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Martin Barman, Super Service.

Clint, please.

Oh, good morning, Super Angel.

How are you?

What's the bullshit?

I want to talk to Clint.

Is he busy?

No, no, no, no.

He's not too busy right now.

I'll call him for you.

Hang on.

Don't take all day.

You're down about a quart.

What do you use?

What do you got?

I'd recommend 10-40.

Sounds like a good number.

Clint, phone.

I'll take over for you.

Honey, we're out of cat food.

Well, go to the store and get some.

Well, I'm not dressed.

Besides, I'm lonely, Clint.

Why don't you come home?

Clint?

Clint?

Oh, no way, baby.

There's just Martin and I.

Oh, he can handle it.

I know you find it difficult to understand, but I'm patient.

We need to do a job here.

Besides, we're starting to get busy.

See?

I'm just not important to you.

Got any paper towels?

Good looking?

Who is that?

Uh, hang on.

I've got to get something for a customer.

Clint?

Clint?

Hey, who in the hell was that?

Here, catch.

Clint?

Clint?

You answer me.

A customer needed some towels, Angel.

Who in the fuck was that?

Just a chick.

You son of a bitch.

A fat ass and no tits.

Bullshit.

You make her look like a boy.

Oh.

Well, that's better.

That's much better.

Come on, homestar.

To our big bed.

Super Angel's got a big need.

Hey!

Would you spare me a little of your time?

Gotta hang up on you, Angel.

Martin can't hang it by himself.

Bye.

Goddamn you!

Informant Super Service.

Who the hell is this?

Super Lorna.

Get off the line, bitch.

I want to talk to Clint Ramsey.

Goddamn it!

You're the one he's been bullying!

Can't wait to strap on your groovy old man.

Where's the men's room?

Right over there.

Can I take it out in trade?

Credit cards or cash?

Martin Bowman, Super Service.

Listen to me good fatso.

You get your proud ass out on that pump island and tell my old man to get home now

or I am going to burn down this fucking lean-to.

No exceptions?

Better be quick you old motherfucker.

I bring you an ultimatum from the Fuera.

Either you get your ass home, Marchenelle ,or you won't have a house to come home to.

Good goddamn bitch!

You, yo' pussy, wh古.

Whow-!

Whow-!

WhoooW!

Whoooooooo.

Okay, Angel, now what's with this shit embarrassing me again in front of my boss?

Your phony threats, burn down the house.

God damn it, Angel, what the hell's the matter with you?

Where else could you spend so much time on your back outside of a whorehouse?

Pound me away from my job one more time and it's your ass.

I mean it's your ass.

In fact, a pornographer of yours used to take all your shitty abuse.

Angel, this spoiled bitch crap is finished.

You hear me?

I've had it.

Gotta play the man killer.

Groovy guys, muscles your specialty.

Burn them at both ends, suck them inside out.

Always dealing from a position of strength.

Blowing my heart in bread.

You've played out your bullshit game with me.

Angel number one, screw everybody else.

Give her what she wants, when she wants it, how she wants it.

Money, a shit pile of it, just lay it on Angel.

Forget where it came from, right?

Money, just lay it on Angel.

Buy, spend, give it away, rip off any jerk who says no to her.

Life's just one big gas for you, isn't it?

Well, I'm gonna blow this chicken shit scene.

I'm gonna blow the...

Was it good?

Yeah, but... I mean that chick you screwed in your lousy truck.

There's no other chick.

Admit to it, you bastard.

Your fag boss always covering up for you.

That's why you couldn't get it off with me.

I'm sick of your demands, your accusations.

Your ass isn't worth your ass, Angel.

You!

Goddamn you!

Stop it, you bitch!

Don't shoot me with my ass, you shit face!

I'll give you my body!

Stop it, Angel!

You're the best fuck you've ever met, and you don't even appreciate it!

Come on!

All right, that's enough, Angel.

Shut your ugly mouth.

Say one more thing about my mother, and I'll bust your goddamn jaw!

Super Angel, you've ripped me off for the last time.

Go bang the king's regiment.

I don't give a damn anymore.

You goddamn shit!

That's what I think of your threats!

Hey, bitch!

Wait till I get your ass!

You goddamn... Angel!

Hey, that's my car!

You threw out my lover, my brilliant step!

Angel, don't do that!

My car's been a wreck!

No fucking class!

No class!

What's the matter with you?

You fucking bitch!

You crazy bitch!

That's my truck!

You fucking crazy bitch!

I wanted a Cadillac!

I wanted a Lincoln!

Clint, you bastard!

You fucking son of a bitch!

Give me the ass!

I gave you your cheap ass home!

I'm gonna chop you up real quick!

Let go of it!

Let go of it!

You dirty bitch!

Let go!

You dirty bastard!

Let go of me, you prick!

I'll get your ass!

Pull up now!

Yes, that's right, officer.

1825 La Mesa.

Abby!

Let go of me!

He's trying to kill her.

You gotta hurry.

Let go of me!

