologist,

the other's for faces.

I'm no cop.

Maybe not anymore.

Don't you remember me?

It's Jerry something-or-other,

right?

You went up the road

about five years ago...

for bashing in

some tired, wheezing...

broken-down old man

with a lead pipe.

Ain't that right, Jerry?

How was Angola, brother?

Can I buy you a drink,

lieutenant?

As I recall, you used to get

kind of thirsty...

about this time of day.

Hey, you're

getting in my face, partner.

So?

So right about now

I'm thinking...

your head would make

a real nice toilet brush.

I ain't no swinging dick.

I know better than to f*** with

the wrong people.

Don't I, Robin?

He ain't no swinging dick.

Hey, listen, you didn't hear

anything from me, all right?

Bubba's crazy, Dave.

I've known Bubba my whole life.

There's nothing

you can tell me about him...

that I haven't heard before.

Take care now, darling.

Oh, Dave, you remember that man,

rent from us this morning...

the one talk funny,

not from around here, no?

No, I don't,

but what about him?

He run the boat up on the bar

and bust off the propeller.

- You want me to go get him?

- No.

- I'll go. Where is he?

- South of the four corners.

You ask him

where he come from...

he don't know how to keep

the boat on the bayou, no.

What's the trouble, partner?

Batist says

you ran over a sandbar.

Let's have a look.

Nice and easy, motherf***er.

Don't look up, my friend.

That would change

everything for us...

and make things real bad

for you.

Looks like it hurts.

Now, you can

get out of this easy...

or Toot could

sculpt your ears over...

and make your head

look like a f***ing mannequin.

He'd love to do it for you.

He was a voodoo priest or some

f***ing thing down in Haiti.

Tell him what you did

to Robin, Toot.

You talk too much, get finished.

Want to eat.

- Guess what he did to her.

- F*** you.

What?

You heard me. I said f*** you.

Whatever you do to me here,

I'm going to square.

And if I don't,

I got friends who will.

Yeah? I got news for you.

You're still breathing 'cause

I'm in a good f***ing mood.

When you start talking

to somebody else's whores...

when you start

poking your nose...

into other people's sh*t,

you got to pay the man.

That's the rules.

Old time homicide roach

ought to know that.

Hey, Robin got off easy.

Put her finger in the door,

broke it for her.

Come on, man. I'm hungry.

All right, I'm going

to wrap this up for you...

'cause you're starting

to remind me...

of a dog down there.

You got a house.

You got a boat business.

You got a wife. You got a lot

to be thankful for.

So don't get in

nobody else's sh*t.

Now, we'll let the man

pay his tab.

Not for nothing, Toot.

I could eat a little something.

Let's eat.

That's all you think about...

that big, fat belly.

Hey.

Dave,

let the sheriff handle it.

The sheriff?

For God's sakes, that guy

is an ex-dry cleaner...

who looks like a frito salesman.

What the hell

is he going to do?

Jesus.

You look good, considering.

Minos Dautrieve.

The door was open.

I'm curious...

why a bunch of moral retards

who deal in dope and whores...

are suddenly

so interested in you.

How come

you didn't want me to know...

Johnny Dartez

was on that plane?

Was Dartez working for you?

He was.

Till he hitched a ride on

that plane rigged with a bomb...

and Bubba Rocque or somebody

that worked for Bubba...

blew him out of the sky.

Along with the other

four fucks on that plane.

Look, all I know

is I want Bubba off the board.

You're never going to do that

by squeezing his people.

No? And how is it you have

all this omniscient knowledge?

Hey, man, we grew up together.

I know Bubba Rocque.

We were in high school.

He was one of those guys

who was eating light bulbs...

and pushing thumb tacks

into his kneecaps.

You know what?

I think you may have

the delusion...

you're still a police officer.

And I want you

to drink it all up.

There you go.

I'm gonna go into New Orleans.

I'll be back tonight,

all right?

You're supposed to be in bed.

Ever since that plane went down,

the DEA has been here twice...

and we've had

our lives threatened.

Now, the sheriff

is a real nice guy...

who should be taking the stains

out of people's clothes.

This situation is not

gonna take care of itself.

I'm just going to go

straighten this out.

What's happening, Streak?

Well, I'll tell you

what's happening.

You are getting on a plane

for Key West, Florida.

Hey, what am I going to do

in Key West?

The boys down there

would rather watch you dance.

You're going to go to work

in a restaurant...

owned by a friend of mine.

That's what you're gonna do.

One of your A.A. pals?

I got enough troubles of my own

without...

getting my head shrunk

by a bunch of ex-drunks.

Hey, this is

a really nice restaurant.

A lot of famous people

go there.

Tennessee Williams

ate there one time.

Whoopee.

Listen, Dave...

I got plenty of fingers.

I'm sorry that happened.

That was my fault,

and I'm very sorry about that.

Forget about it.

Comes with my stage career.

- Robin!

- Hey!

I think you're already there,

baby doll.

Give me the damn thing.

No more bullshit.

I'm going to square what those

two guys did to you and me...

and when I do, you're not going

to be welcome in New Orleans.

You understand me?

I got your plane ticket

for you right here...

and I got two hundred dollars

for you.

Wow.

Just like the old Streak...

riding in on a white horse

to save little Robin again.

Should've been

a priest or something.

My friend's name and number

is right there on the envelope.

There you go.

Hey.

Would you stay

just a minute, please?

I promise I'll get on the plane.

Just...

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