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- Never have, never will.

- What's that?

Ever heard that what you put out

comes back tenfold?

You spent too much time in Chink Land,

Ford. What does that mean?

It means I don't wanna be next to you

when the sh*t hits the fan.

And by the way, Henry...

..."Chink Land" implies China.

I was in Thailand, it's a different country.

Hey, my phone!

Hold it right there.

Everybody down on the ground!

Quit shooting!

You got the wrong guy.

We'll let the sheriff sort it out

when they get here.

- Are you okay?

- I got it under control!

I didn't kill anybody.

Sh*t!

You Earl?

Loved your French toast.

- Down.

- Like I said...

...I love a girl who can take care of herself.

- Thanks.

You're on the news.

That guy you got in a fight with is dead.

- Henry set me up. He wants his drugs back.

- Why don't you give them back.

- It's the only insurance I got.

- You were with me last night.

I'm your alibi. Down, Earl!

Tell the cops.

Right now it ain't the cops

that I'm worried about.

Not good.

- Reapers!

- He's right, Shane.

You think we could finish

this conversation later?

All right. Once we're in the clear,

you call the cops. Agreed?

What should I do with this?

Forget what I said about liking women

who can take care of themselves.

Sorry, it's gonna get crazy.

You'll be safer here than running with us.

- See you back in L.A.

- What am I supposed to do?

Hang out with Earl?

Which way?

Which way did you say, old man?

- Which way?

- Shortcut!

Let's catch them,

kill them and bury them!

They're still on us!

Sh*t! There's more of them!

- What are we gonna do, Ford?

- Where we going?

I'm working on it!

Which way did they go?

Damn! Come on!

Now can we call the cops?

- No.

- Why not?

Because it's not just the cops,

it's McPherson.

McPherson?

The guy that tore up your shop.

He already thinks I'm a drug dealer.

Now he thinks I shot Junior.

And he has no reason to think otherwise...

...unless I can prove it.

- Bad just turned to worse. Bent link.

This just keeps getting

better and better.

I got a spare in my toolkit.

He was strangled, by the way.

- Who?

- Junior. He was strangled with a bike chain.

Sh*t.

Henry used the chain off his own bike.

- How do you know that?

- How do you know?

Yeah, how did you know that?

Well, it's...

It's complicated.

- You turning left, or we going to Oregon?

- It's right.

It's right? What...?

Get the finger out of my face.

I know where I'm going.

Henry just screwed himself.

- See those scratches and nicks?

- Yeah.

Well, it picks them up

from the sprocket.

Now, no two bikes

got the same chain-wear pattern...

...because no two sprockets

are the same.

So we match the chain

used to kill Junior with Henry's bike...

...and we got him.

Like a fingerprint.

Try not to move your lips

so much when you think.

Now we call the cops, right?

Now we call the cops.

- Real cute, guys.

- Get a room.

- McPherson, it's F...

- Ford. Looks like you're trading up.

Going from drug trafficking

to first-degree murder.

- I was set up.

- In my business I hear that a lot.

- Loud. Recorder's on.

- Who wants to set you up?

Henry James.

Leader of the Hellions.

Now, why would he wanna do that?

Those drugs you were looking for

belong to Henry.

I stashed them the night before you

raided the shop. He wants them back.

Tell me where the drugs are,

I might buy that'd give Henry motive.

- Maybe we can work something out.

- "Maybe" don't cut it. Arrest Henry...

...then I'll take you to the drugs.

- Arrest him? On what grounds?

First-degree murder.

- What if I tie the murder weapon to Henry?

- Big "if."

Arrest him.

- Get his bike, I'll show you.

- Get his bike. Okay.

Anyone else you'd like me to arrest?

Ex-girlfriend, second-grade teacher...?

- Hold on, I'm making a list.

- You're not listening to me.

- Henry killed Junior.

- I don't know that.

Then you can't help me!

Well, that didn't fly.

Screw it. Let's haul ass down

to Mexico and don't look back.

As much as I hate to say it,

I agree with him.

- We're going to L.A.

- Oh, yeah. That makes sense.

I have to get Henry's bike.

That will clear me.

They'll have checkpoints on every

dirt road between here and the coast.

We're not exactly hard

to spot driving these.

- You wanna ditch the bikes?

- No, I'd rather be fast than invisible.

Come on. Wouldn't be any fun

if it was easy, right?

I live my life a quarter mile at a time.

That is the dumbest thing

I've ever heard.

Po-po got the highways

blocked from here to L.A.

L.A.?

Why would he go to the one place

he know I got on lockdown?

- Let's catch him on the interstate.

- No, he's smarter than that.

He trying to backdoor us.

He going through the Palms.

That's the way I'd go.

And that's the way we going.

You know, Henry James did pull six months

in L.A. County last year for possession.

Maybe Ford is onto something.

Then you can't help me!

Call in. Check everything

from Lone Pine and L.A.

- You think Ford's going back to L.A.?

- He's going after Henry James.

If he's right and Henry did set him up,

that's what I'd do. Let's go!

- You have to pay for the gas.

- Oh, right.

Reapers!

- We'll lose them in the Palms!

- Are you crazy?

I hate it when he does this!

- They going into the trees!

- I could see that, fool! Stay on Ford.

- I got his ass!

- They're shooting at us, Ford!

- I know!

- What do we do?

Go right! They'll follow me!

Meet the twins!

All right, Ford!

Just you and me, baby!

Shouldn't pick on girls.

You all right?

I just jumped my bike

onto the roof of a moving train.

It's amazing what you can do

when you have no choice.

Where are Val and Dalton?

He had me, dog. He had me.

I was gone!

He's the one snatched me up out of there!

I'm trying to figure out why.

He ain't acting like no killer!

Your brother's dead

and cracker's on the run.

Sh*t don't feel right.

Don't sound right, don't look right.

Only way we can find out

is to get our hands on him.

- I'm with that.

- Then get your black ass up and let's go!

Everybody, let's go!

First time Val's beat you anywhere!

Must be the chick.

Yeah, I stopped for a manicure.

Want this hour's bad news?

Every major road in L.A. is blocked.

I know you said it wouldn't be any fun

if it was easy...

...but does it have to be this much fun?

You said you could make this

go away. How?

Sometimes witnesses

forget what they saw.

Refuse to testify.

You still want your sh*t back...

...l'll call you when I get to L.A.

What?

Jay, something doesn't sit with me.

Ford doesn't profile up as a killer.

Yeah? Good instincts, Henderson.

Listen, I gave Ford a chance

to tell the truth six months ago. He ran.

I gave him another chance last night.

He ran again.

Innocent men, Henderson, don't run.

He went for it!

Now we just gotta get past the several

hundred cops between us and L.A.

God, I hope you have a plan this time.

Yeah, I got a plan.

You gonna leave without me?

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