Road House 2: Last Call Page #2

You can transport through

the swamp virtually undetected.

You. You got 10 seconds to walk

out of here before I throw you out.

- Luthor, do you know who this guy is?

- I don't give a sh*t who he is.

This is Nate's nephew.

This is Shane Tanner.

Excuse me a second, boys.

Oh, before everyone leaves tonight, I'd

like to have a little chat with the staff.

This is a nice surprise.

I didn't get a chance to thank you

for helping me out. So thanks.

- Can I buy you a drink?

- I don't drink.

I just wanted say thank you.

- You're leaving already?

- I'm sure I'll see you around.

Hey!

I didn't get your name.

Yo, chief, the fine pair of jeans

you were talking to left this at the bar.

She'll come back for it.

As you probably all know by now,

I'm Nate's nephew, Shane.

I'll be looking after the club for a while

and looking after it properly.

Luthor, guys were dealing sh*t inside.

Nate didn't allow it, I won't either.

We sell booze in here, not drugs.

Is that clear?

Over the years, Nate told me

who he trusted, who had his back.

Now I need to know

who's got mine.

You ever run a club before?

I know how my uncle ran a club,

and how my father ran a club.

Three rules were lived by

in the Pelican.

Rule number one:

Never underestimate anyone

or any situation.

Rule number two:

Take it outside.

Someone gives you trouble inside,

escort them out.

- Rule number three...

- Be nice...

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

You need to know...

...those guys you

kicked out of here earlier...

...work for Wild Bill.

I keep hearing about this Wild Bill.

You think he had anything to do with

my uncle winding up in the hospital?

Wild Bill's got his hands in just about

everything that goes on in this town.

Great. Can't wait to meet him.

A new owner? Who the f***...?

Look, I don't know. Some guy.

Somebody bought the Black Pelican

out from under my nose?

- Boss, phone.

- Are you interrupting me?

- It's Miami.

- I'll take it inside.

Hello.

When you started working for me, Bill,

you wanted money...

... power and influence

in that quaint little parish of yours.

- You got that now. You know why?

- Because we don't have problems.

The Duffy Brothers have been clients

of ours for a long time.

It is a problem when they don't

get their merchandise.

It doesn't make me feel confident

you can handle the De Marco deal.

I can handle it.

Securing Antoine De Marco

and his connections...

...will finally legitimize us

as a premier operation in Louisiana.

You better be able to handle it.

- Is everything okay, baby?

- Yeah, it's good.

We need the Pelican.

So I want you all to get on the horn

with the lawyers...

...and make that place mine,

do you hear me?

Well, Mr. Tanner.

A pleasure.

How's that hammer hanging?

My name is Embry Davis.

I've been authorized

by Mr. William Decarie...

...to offer you 400,000 dollars cash

to take this bar off your hands.

It's not even worth half that.

Mr. Decarie is being very generous

with this offer.

Well, tell him I said thank you,

but it's not for sale.

Son, I don't think you understand

the subtleties of all this.

Problem, boss?

Something wrong with you, boy?

You know why

they call me the robot?

Because I'm so automatic

at kicking your ass.

- You retarded?

- Learning impaired.

I think what my friend

is trying to say is, take a walk.

Yeah, well...

Good day, girls.

- Thanks.

- Want you to know we got your back.

- How's everything going today?

- It's all right.

Hendricks.

- That's good.

- There you go.

- Thank you, sir.

- Keep the change.

- Any leads?

- No.

Did you ask Marcus Reynolds where

he was the night Nate got jumped?

We had to let Reynolds go.

Sheriff said there wasn't

enough evidence.

I found two ounces of crystal

on his person.

- Well, his lawyers said it was planted.

- Planted?

That's bullshit, and you know it.

We do what we can around here,

but there's only three of us and it's...

Well, it's complicated.

You wanna go after Wild Bill Decarie

and his boys...

...you're gonna need some

major firepower.

Marcus Reynolds

works for Wild Bill?

We all do.

Monyhan, it's Tanner.

I need a favor.

Call me back as soon as you can.

Cocktail?

Get that ass up.

- Here you go.

- F***ing always clears the mind.

Nice work there, boss. Nice work.

So Dalton's kid is in town

to save the day, huh?

Yep.

- But he won't sell?

- Won't budge.

We got two buyers coming in

from Watkins Parish this weekend...

...plus we got the De Marco

deal next week.

Now, I wanna be able to celebrate

in Wild Bill's Black Pelican.

- My new center of operations.

- I hear you, boss.

They thought Dalton was a legend.

Wait till they get ahold of me.

Shane Tanner, huh?

It's a long time.

It's a pity what happened to his father.

If he don't sell,

I'm gonna f***ing squash him.

I'll take care...

Well, hello, my little rose petal.

Embry Davis is the name.

Nice backstroke, boss.

Goodbye, ladies.

Rack them up!

Yeah?

It's rude to answer

someone else's phone.

But I thought you'd call

sooner or later.

Just waiting by the phone, huh?

Is it okay if I call you right back?

I'm... I'm out running errands.

Or l... I could stop by later...

...and drop off your phone.

I'm kind of busy right now.

I'm running errands myself.

Are you sure?

It won't take long.

Half hour tops.

All right, I guess it's the least I can do

for your changing my tire.

Great.

Oh, hey, baby.

Good morning.

Oh, my God.

I'm so sorry.

Didn't anyone ever tell you it's rude

to break into someone else's house?

Well, the door was open.

- Are you okay?

- No.

I'm so sorry.

I didn't mean to do that.

Nice move.

You know,

I could've blew your head off.

I almost blew yours off.

I figured I'd come over here

and get my phone...

...and see if I could take you out

for coffee.

- You could've called.

- Didn't have my phone.

- Use a pay phone.

- Didn't have your number.

- How'd you know where I was staying?

- Chubby told me.

Here's your phone.

You know...

...I finally got you in my bedroom,

and I still don't know your name.

That sounds like a country song.

I finally got you in my bed room

And I still don't know your name

Beau. My name is Beau.

Hurry up.

I'll get you that cup of coffee.

- Where did you learn to kick like that?

- Girl Scouts.

Girls Scouts are pretty tough

around here, huh?

It does wonders

for the cookie sales.

If you don't buy any,

we kick your ass.

Are you a cop?

That was a Glock

you were pointing at me.

I'm a federal agent.

Drug enforcement.

But you gotta keep that

to yourself, okay?

Surprised you haven't been

down here sooner.

This place is a hotbed

for drug activity.

What's the sheriff doing about it?

Trust me, local law enforcement...

...doesn't always have

the people's interest at heart.

Friend of yours?

She's in the Brownies.

- Girl Scouts hate Brownies.

- Hi, Ms. Hampton.

- Hey, Betsy, how was your summer?

- It was good.

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