Swelter Page #3
This stone, I found it
out in the desert.
Was struck by lightning.
It is bad luck.
They say, "When a man
hides his past,
he has no future."
We go in at dark.
Bury the stone, you bury
your past and bad luck.
It's apple.
Will you two just get a room?
I have a room. In fact,
I have a whole house.
I just let you stay in it.
What's with the dress?
I'm meeting Stacey to play pool.
I don't want you hanging
out at the Dry Mouth.
Where else are
we supposed to play pool?
Nowhere. That's the point.
Peaches, you on the clock?
You know Doc, they didn't
give the worm a choice.
Since your wife left, I swear,
you'd crawl right in here with it.
So, what're we talking about?
Worms.
Oh come on, Johnny. You used to have to
buy me dinner and get me drunk first.
When did I ever
have to buy you dinner?
How 'bout it, Preacher? Are you
feeling moved by the spirit?
I believe I do.
Look at Peaches
and the Reverend.
He never goes with
any of the other girls.
Hannah calls it insider trading.
How else do you think
she got this place?
Where were you?
Had to walk.
If your car wasn't so loud
you'da come and picked me up.
The guns stay in the car.
What the f***, man.
So this is hell.
So these four guys
walk into a bar.
- Something wet.
- Wet we've got.
Beer.
- So where you boys headed?
- Maybe we're here.
Honey, Baker is smack in the middle
of Las Vegas' large intestine.
Everybody's
just passing through.
What the f*** you lookin' at?
Nothin'. I was just wondering what
you guys do for fun around here.
Johnny, let's play pool.
Johnny, come on.
Yeah, you go play pool, Johnny.
You're not even here for five minutes,
you almost get your ass kicked.
That hillbilly?
What's he gonna do?
I wasn't talkin' about him.
My daddy said, "The only thing sadder
than a half-empty glass of whiskey..."
"Is when both
halves are empty."
Yeah.
Hannah.
Doc, maybe
you should run an I.V.
so I don't have to run down here
every two and a half minutes.
Another 40 CC's, stat.
Mind if I join you?
I'm more of a straight-up
drunk than a social drinker.
Wow. It'll be like
a triple-shot tonight.
Oh, you're gettin' a bonus.
Oh, yes you are.
Cody. Mezcal.
Send over eight depth charges.
God damn. How did these
people lose the west?
Cody didn't lose it.
I hear there's one
for every man he's killed.
Bullshit.
Or one for every woman.
If there's any trouble, Sheriff
Bishop can handle that bunch.
Bishop.
Yeah.
What kind of western town
would we be without a sheriff?
Sheriff?
Oh come on, that's horseshit.
Look at this f***in' place.
- What's horseshit?
- Hannah said the sheriff's name is Bishop.
Pike wouldn't be that stupid.
Pike wouldn't be.
What about the good doctor?
He says the guy wakes up one
day, doesn't remember anything,
and then later
he just disappears.
Amnesia? Bullshit.
Pike's not gonna forget
ten million dollars.
Little conspicuous,
don't ya think?
Yeah.
I wanna get a good look
at this sheriff.
I'm getting too old
for this sh*t.
I'll take care of it.
- Hey, Tonto.
- Careful.
Oh well, how tough can he be? He needs
Geronimo and Pocahontas to protect him?
I think they're protecting you.
Sh*t.
Yeah, this is the sheriff.
What?
Okay, I'm on my way. And listen, Hannah,
you leave the shotgun under the...
I'm sorry.
Damn.
Johnny!
- What the f***?
- P*ssy.
Whoa, whoa, whoa! That's a bit
too much, don't ya think?
A man should be able
to hold his whiskey.
Harriet, tell Ronny to
get over to the Dry Mouth.
Will do, Sheriff. Now, please.
God damn Ronny, Sheriff needs
you over at the Dry Mouth.
Sounds like
they're tearing it up.
- Turn on your radio.
- Ronny!
Mezcal, man, I did
not mean that... Oh!
Oh!
I don't ever wanna see
you in my town again.
You understand?
Home.
Now.
Not you.
Sheriff.
Get him outta here.
Alright, yeah. Come on.
Come on. Let's go.
In the end we will remember
not the words of our enemies,
but the silence of our friends.
I'm sorry, Sheriff. I mean, I
didn't even hear the call.
We figured it out.
It's an anal thermometer.
Then why is he still here?
If you had that money,
would you be?
- What you gonna do, burn the whole town?
- Why not?
All you gotta do is blow on it and this
f***in' town'll go off like a Roman candle.
Come on, guys.
It's the four of us
against the whole town.
What the f*** happened
to you, Stillman?
What, you get a little whiff of p*ssy
and you're ready for retirement?
It's a bunch of
f***ing hillbillies.
Cole.
Control your brother before
I do something he will regret.
You put your jacket back on,
or you leave your
f***in' guns in the car.
After all these years, I never
thought we'd find him out here.
You know, prison
is a funny thing.
On the inside,
it's like an eternity.
Then they give you
back an old suit...
30 bucks, a bus ticket,
to go back to life.
And it feels like it was
just yesterday, but...
it wasn't yesterday.
F***in' ten years ago.
We lost ten years.
I envy him
if he doesn't remember.
I'm gonna need you to take out those
cell towers and the phone lines.
I want that sheriff and his deputy
out of town for a few hours.
How the f*** are
we supposed to do that?
Get creative.
Hey, Stillman. Cole's
only my half brother.
What?
Cole is only my half brother.
That means he can control me
only half the time.
Any casualties?
Peaches broke a nail.
I will take a brawl over a
cowboy convention any day.
You know, I'm thinking about
sprucing up the place anyway.
Really? The Dry Mouth hasn't
Okay. I get it now.
Hello.
I like your hair.
You look pretty good
yourself, cowboy.
Is that for a, uh,
special occasion?
I'll let you know
tomorrow morning.
Do you believe
in second chances?
Yeah. And third, and fourths.
Even a glass that's
half empty's half full.
And it might just be
the best half.
Good mornin'.
This is Hank Greely
with the Valley Sales Yard.
The market was three
to four dollars lower...
Should I wait?
Nah. I got a ride.
Just take care
of the other tower.
And you know, people always say it's
not the heat, it's the humidity.
Well let me tell ya something.
It is the heat.
It's not stopping.
No thanks.
Mighty fine coffee.
I know how good
the coffee is. It's my town.
Is it?
So, you boys are just
uh, takin' in the sights?
Enjoying our weather?
We did take in the thermometer
this morning. It is big.
Tell me something, Sheriff.
reminded on such a grand scale
of just how f***in' hot
it is here?
It's just there to sell gas.
See this?
Apparently there's only two
like this one in the world.
Fella I won it off
told me that made it lucky.
Wasn't lucky for him.
What do you think it is makes one
man lucky and another man...
not so much?
I think about it.
Think about it a lot.
But then I've had
a lot of time to think.
Well, I think...
a man does the best he can with
the cards he's been dealt.
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