Lone Wolf Mcquade Page #3

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Don't you even breathe fast.

Thanks. I figured you'd bring him around.

It has been my pleasure, JJ.

Hang onto him till I get back.

I'm gonna clean up

and pay a little visit to Senor Falcon.

- What about me, Ranger?

- Hold down the fort... partner.

Bueno.

Let's go have

another little talk with our guest.

(Snow) What you gonna do? What you

gonna do, man? I'm not scared of you.

(singing)

What the hell...?

Damn!

(singing and sound of vacuum cleaner)

(she sings loudly)

- What the hell are you doing?

- Oh, hi.

- I just thought I'd clean up a bit.

- Lady, if I want a maid, I'll hire one.

Jim, you're a hopeless slob.

Let me have my cord.

What's this?

Vitamins.

Where's my beer?

In the garbage.

Can't you see you're killing yourself?

Lady...

if I want to kill myself,

it's my own business.

Fine. That's just fine.

Adios.

(door slams)

Sh*t.

Hey, wait a minute,

wait a minute, wait a minute.

Look, uh...

I, uh... I didn't mean to be such a...

What I mean is...

Lola, I...

I'm sorry.

You know, you could use some

improvement. You really could.

Yeah, I know.

(she sobs)

Hey! I'm not the trash.

OK, you're asking for it.

OK. Here.

- Sorry. This is by invitation only.

- This is my invitation.

Hey.

So, the lone wolf pays us a visit.

As you can see, mine's bigger.

Mine's loaded.

(laughs)

- Tell me, Ranger, do you like games?

- I'm not here to discuss games, Falcon.

- (buzzer)

- Damn!

- Then what brings you?

- Guns.

Guns? You know, at one time

I had a great interest in guns.

- Somebody tells me you still do.

- And you would like to believe him.

Two nights ago,

several men died in a convoy heist.

Yes. Of course I'm aware of these things.

However the certain party who is stealing

the guns was once a close friend of mine.

He might take it personally

if I were to divulge details.

He is a businessman, just like I am, and...

Why am I telling you this? You will find

these things out for yourself in good time.

- Meanwhile I'll enjoy watching the game.

- It may be a game to you, Falcon.

But if I find out you're playing,

I'm gonna have your little ass.

Well, Ranger, it's been a pleasure having

a chat with you. But I'm afraid I must go.

(Falcon) Oh, and Ranger?

The man you caught - Snow.

I understand he won't live

through the night. Adios now. (cackles)

- You can't get through?

- I'm sorry, 6R1. I can't help you.

That line's been reported out of order.

Mm-hm.

Tell you what I'm gonna do.

Snow calls it. There's his 30 cents.

I call it. There's my 30 cents.

What have you got, baby?

- Best hand all day.

- Look at that. Pair of kings.

Look at that, folks.

Three eights. Isn't that delicious?

You didn't win here. I'm gonna

take a little bit of your money.

How much this time?

- A quarter.

- One quarter, you wish to try. 25 cents.

Sit still, boy!

Now, you are going to love this game.

You're gonna get a marvellous hand.

Unfortunately it is going to be slightly

inferior to mine, but

you're going to like it.

What do you got, boy? What do I hear

from you? What do I hear from you?

- I need another beer.

- Oh, you need another beer.

- No cards up the sleeve, huh?

- No need to, with a patsy like you.

You learn when you play this game

that you really play people, not...

You don't play cards, you play people.

Loose lips sink ships.

You understand?

I thought you would.

I just play the cards good and tight.

Oh, f***!

(siren)

(cracking)

(Snow screams) No! Don't kill me!

(Kayo) Dakota! You all right?

Dakota! Answer me!

Kayo.

Kayo?

It's OK, kid.

Captain.

Ranger, I think you know Agent Jackson.

This is Colonel Remsing

and ATF Special Agent Burnside.

- Feds.

- You better read this.

- Federal indictment?

- With your name on it.

You're dealing with

international gun smugglers. Butchers.

They provide every damn terrorist

organisation in the world with our guns.

I can't stand by you on this one, Ranger.

You withheld evidence, harboured

a key witness in a federal investigation,

caused a good man's death and violated

every jurisdictional clause in the book.

I've no choice but to put you on probation.

You'll take a mandatory vacation without

pay until this matter can be cleared up.

You want my star, Captain?

That won't be necessary. Not yet.

Hey, Wolf. How's my boy?

Jim...

What's wrong?

Nothing worth talking about.

Hey.

Hey.

Are you OK?

Yeah, I'm OK.

(wolf growls)

Lola!

- You think they got the message?

- Just like you planned.

Damn.

(he yells)

Jim?

Come on. Let's go home.

I'll see you soon, honey.

- Daddy, aren't you coming in?

- No, I'd better get going.

I don't wanna leave you.

You're becoming quite a lady, you know.

I'm gonna miss you, honey.

- I love you, Daddy.

- Oh, I love you too.

Pretty jittery for a Ranger.

- Pretty quiet for a fed.

- Oh, I make it my business.

Looks like somebody

doesn't like you, McQuade.

- I make a few enemies here and there.

- Yeah? So do I.

- What do you want?

- I came to enlist your help.

See, I'm not the token n*gger

when it comes to following the rules.

Get to the point.

(Jackson) I know they got a drop-off point

somewhere between here and Big Bend.

- That's 500 square miles.

- Who knows? We might just get lucky.

Pretty desolate terrain, McQuade.

(McQuade) There are no roads up here.

- This could take weeks.

- Yeah, it's gettin' late.

We'd better turn back.

See somethin'?

Take us down over there.

There's been some activity here. Pretty

well-organised for the middle of nowhere.

There's nothing

indicated here on the map.

What's goin' on?

I've got a bad feeling about this place.

(Kayo) Well, Ranger, how does it feel

to be baby-sitting Burnside?

(McQuade) Candy-ass feds.

McQuade! What is this?

A damn goat trail?

- If you wanna turn back, that's fine

by me. - Who the hell does he think he is?

He knows this country better than you

know the warts on your wife's backside.

Why don't we all line up and kiss his ass?

- I'll be damned.

- You need some help?

Let's show 'em what this baby can do.

What the hell does he think he's doin'?

What the hell...?

Hang on.

- What's he got there? A damn tank?

- Why don't you just shut the hell up?

Let's go.

A real pretty setup, huh?

It's been too easy.

Let's check around

before we make a move.

Burnside, hold it.

- This is the FBI.

- Burnside!

Drop your weapons

or we'll commence firing.

Get down!

- Run for it. I'll cover you.

- I'm staying here.

Get your ass out of here!

That's an order, Trooper!

You son of a b*tch!

Now this is my idea of fun.

Rawley, that's enough!

Look, darling. I have a surprise for you.

One of your new friends.

Rawley, please! Rawley!

I waited a long time for this.

Please don't do it this way, Rawley!

Very well, my dear.

Get his truck. I have a better idea.

Get her out of here.

You murderer! You murderer!

Let go of me!

Pick him up.

Put him in it.

Something to remember you by.

Adios.

Freeze, a**holes!

Ranger!

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