The Mighty Quinn Page #4

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He can't help you now.

He's scared and lonely these days.

I hear he has family problems.

- I got to go, Xavier.

- Where you goin'?

- We have the audition tonight.

- Maybe I come and see you.

Don't.

Xavier!

Even when you was bad you was good

And that's just one of the many, many,

many reasons I can't live without you

- Drop it, Xavier.

- Then talk to me.

We already talked

and we're not going to talk again.

Try.

- You changed on me, Lola.

- I did not change. You changed.

- I'm not going to fall into this trap, Xavier.

- What trap?

Being your stupid wife while you mess

your head up with sh*t you never wanted.

All I was trying to do was find a way.

I'm trying to make it better for both of us.

How? By waitin' to get invited

to the governor's lawn parties?

Let me tell you, you never will be

because you're not one of them.

But then again, you're not you either,

so tell me, who are you?

You may cut a man's head off, but it

doesn't necessarily mean you kill him.

Especially if he's already dead.

Which seems to be the case in this case.

The victim died suddenly,

but not instantaneously,

due to the combination

of searing, profound pain,

and the emotional shock of

watching his arm turn deeply cyanotic.

That means, uh, purple.

- Yeah. Yeah. Go on.

- He died of a snake bite.

I got this raasclat cowboy

followin' me around -

bogus papers, concealed weapon!

He makes one phone call,

and before the hour's up,

Governor Chalk has him released -

because he gets a call!

I don't care if him gets a call from God!

It's my department!

- Also, we got...

- Never mind "Also, we got. "

- Sir!

- How come you let this bastard go?

If you wanna be chief of police, why

you don't just move over to my office?

He had a writ. The man sent a lawyer.

There was nothing I could do.

- I'm gonna rearrest him.

- Quinn.

Look, Pater died from poison.

From a snake. He was already dead

when he got his head cut off.

- So, what's that mean?

- It means Maubee didn't do it.

But that's for the courts to decide.

Wait. I just want to know

one thing now. Is this for real?

- Or is someone playin' a number on me?

- What do you mean?

I'm not sendin' an innocent man to jail

for someone else's game.

Look, don't spread this thing

out too far, Xavier,

or it's gonna get so thin

you won't have sh*t.

- You mean like my job?

- I mean like your ass.

Well, maybe I should

apply for poultry inspector.

What?

Chickens, Chalk.

I say, I say

I'm hurtin' inside

You've got to believe me

I'm hurtin' inside

I'm hurtin' inside

I'm hurtin' inside

I'm hurtin' inside

Happiness

I'm hurtin' inside

This next song is for somebody that

we all know and, um, love very much,

and I hope he likes it.

I hope you like it too.

You hear Maubee, the ramblin' man

Story been told across the land

Maubee exploit the tourists

While the mighty Quinn

sat back and smiled

Since he was born he was wild and free

He kill all the ladies with his love story

Sunshine is for everyone

Sunshine come back again

Come on without

Come on within

You ain't seen nothin'

like the mighty Quinn

Come on without

Come on within

You ain't seen nothin'

like the mighty Quinn

Maubee was wild,

the mighty Quinn was mild

Just like a inno... an innocent child

Each and all is Maubee's friend

Even that Babylon the mighty Quinn

He got caught up

in the web of politics, you see

But the mighty Quinn did set him free

Sunshine is for everyone

Sunshine come back again

Come on without

Come on within

You ain't seen nothin'

like the mighty...

- You want a beer, Jump?

- Do the damned need salvation?

I'm makin' my complaint

about Lieutenant Jump Jones.

He's not given me no phone

and I want it now.

And I'm not goin' out to make no calls.

- Who would you call?

- Never mind my personal business.

That lizard fish with the cowboy hat

gets to make one call and out he goes.

You want get out, Coco?

You're a tricky man.

Never mind the phone.

- Aren't you ever going to stop?

- Never.

Because that's the way I am.

I am the blight and scourge of the jails.

I am the vengeance

of the poor-assed prisoner man.

You sure are.

- Chief! Chief! Chief, you got a phone call!

- Who?

Hi.

- Can I offer you a drink?

- Yes, uh, rum, please.

Who tried to strangle you? Your husband?

No.

Tell me, then.

Hey, brother, come over here! Come here!

Una, come inside.

You ever been in jail?

Those Sandinistas had me for 18 months,

and I'm still trying to wash it off.

Pat, we got a little problem.

I came to pick up the money,

the money's gone, Pater is dead.

What am I supposed to do?

Number one, you don't let 'em know

you're looking by tearing up the room.

So what? Our people need

the money to buy weapons.

And then you try to choke

information out of the lady

when a little talk could've

told you she didn't have it.

How do you know she didn't?

Number three's the dilly. Followin'

the f***in' chief of police around

because you think

he'll lead you to the money.

Yeah? Well, he happens to be the only

one who knows el cabron who stole it.

Yeah, sneaky little rip-off bushman.

Hey, you don't have to worry about him.

I'm gonna take care of that problem.

You got a new agenda.

- What do you mean?

- You're goin' home.

Operation's over.

- Because the old man is dead?

- No. Pressure's on up there.

Washington changed its mind.

No more hand-outs.

That's why I'm here,

to take the money back.

Until I hear from my colonel,

I'll do what I was sent to do.

Now, I imagine you would tear

this place apart, and bare-handed, huh?

Swim back to your people with the money

between your teeth if you had to.

You bet. And you stay out of my way,

white trash. Or I'll kill you.

Come on, relax.

You step out of what you were,

and you don't come back

to what you've been.

- Some people don't trust you no more.

- How?

Did three years in the US Marines.

Another in Quantico.

What's Quantico?

FBI school.

You get... two certificates there.

One... just because you attended.

And the other one is for...

academic achievement.

So here I am.

Chief of police...

on an island where the poultry inspector

gets to be governor,

and a guy who lies on his back smokin'

ganja and gettin' laid his whole life long

gets to be a hero.

- You like Bugs Bunny?

- Yeah, pretty much.

- What about Elmer Fudd?

- No, I don't like him.

Yeah, I don't like him either.

I better go.

Quinn.

Are you sure you want to leave?

Then why are you leaving?

You liked me this morning.

I like you now.

I can't.

I had the blues so bad one time

It put my face in a permanent frown

But now I'm feelin' so much better

I can cakewalk into town

Well, I woke up this mornin'

feelin' so good

You know, I laid back down again

Throw your big leg over me, mamma

I might not feel this good again

Oh, my baby

Oh, my baby, I love the way she walk

When the girl get sleepy,

I love the way she baby talk

Yeah, you know she like to talk

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