Hell Ride Page #3

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Beer?

Yeah.

Which a**hole are you betting on?

I'm betting you're a bigger a**hole than

the two of them put together

I'll drink to that.

To the President of A**holes.

It took me years to figure out if you were a good guy...

Or a bad guy...

Is that good thing? Or a bad thing?

It's how come I'm the Pres.

I'm gonna kill the two of you

soon as you wear yourselves out a little more.

Rope-a-dopes!

You know, my life used to be...

One long biker party.

All the p*ssy was wide open and

The whiskey was flowing.

Now it seems my...

Life has turned into some kind of a...

Psycho symphony.

A symphony in six hundred and sixty-six movements.

A six hundred and sixty-six cc psycho symphony,

With no intermezzos.

- SHUT THE F*** UP!

What the hell were you two a**holes thinking?

Dani, can I be alone with my two a**holes?

No Victor...

Does any business...

Without getting the go-ahead from me first.

You told us, to never-ever bother you,

when you were f***ing!

I had everything covered.

Infiltrators. Rats!

Benedict Arnolds up the ass!

I had us covered!

You had -you- covered!

Now goddammit! I rue the day, I became a Victor!

And I rue the day, that I brought Bix in!

You didn't bring Bix in.

He suckered you, into introducing him to me.

Nobody likes to be... suckered!

Hey.

Go easy on him!

I actually felt that one.

Good.

We got some serious hell-fighting

to do with Billy Wings.

In... or out?

Well, I don't know, only one way.

Which way's it gonna be?

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe.

I'm in.

Good.

I'm holding two aces.

I'm holding two aces and one Deuce.

I'm holding one Deuce, at the Inn 6.

Off of Route 66.

I had it covered.

I had it all f***ing covered.

I want you to meet me at Inn 6, Route 66

Tomorrow morning, at 6AM.

Think you can remember that?

- Are you gonna tell me six more times?

Child of six can remember that.

Hey.

What do those white wings mean?

They're for licking virgin p*ssy.

Red wings, for licking a bleeding p*ssy.

See that?

Blue and yellow, for licking a police woman.

Blue, yellow and brown wings.

They're for licking a police woman's a**hole.

Green wings...

For licking a p*ssy with crabs.

And purple wings..

They're for licking a dead p*ssy.

See that?

Pill-popping, c*nt-eating...

dog-smoking motherf***er!

But you know... In a good way.

Get out of here.

Come 'ere.

Comanche.

I want you to meet Maria.

Hello.

What the hell are you, and what the f*** is your story?

I'm just a guy named Comanche.

A Victor...

Named Comanche.

That's my story.

Do you know anything about a key?

No, tell me about it.

Do you know anything about a safe-deposit box?

No...

Tell me about it.

Ever heard of Cherokee Kisum?

I knew a Cherokee Indian woman once.

The Deuce did too, from way back.

And they weren't busy leading the sexual revolution.

They were busy producing acid.

They made a fortune on the LSD market.

Then coke.

The only problem was...

She was f***ing over the Deuce while she was f***ing him.

And let me tell you something...

She stashed away one hell of a mint.

On July 4th, 1976

She went up in flames.

She had a boy.

Nobody saw that boy ever again.

How do I know for sure that you're you?

Stand up.

Hi Deuce. How are ya?

Hello Johnny.

It's been, many a moon.

Ah, thank you, for this suite Johnny.

You know, uh... Hope I'm not being unreasonable, but...

No mint on the pillow again, last night.

No pillow, in fact.

You know Johnny.

Mint-whoring is...

Not good for business.

The key to a good business relationship is,

everybody's happy.

I'm not happy, Johnny.

That's...

That's a very nice suit.

Yeah, well, it used to be.

Before I was Shanghaid two nights ago.

I thought you got killed by a big rig

back in '86!

I ain't happy Johnny.

Who is, Deuce?

I mean...

Tell me if it's none of my business, but I, I...

I heard you did a lot of traveling all these years.

That's very true. In America.

Building an empire.

Just right around, the summer of '76

I think, when you...

You kind of...

You know, Johnny.

Motorcycles' a big business.

A -big- business.

I mean, books, magazines,

Clothing, customizing shops.

So big that I finally had to give up...

Riding bikes, so I could...

Concentrate on my motorcycle business.

I travelled all over the United States.

The Keystone State...

the Treasure State...

The Show Me State...

Setting up businesses.

I decided to come back here, because

Because I had some, unfinished business.

Boy, oh boy.

I tell you.

I don't know nothing about the...

Keystone States...

The Treasure State or the Show Me State.

I don't know 'em...

My business has always been

Just kinda minding my own business.

So how is business?

It's business as usual.

Good.

Then, can we get down to business?

Let's cut a deal.

How's this. I get the Sixers of your back.

And off of The Gent's back.

And uh...

You give me whatever you think I'm entitled to

For services rendered.

And everybody's happy.

The three key points of this deal being that...

I get deposited back in LA

With my entitlement

And you and The Gent, get to die old men.

Those are the three keypoints of this deal.

I've had enough of you.

Cut out the double talk.

He doesn't know anything about

a safe-deposit box or a key.

Key...?

What...

What, what key are you talking about?

The key that Cherokee Kisum had made.

Who's Cherokee Kisum?

Cherokee Kisum was the young woman

You kept company with.

The young woman, who was set on fire on

July 4th, 1976.

Deuce, she's gotta burn.

No, Johnny, I...

I'm sorry, I don't have any recollection of any of this.

It was quite a long time ago.

Can you recollect setting St. Louie on fire

a couple of nights ago?

Deuce! I swear!

Pistolero never said a f***ing thing about

Any safe-deposit box!

No Johnny.

No memory of it at all.

But then...

I ain't no Marcel Proust.

You got any, proof of all this?

Do I need f***ing proof?

Well, you must need something, or...

I'd be dead already, wouldn't I?

The only reason you're not dead is,

before I kill you

I wanted to ask Sonny Kisum if he'd

like to cut off your head

Before I do it.

Hell yes.

I waited all these years, to kill him with you.

We still got business with Billy Wings.

Partners in crime, right?

I had Eddie Zero trying to track down Sonny Kisum for years.

Maybe you would have found Sonny Kisum.

If your tracker wasn't a 24/7 hash head.

No.

No, in my opinion, you don't find Sonny Kisum

Until Sonny Kisum wants to be found.

I was just about to say that.

Cherokee Kisum...

Was one wild as hell woman.

A good woman.

But wild...

I gave her my word.

If anything happened to her

I'd safekeep the treasure for her boy.

Is it being kept safe for her?

And the safekeeping of Cherokee Kisum was?

She wasn't looking to me for safekeeping?

I never knew what happened the day she died.

And couldn't find anyone who did.

It was a thirty-six carrat,

Diamond-studded,

Solid gold riddle.

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