Hurry up!

Abby, no!

Come on, you bitch!

Let go of me!

Officer!

That guy's trying to kill his wife!

That guy's trying to kill his wife!

No!

Did she hurt bad, officer?

Well, we'll call you if we need you.

Now you get your old funky ass out of here.

I was only trying to help.

I said get out of here.

Better learn how to control that temper a little bit, hoss.

God damn, you're gonna wind up killing somebody one of these days.

The old lady's on her way over to emergency hospital.

What's gonna happen to you, of course, depends on what she has to say.

And you better hope it's something good or else you in trouble.

Know what I mean?

Shit, I've seen you some place before.

You worked for that old Haney Martin Borman, don't you?

Well, I'll be damned.

Well, let's see here.

What do we have to do about you?

We're going to give you a break.

You go on back to work.

Let your lady calm down a little bit.

Let her cool off.

I'll be in touch with you.

Hey, Hoss.

Don't you go getting no rabbit in your blood and trying to run on me now.

Because if you do, I'm going to have to hurt you.

Now go on and get the fuck out of here.

Go on.

Go on.

Checking for lumps, Dr. Scholl?

Nothing broken, young lady.

Just stay in bed a couple of days and drink a lot of hot chicken soup.

Hell of a pair of tits.

Best I've seen in a long time.

Dr. Furbish, please call your office.

Hi, I'm patrolman Harry Sledge.

I want that no-good son of a bitch thrown in the slammer.

He has beaten me up for the last time.

That call to IC room seven.

I don't mean to dispute your word, Ms. Ramsey, but from the

looks of your old man, I'd say it's the other way around.

Like he telling you he's a wildcat.

It's not Mrs. Ramsey.

I'm Angel.

Angel Turner.

Dr. Siegel, please return to the administration office.

Thanks for taking the asshole out.

It wasn't no big thing.

Always happy to help a young lady in distress.

Especially such a fine-looking lady.

Maybe I can return the favor.

Why don't you take a couple of hours off?

Go home.

Get cleaned up.

The rush is over.

Thanks, Martin.

I think I'll do that.

Get out of here, you philanderer.

You woman-beater.

Frick!

I have a feeling my old man won't be back.

Not today, anyway.

Can I make you a drink, Harry?

No, thanks.

I'll just enjoy my cigar.

I like a good cigar.

But I take it out of my mouth on occasion.

Do you want to dance?

No, I never could hack it.

Do you mind if I do?

Why, hell no.

Who worked you over, Clint?

Just poor Haji.

Just poor nothing else.

You nice men always let the good stuff get away.

You don't dance, and you don't drink.

You gotta be big in bed.

You try me.

You find out.

Give me a few minutes, Harry.

I always like to take a hot bath first.

When is the rehearsal at?

Don't drink so much.

Don't drink so much, good lookin'.

It slows you down.

Nobody tells me when to stop drinking.

Tный!

I get off in 2 hours.

I get off in 2 hours.

Song of the W録 spindle I reckon, I reckon Angel's tits are bigger than yours.

Come on, Harry.

I'm ready.

I'm not.

I got just what the doctor ordered.

Well, cotton to that.

Harry, I never left a good man down yet.

Do not get queer shit at all.

Now, we gonna do it my way or not at all?

But you have so much to offer.

All you need is a little help.

Goddammit, I told you it's not working for me.

Not working for you?

What the hell's wrong?

What the hell is wrong with you?

Not ready with my beautiful body?

You got a lot of nerve, Buster, telling me you're not ready.

All those muscles, except the one that really counts.

Get out of my bed, you phony.

Maybe you didn't hear me right, pig.

Get your ass out of my bed!

Stop it!

Well,

that's the way it goes, baby.

Some day, you're up.

Some day, you're down.

I'm dropped by tomorrow.

Tomorrow?

Tomorrow, my ass!

Ash, how do you know you can even get it up tomorrow, you limp faggot?

Tomorrow, shit!

Besides, my old man will be coming tomorrow.

Or tonight, if I can find him.

That beautiful young stud I threw out of here for you?

Oh, Jesus, what a joke!

Eat it, you jack-off!

Before I call the cops.

That's a funny one, isn't it?

Me calling the pigs on a pig.

That's what you get for being sassy.

You're about the sorry, foul-mouthed bitch I ever met in my life.

You threatened me, didn't you?

Huh?

I leave when I'm damn good and ready.

Matter of fact, I think I'll just stick around.

Have myself a little drank.

Telephone's out of order.

You hit me.

You hit me.

Now get your ass in the bedroom and see what's coming up next.

Angel.

Angel.

Angel.

Angel.

Angel.

Come on, honey, open the door.

Get up!

Get up!

Get off!

Get off my house, you freak!

And you'll hurt your.

Besides, I'm ready now.

I'll call the cops!

I will.

I swear!

I'll call the cops!

Got my shit together.

Get out!

Get out!

Get out!

Get out of my house!

I'll call the cops!

I will, you freak!

I'll call the cops!

