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jumpin' in the hall like you did.

- I also stood on the

back of your motorcycle

and shot at him all the way down the road!

- Yeah, dumb!

We lost our only weapon.

(melancholy music)

You had them you all that time?

- Do you have any matches?

The negs are in there, too.

Thanks for letting me to dumb things, Mac.

No one's ever let me do that before.

(faint country music)

- Hey, she's been out an awful long time.

Do you think she's okay?

- Yeah, I think she's okay.

- Maybe I should just loosen

up her clothes a little bit.

Man, bad idea!

Sure would be good to get home, huh?

You wanna go swimmin' with me?

- No!

- You never wanna go swimmin'!

What's the use of livin'

right by the beach

if you never go swimmin'?

Are you ashamed of your body, Kurt?

(bell dings)

- Holy sh*t!

Haven't seen one of these in a long time!

- Think you can fix it?

- Sure!

But gettin' parts and all?

Could take three,

three, maybe four days.

- Tell you what, this your truck?

- [Fraser] I can't believe

you sold your motorcycle

just like that!

- Look who's talkin'.

You gave yours away for a kiss!

Listen, when we get inside,

I'll do all the talkin'.

Got it?

- Yeah, I got it.

- You know, it's still

not too late to dump you!

- Hey, I said I got it, okay?

- Just make sure you do.

- Hey!

Aren't you the two that came--

- That's right.

We need some information.

- Howdy, boys!

Well, Hector!

I reckon these are the two fellas

you were tellin' about, huh?

- Sorta.

These are the two who came in

after their mother felt his friend!

- I see!

Well, boys, what do you ha--

- What's your name?

- Sheriff Gilbert.

- One more screw up like this,

it'll be Patrolman Gilbert,

you got that?

I just asked this man to

produce his phone records,

and instead, he tries to bribe me.

Now, is this the kind

of civic responsibility

you two boys teach around here?

- Fred, I-I--

- Shut up, Hector!

Alright.

Who might you be, friend?

- MacDonald.

DEA, Midwest division.

- Yeah?

Then why did Hector say he

saw you two ridin' around

on a souped up motorcycle

like a bunch of Hell's Angels

or somethin'?

- Shut up, Albert!

Yeah!

Why were you two on that cycle, huh?

- Because...

- We're undercover.

- We're undercover.

- Any fool could see that.

- Who in Sam Hill is he?

- Sweeney.

- Sweeney.

(loud pat)

- It's okay.

Sweeney, juvenile division.

- When they come bustin' in here,

the boy did say they were

on official business, Fred!

- Is that right, kid?

- Kid?

Kid?

Let me spell this out for you

in simple sentences, Sheriff.

I've got more commendations

than the combined IQ

of your police force.

Right, MacDonald?

- That's right!

- And I was single-handedly

responsible for the Iowa takedown.

We got over two tons

out of Des Moines alone.

Right, MacDonald?

- That's right, Sweeney.

- Now, Sheriff.

Let's talk about you.

- Me?

- We've been after two of

the biggest drug suppliers

in the tri-state area for over a year now.

Now, you don't want me to get into

how they happened to be operating

right under your very nose now, do you?

- He's got you there, Fred.

- Oh, shut up!

- We don't have all day here!

I'll do it myself!

Sheriff, give me a hand here!

- Now, just wait

a minute here!

I'm still Sheriff of this here county!

Alright, Hector.

- The older fella.

Made a call right after they

got in here this morning.

About 10 o'clock.

- Sheriff, I'd do yourself a favor

and run a TXP6049, immediately.

- A what?

- A TXP6049, immediately.

- Well, I heard him!

You think I'm deaf or

somethin', for God sakes!

- Hey!

Get your switchboard

supervisor on the phone now!

- June?

June, Sheriff Gilbert.

Yeah, I'm down here with Hector.

Now, I need a--

- A rabbit.

On every call out of

town around that time.

- Yeah, I need all the

long distance calls made

on this phone this

morning around 10 o'clock!

Yeah.

Alright, thanks, June!

Well.

- Thank you.

- Sheriff, your country owes you one.

- Oh, hey, kid!

You know, I didn't mean nothin'

about the way I was talkin', I--

- Kid, huh?

- Oh, sorry.

Sir, sir!

- Hey, Mac, was that a real badge?

- Yeah, I did some night watchman

work when I was in Tucson.

Always meant to get back.

Where're you goin'?

- I thought I'd call my mom

so she won't worry.

- You know who this is.

- Hi, guess who?

- You're the guy that

called this morning, right?

- Fraser, where were you?

I called twice last night.

- Oh, really?

I must have been in the dark room.

- You crazy?

What are you callin' again for?

- Well, are you okay?

Why are you calling?

- Just double-checking the meet, is all.

- Oh, I'm fine, I'm fine.

Just checkin' in, that's all.

How's Grandma?

- What?

You don't listen so good?

- She's okay.

And I called Billy's house.

His mother hasn't seen you all day.

- Oh yeah, I was at the

library for most of the day.

- Hollywood Reservoir, nine

a.m., day after tomorrow.

- Got it, Reservoir.

- Fraser, is there

somebody there with you?

- Hey, is someone there with you?

- It's the radio. Look, I gotta go.

- Mom, it's the TV.

Look, I really gotta go, okay?

- Okay, you take care.

- Okay, let's party!

- Bye.

- The deal's in LA, I figure.

Now get in the truck.

What?

- We're goin' to Los Angeles?

- Yeah, why, you got

somethin' against California?

- No!

No, it's just I've--

I've never really seen an ocean before.

(birds chirping)

- (laughs) Oh, man, Kurt!

We're almost in Las Vegas!

Hey, when we stop for gas,

maybe we can take turns watching her,

and we play slots--

- Rowdy!

- What?

- Gambling is for losers!

Okay?

- Losers?

- Yes!

- Oh.

That's why!

- Welcome to Nevada, kid.

- Where are we?

- A place.

We get a fresh start in the

morning, be in LA by four.

- Mac?

(laughs) Oh, jeez, Mac!

(Mac laughs)

- Hannah, meet Fraze.

Short for Fraser.

- Howdy, Fraze.

- Hi.

- Well, come on in!

(giggles) Damn, it's good to see you!

- It's good to see you!

Oh, Hannah.

- Mm?

- You wouldn't have

anything to eat, would ya?

Fraser's real hungry.

- Sure.

Hey, Fraze, why don't you

go on out to the kitchen

and I'll have someone

wrestle you up some food.

- Yeah, okay.

- It's all downhill, kid.

- Hey, Cindy.

See to Fraser, will ya?

He's a little bit hungry.

(relaxing rock music)

- Hi!

I'm Cindy.

So you're hungry?

(loud groan)

- Get her feet, would you?

- I got it, I got it.

- Rowdy, come on!

- I got it!

- [Kurt] Let's get her outta here.

I'll get the other side.

Can you get the door alright?

- I got it.

- Excuse me, excuse me, hi! Hi!

Hey, you must be my new neighbors!

My name is Dawn!

Dawn Johnson.

But it's spelled D-A-W-N. (laughs)

I just moved in next door!

- Hi.

This is my sister.

- She okay?

Oh, sure.

Yeah.

She's resting.

- Oh!

- She just got

rolfed?

- Bye!

See you!

- Oh, hi, hi!

This is my sister!

She just got rolfed?

Rolfed?

- Well, what was

I supposed to say, Kurt?

"Hi, this is somebody we just snagged?

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