The Baytown Outlaws Page #5

that's a slippery slope

you're playing on.

It's gotten to the point where

you're no better than they are, Sheriff.

Yeah, I'd be careful if I was you.

Well, I'll take

that under advisement.

Sh*t.

Wake up.

Go get Rob something to eat.

I'm gonna call Celeste.

Ooh...

Found the mother lode, boy!

I'm gonna pay for it.

Don't worry. God.

You see, man, when you

open up something in the store...

you have to pay for it.

No one taught me that

when I was young.

I learnt that one the hard way.

From the cops.

What?

What's wrong, man'?

I don't know you mean

by all that squirming.

Help me out, bud. What you need, huh?

What you need?

You got to take a piss'?

You're hungry. Goddamn,

of course you're hungry!

Let's get you something to eat?

OK. Let's go.

Man!

It's like working out a riddle

every time talking to this boy.

Morning, sunshine! You know,

I don't remember crazy-ass biker chicks

being involved in our deal.

I don't remember leaving Carlos alive

in the deal either. Ls Rob all right?

F***!

Yeah, he's probably scared

half to death, but he's fine.

- Let me talk to him.

- He's inside getting something to eat

with McQueen. Besides,

you and I got something to talk about.

All right? What the hell

was that last night?

I told you, Carlos would try to get

Rob back if you didn't kill him.

What are you talking about? We killed

every motherf***er in that place.

Well, evidently not, Brick!

All right. Why would a guy like

Carlos, what would he want to do

with a kid in Rob's condition?

Carlos killed Rob's parents,

and then lied to me about it.

That might have been something

you wanted to mention.

All right, look. I'm sorry.

Rob has a trust

that matures when he's 18,

and as legal guardians, we would

get him and eventually the money.

That too might be something that

you wanted to mention! F***!

Rob's trust matures next week and...

Carlos will do anything to get it.

- Brick, you're all he's got.

- All right. New plan.

- You meet us halfway.

- Fine. Where?

Vicksburg, Mississippi.

Big Bayou Campground.

I'll be there as soon as I can.

And if you lie to me again,

Carlos will be the least of your worries.

I already dropped five b*tches.

I won't hesitate to make it six.

Now, you may have heard

of pig in a blanket,

but this here is a pig in the sun.

Whoo!

You want hair on your chest,

now, don't you'? Strippers like it.

Hand me a napkin, man.

You all right'?

Hey. Don't worry.

Don't worry, man.

Ain't nothing will hurt Lincoln.

He's OK.

Believed to be

responsible for the shooting

in a rural Texas bar.

They are travelling with a disabled

young man and believed to be

armed and dangerous. Do not

approach these men if you see them.

Who wants a Snicker bomb, huh?

Think you can kidnap

some kid and get away with it'?

Yeah, well, I guess if you do the math,

five whore assassins

can't trump three retards

and a f***ing cripple.

I mean, well,

according to my calculations,

they should be in your

area someplace by now.

But that's not my f***ing job

to figure out, is it?

I mean, isn't owning

the road your goddamn job?

That's what I thought. OK.

Anyway, I don't give a sh*t what you do.

Just get my boy back.

Yes! Get it done!

- Yeah?

- We're in a world of sh*t down here.

Yeah, and now it's

spilling over into mine.

Listen, we're going to Vicksburg,

Mississippi. OK?

- Big Bayou Campground. We could...

- Stop. Stop! Shut up!

Just shut the f*** up!

The less I know, the better.

- I taught you better than this!

- Look, I just thought that if,

you know,

we could run in and do a quick...

Don't do that! Don't get ideas!

Just do what the f*** I say!

Things ran smooth when we did that,

didn't it?

I cleaned up your sh*t,

you took care of mine.

I could have handled this hotshot.

But now this sh*t has gone public.

There's repercussions

to working for yourself.

- About time you learned that.

- Meaning what?

I got to cut ties, Brick.

I cleaned up everything on my end.

So, what you do from now on

rests solely on your shoulders.

If you come back here,

I got no choice but to put you down.

I got a family to protect.

I'll be sure to let the boys know

that we're on our own again.

Talk to you later, Sheriff.

Brick! We gots to go!

We made the news!

Hood Pirates! Mount up!

Whoo!

Give me that!

- You call Millard?

- Yeah.

Well, what did he say'?

The suspects

in question are believed to be.

- Brick Oodie and his two brothers...

- Nothing.

They hail from the Atmore area,

located in Montgomery, Alabama.

They drew you to look like a fag.

Look at that.

What the f*** you do that for, man?

- What the f***, man?

- Come on! Come on, huh?

- What are you do...?

- Come on!

I ain't gonna f***ing hurt you,

you little f*ggot!

- Stop, man!

- Come on! Come here!

Want some? You want some?

- F***!

- What the devil got into you'?

I f***ed us.

How you mean?

Let's see. Millard won't have

anything to do with us any more

'cause he can't clean up that mess

with the biker chicks down at the bar.

So now we can't go back to 'Bama.

And all of them son of b*tches

we mowed down in Austin?

- Guess what we missed.

- Carlos.

And he ain't gonna stop neither.

He's already tracked down Celeste.

So now we gotta get him to f***ing

Vicksburg so they can disappear.

Well...

This is getting better by the minute.

Now, I like that little fella

just as much as anybody.

But tell me something. Just give me one

reason why we shouldn't bail right now.

They ain't got no other options.

Hell, we ain't got

no other options either.

I mean, look at us.

We can't even take care of ourselves.

Has it ever crossed your mind

that maybe he stands

a better chance without us?

- It's just different.

- How's this different?

- It's just different!

- How the f*** is it different?

We had a brother...

who passed away

before you can even remember.

He was in the same situation Rob's in.

He was all buggered up,

and he was in a wheelchair.

Daddy beat his ass every single day.

Treated him like a dog.

And there's nothing

we could do about it. Different.

Well, he gets a pass. I don't

understand why you didn't say nothing.

- How come you never said nothing?

- What do you want me to say to you?

I'm sorry, all right?

But ever since I've seen this fella,

I can't stop thinking about it.

How'd he die?

- How'd he die?

- I don't know.

He was there one day and gone the next.

I asked Daddy about it one time,

but that went over like a fart in church.

What was his name?

- They never named him.

- F*** me.

Got them b*tches! Dead ahead!

And this time, try not to hit

the motherfucking baby.

Here they come!

I'm giving it all she's got.

Monaco ain't got nothing left!

Strap in Rob! Here they come, boys!

What the hell is this motherf***er?

Hey, Rottweiler!

You better back the f*** up, mutt!

Merry Christmas, motherfuckers.

The kid's in the back!

Aah!

They took the kid!

I thought I told you to strap him in!

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