Stone Cold Page #3

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Tool, I'm gonna give you my...

Take that f***ing harmonica

down to the parking lot, man.

Sit by the bikes.

Listen now. Know what I got for you?

This one's gonna take

care of you. Right, Marie?

You're going to marry him, right?

You're gonna take good care of him.

I'm gonna marry you myself, all right?

Warfield's killing and

underworld bikers in general

have become the campaign issue.

Executing one member of the Brotherhood,

is just a drop in the bucket.

These bikers work with

the Mafia in dealing drugs.

We must hunt them down.

Checkpoints must be set up throughout the state.

That is why, only a couple of hours ago,

I counseled the outgoing governor of

this state to call in the National Guard.

Shut if off.

Let's get the f*** out of here.

If I was there,

this wouldn't have happened.

But I promise you right now,

I'm gonna take care of Domicci, all right?

- Is that what I think it is?

- P2P.

See, now you're talking, Stone.

I know a driver itching to unload 12 tons of it.

I need protection and a buyer.

Just remember, it's my deal.

- I got a buyer.

- Who?

The wops.

- Not Domicci?

- No, not Domicci.

He's out of business.

His head is all f***ed up.

You knuckle-dragging wops

should keep Domicci under wraps.

- A gift?

- Yeah, a gift.

That's very nice.

But I don't ride.

That's good. Very funny. Open it.

Listen, I got some P2P here.

This is impossible to get.

In about a week, there's gonna

be a truck coming through here

with three dozen 50-gallon drums on it.

That's enough crank to

wind up half the Gulf Coast.

Hey, I wouldn't sniff

that sh*t if I was you.

$50,000 a drum.

Another gift.

Let's get out of here.

I intend to appeal this sentencing

as many time as it takes

to get the death sentence.

... sentencing as many times as it

takes to get the death sentence.

... to get the death sentence.

Death.

Death. Death. Death. Death.

Open it, Poker.

You going to f*** with my serenity, Ice?

I think we should talk.

I know why you're here, man. That

fear is gonna rot your heart out.

My fear?

So far, I'm the only one who's

been doing any of the killing.

You wanna know what my fear is?

My fear is that this boy Stone has got

you wrapped around his little finger.

We have a lot at stake.

I'm afraid when we wake up tomorrow,

he's gonna be in on everything.

Gonna be in on the Whip.

I don't trust the man.

If I want to, I'll milk him to a

gourd. I'll chop his arms and legs off

and weld him into a steel

tank and drop him in the bayou.

So f*** you, man. The

Whip's mine. Covert. D-Day.

Real covert.

I don't like what I'm seeing, brother.

I don't like what I'm hearing.

It's safe.

That's what you think.

That toilet seat has not

been cleaned since VJ Day.

I think George Washington

took a dump in there.

Probably got scabies,

or eczema, or psoriasis.

I never actually sat down here. I

just hovered the whole time but...

Are you through?

Yeah, I'm through.

What's up?

Cunningham wants to move.

He figured between the ear

job and the weekly collections

we got enough for

racketeering and conspiracy.

That's weak, Lance.

What do you got?

I've got the Brotherhood

and the Mob in one shot.

I'm going to need three

dozen drums of P2P.

Transportation and an agent who's

got balls enough to pull it off.

Yeah? Fries come with that shake?

How about a witness to close the case?

- Who's your witness?

- Chains' old lady.

I need a few days to nail

her down. But I'll get her.

- Look at these two, bro.

- Toy soldiers.

What's shaking, fellas?

Mandatory registration

inspection. Statewide.

- By order of District Attorney Whipperton.

- We need to see your papers.

Boys, they want to see our papers.

I got papers. How about these?

Papers. You can use these.

Look. It'll just take a minute.

Please let us do our job.

I got a job for you.

But it's a much more righteous job.

Come on, let us out.

It is better to be first in

hell than second in heaven.

Please.

Deliver them to f***ing Whip. Tell

him it's a campaign contribution.

You killed them.

This is some sh*t, my brother!

You killed them! What

kind of a maniac are you?

Get this b*tch out of my...

Turn her out. I need a new b*tch.

You know me, brother. I'll be

with you till the bitter end.

Why don't you take one of my old ladies?

Hey, brothers, something

here ain't right.

Shut your f***ing mouth.

- This ain't the Brotherhood that I joined.

- Shut up.

Shut the f*** up!

We ride together. We live together.

We even die for one another.

But killing in cold

blood, that ain't right.

Chains, I think you're

way out of line, man.

You do?

He's got to go, brother.

Okay, gutless Gut. I

suggest you get on your bike.

Get on your bike.

Start it up.

This is my home, man.

I didn't mean what I said.

Open it.

- I've been looking for you.

- Where've you been all day?

What's the matter?

- Chains killed them.

- Chains killed who?

One minute it was a practical joke.

And the next minute,

there's two guardsmen dead.

You saw this happen?

I should've split this

scene before it got weird.

Before D-Day. Before Chains flipped.

Wait a minute. What do you mean

"D-Day"? What's going on here?

It's what Chains needs

all his money for.

It's why he pushed his luck with the

Mob. It's why he went for your deal.

- Do you know anything about it?

- No, I don't. I don't want to know.

Why are you interested anyway?

Because, Nancy, I want to know what

I'm getting myself involved with.

I'm an outsider, remember.

I'll tell you what.

I'm getting out of here right

now. I got to get out of here.

Before you go, remember your brand?

GFBD. "God forgives,

Brotherhood doesn't."

Come here.

You can't leave this place.

'Cause if you do,

you'll become the hunted.

Who cares, Stone?

Let him kill me. Let him try.

I'm gonna take my chances.

Nancy, listen to me.

I came to the Brotherhood

for one reason.

To get what I want and get out.

That's not to say that

I can't take you with me.

You would do that?

You'd take me with you?

If you play by my rules.

Oh, my God.

We're not sure what it

is. Stay back. Stay back.

It's pretty terrible. Some of the

worst beatings you can imagine.

He wasn't my real father.

He was just a dick.

So I split that scene.

I hitchhiked around from

here to there. Partied a lot.

Made a little money when I had to.

- Got into a lot of trouble?

- Got into a lot of trouble.

Then I ran into the Brotherhood.

They were really cool. They took me

in and made me feel like I belonged.

You know, like a family.

No "please," no "thank you."

None of that pole-up-your-ass

sh*t that I grew up with.

Anyway, it's completely changed now.

- What's the matter?

- Nothing.

I need to make a phone call. Sit tight.

So what's the problem?

- I think you're off the hook, Joe.

- What're you talking about, Lance?

Found two National Guardsmen

murdered last night.

Cunningham thinks he made a mistake

by putting you under so soon.

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