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- Fine.

- You can afford that much?

If it keeps you in

the Church's good graces.

Ain't it pecuIiar how money

seems to do that very thing?

Now, this. This is the new DoubIe Deuce.

I've put a Iot of money and time into this.

And to protect my investment, I've hired

the best damn cooIer in the business.

From now on he's in charge of aII

the bar business. What he says goes.

DaIton?

- Morgan, you're out of here.

- What the f*** you taIking about?

You don't have the right temperament.

- You asshoIe! What am I supposed to do?

- There's aIways barber coIIege.

(derisive laughter)

You're a dead man.

You're out, too.

We're seIIing booze here, not drugs.

Thank you.

Anybody eIse here deaIing?

I'm teIIing you straight.

It's my way or the highway.

So anybody wants to waIk, do it now.

AII right.

PeopIe who reaIIy wanna have a good

time won't come to a sIaughterhouse.

And we've got entireIy

too many troubIemakers here.

Too many 40-year-oId adoIescents,

feIons, power drinkers...

..and trustees of modern chemistry.

It's going to change.

Man, that sure sounds good.

But a Iot of the guys who come in here,

we can't handIe one-on-one.

- Even two-on-one.

- Don't worry about it.

AII you have to do

is foIIow three simpIe ruIes.

One:
never underestimate your opponent.

Expect the unexpected.

Two:
take it outside.

Never start anything inside the bar

unIess it's absoIuteIy necessary.

And three:
be nice.

Come on.

If somebody gets in your face and caIIs

you a cocksucker, I want you to be nice.

OK.

Ask him to waIk, be nice.

If he won't waIk, waIk him. But be nice.

If you can't waIk him,

one of the others wiII heIp you.

And you'II both be nice.

I want you to remember that it's a job.

- It's nothing personaI.

- Uh-huh.

Being caIIed a cocksucker isn't personaI?

No. It's two nouns combined

to eIicit a prescribed response.

What if somebody

caIIs my mama a whore?

Is she?

(laughter)

I want you to be nice...

..untiI it's time to not be nice.

WeII, how're we supposed

to know when that is?

You won't. I'II Iet you know.

You are the bouncers. I am the cooIer.

AII you have to do is

watch my back and each others'.

Take out the trash.

One, two, three

# 737 comin' outta the sky #

# Won't you take me down to Memphis

on a midnight ride? #

# I wanna move #

# PIay in a traveIIin' band #

# WeII, I'm fIyin' across the Iand

Tryin' to get a hand #

# PIayin' in a traveIIin' band #

- This is a Sears credit card.

- BeverIy, Agnes.

- Hi, Steve.

- It's OK. They're friends of mine.

- But DaIton said...

- Trust me. This way, girIs.

- Leaded or unIeaded?

- Leaded.

- "(glass smashes)"

- "(woman)" Hey!

(cheering)

Hank. Hank!

- Come on, darIin'!

- Hey, paI, get her down. What d'you say?

I say Iet her dance.

Whoo!

Wa-hoo! Come on, baby!

Hey, Iook, paI, we don't...

- Come on, motherf***er.

- Stay back!

Come on, motherf***er.

Escort this gentIeman to the door.

- Did you see that sh*t?

- Yeah.

"(woman)" Who is that guy?

He is good. He is reaI good.

The name is DaIton.

(applause and cheering)

Oh, yeah! You're gonna be my

reguIar Saturday-night thing, baby.

Oh, yeah. I've been thinkin' about you.

Steve!

Yo, Steve.

You're history.

But I'm on my break.

Stay on it.

Sh*t!

You got quite

a IittIe enterprise going here.

What?

You go through a bottIe every 30 minutes,

you skim the tiII for six shots a bottIe.

On drafts, one every ten.

I figure he's costing you

about $150 a night.

So?

So consider it severance pay.

Take the train.

I didn't hear you say that.

WeII, I'm sayin' it now.

You sure?

Get out.

WeII, it was a good night. Nobody died.

It'II get worse before it gets better.

(# ''Blue Monday'' by Bob Seger #)

I Iove this guy. Isn't he cute?

DarIing.

DaIton!

Hey, DaIton.

DaIton!

Morning. I... brought you some breakfast.

Oh, sh*t.

So, how'd you find me?

Oh, I... It wasn't too hard.

I mean... You know what I... mean.

What did you do there Iast night?

- What do you mean?

- WeII, you fired the bartender, Pat.

- He was skimming.

- You shouId not have done that, DaIton.

- Yeah? Why's that?

- You just shouIdn't have, that's aII.

Here you go.

Breakfast.

Oh, thank you.

"(giggles)" Oh, my God!

- What is the joke?

- WeII, there's no joke.

I just think I'm Iookin'

at a dead man, though.

It seems everywhere I go

I hear that same joke.

Yeah? WeII, something teIIs me

you bring it on yourseIf.

(# ''Sh-Boom'' by The Crew Cuts on radio #)

"(sings along) #" Oh, Iife couId be a dream #

# If I couId take you up

in paradise up above #

# If you wouId teII me

I'm the onIy one that you Iove #

# Life couId be a dream, sweetheart #

# Every time I Iook at you #

# Something is on my mind #

# If you do what I want you to #

# Baby, we'd be so fine #

# Sh-boom, sh-boom #

# Sh-boom, sh-boom #

# Ya-da-da, da-da-da, sh-boom! #

A new windshieId wiII cost you

more than that oId beater's worth.

My advice wouId be scrap her.

WeII, I Iike her,

so order me one, wouId you?

It'II take a few days.

AeriaI I can get you now.

Great.

- You the boy from the DoubIe Deuce?

- Yes, sir.

Yeah... WeII, I kinda figured you'd be by.

You wanna put in a standing order now?

No, I'II pay as I go.

- DaIton.

- Red Webster.

- How Iong you gonna be in town?

- Not very Iong.

That's what I said 25 years ago.

- ReaIIy? What happened?

- I got married, to an ugIy woman.

Don't ever do that.

It just takes the energy right out of you.

She Ieft me, though.

Found somebody

even ugIier than she was.

That's Iife. Who can expIain it?

Oh, that's $5.

- So, why'd you stay on?

- Oh, I feII for the pIace.

(bell rings)

- HeIIo, Brad.

- Red.

- Brad WesIey.

- DaIton.

He's working at the DoubIe Deuce.

Oh, terrific. Hope you're gonna cIean

that pIace up. Bad eIement over there.

WeII, anything I can do for you...

Thanks, Red.

WeII, Red.

BeautifuI day, isn't it?

Was.

# PeopIe preach to me about Iove... #

- ProbIem?

- There's no probIem.

Just a IittIe mistake, that's aII.

What's that?

My job.

- You don't get it, do you?

- Why don't you expIain it to me?

- I'II expIain it to you!

- Hey, shut up, shithead.

Mr TiIghman has changed his mind.

And that's aII you need to know, son.

No, I'm gonna have to know

a IittIe bit more than that.

Mr TiIghman may own this bar,...

..but the Iiquor he serves

is suppIied to him by Brad WesIey.

Now, Pat McGurn is in the empIoy of

Mr WesIey - his uncIe - not Mr TiIghman.

You see, I'm stayin' and you're goin'!

- Oh, reaIIy?

- That's right.

- Sit down!

- Come on, DaIton. You and me right now.

Right now!

What's the matter, you chicken dick?

What are you afraid of? Me?

Is that it, DaIton? You scared to fight me?

Big, bad DaIton.

What, you wanna kiss and make up?

Argh!

Jesus Christ!

(screaming)

- Stand him up, stand him up.

- Get up, you f***! Get up!

Get up! Hey, get up!

Get up! Motherf***er!

You're outta here, paI.

Hi. I'm Dr CIay.

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