You got all the police you ever gonna need, girl.

Now you better open this goddamn door or I'm gonna bust it down.

I said open this fucking door!

What's

the matter, Super Stud Harry?

All your other muscles gone limp, too?

Well, it doesn't matter.

I can always depend on ordeal Rufus next door to call the cops on you.

You oughta know, pig.

Super Stud.

Big.

That won't work either, Harry.

I tried it once myself.

Of course, you probably couldn't do it even if it could be done.

And I'm glad my old man doesn't have your problems.

Of course, you know what they say about young, skinny boys.

They're all cock.

Boy, isn't that the truth.

Not like you.

Is that why you carry your big nightstick, Harry?

It's probably the closest you can come, huh?

Maybe you were good once, huh?

Maybe you're just getting old and shriveled up.

Kind of wrinkled.

I called you a faggot, but you don't even rate that.

At least fags have something to do it with.

Old shriveled up Harry.

Old prune prick Harry.

Well, you gonna rue the day you was born, woman, when I get my hands on you.

I'm gonna have to hurt you now.

You ever cut my knife, huh?

Yeah, I'm gonna cut you like a fucking dog.

You sorry?

Punch!

Fucking pig!

Get your fucking ass off me!

Come on, you fucking pig!

Shit!

And that concludes your Kermit Cain all-music, all-pleasure show from FM Channel 98.

Now, in keeping with KPZK's recognized responsibility to the community at large,

we bring you live from the United Nations General Assembly, Sir Bagot Hype of Great

Britain, speaking in rebuttal to the Union of South Africa's Jan Aktebugwa.

Bagot Hype has been speaking uninterruptedly this past hour.

How's he lay, Jan?

Light precepts of equality, justice, and freedom spread

with the speed of wildfire across the West Indies.

The firestorm of a new moral conception.

Uprisings and revolutions spread to all parts of the hemisphere.

Quite a turn on yourself.

Feeding on itself.

Unquestionably...

and Дравение Fire!

Fire!

Come on.

Hey, come on.

Asshole!

Asshole!

Why did you do it?

Why?

Do what?

Don't give me that shit!

You know what I'm talking about!

Stop it!

Jesus!

All right.

A little beating.

But to burn her... Burn who?

Angel.

She's dead.

Angel's dead?

Who did it?

Bullshit.

I've been here for hours.

I've been here for hours!

Look, I can prove it!

I hope so.

Here, Hodgie.

Here, Hodgie will tell you I was here tonight.

Ain't that right, baby?

You lie, boy.

He came in just a few minutes ago.

Just before you got here.

You lying bitch!

Damn it, Martin!

She's lying!

Hey, Martin!

She's lying!

Damn it, Martin!

All right.

Now, let's... Will you let go?

Let go.

Let go.

Let go.

Martin, that broad's lying.

She's hot up my ass.

We're not balling her tonight.

Believe what you want.

Well, somebody killed her.

And you're the most likely pigeon.

You've got to get out of town tonight.

There's $103.

That's all that I had in the till.

I'll send you more just as soon as I hear from you.

Now, Schnell, you can get a ride here easy.

Good luck.

Auf wiedersehen.

Thanks, Martin.

Where are you heading?

Going west.

Get in.

Here's where I turn off.

We appreciate it.

No mention it.

No mention it.

No mention it.

No mention it.

We've got a car.

Don't worry about me.

I'll take care of you.

Alright.

Hey, Mr. Martin.

There you are.

I was gonna go get you some change.

Hey, I'll keep this one.

Jump in.

It's our good deed for the day.

Yeah, sure, appreciate it.

I'm Cal McKinney.

This is my woman, Super Cherry.

I'm Clint.

Ramsey.

Hi there.

Like I was saying, how does my beautiful bod look today?

Dynamite, baby, dynamite.

I went up on you, Coxman.

I came in the shower this morning.

Yeah, I came without even touching myself.

Just the hot water beating on my body.

Can you beat that, Clint?

I did masturbation.

I mean, besides vibrators, I've discovered some really groovy ways.

Like underneath my left breast.

It folds over my rib when I flunk a little.

And then I just rub it really gently.

Like this.

Here, feel.

Yeah.

And she's just getting started, man.

Can you handle it, Mr. Ramsey?

I appreciate the hospitality.

The ride, I mean.

But Miss, uh... Cherry.

Super Cherry.

Super Cherry?

Could you move over a little bit?

Hey, uh, Pilgrim.

I'm rejecting my baby like that, huh?

Oh, he doesn't mean it like that.

Probably he'd like me to get even closer.

You know, I can get it on like this, too.

And it seems to do something for the dude.

Okay.

All right, hold it right there.

Here.

If you pull over, I got it cut out.

Okay?

Uh, thanks for the ride, okay?

You can let that stove act so dumb.

You know me better than that, babe.

Hey, uh, Clint brother.

That's no way to talk to Super Cherry.

No offense intended.

You're not showing the proper respect for her.

Blit!

Now, I'll let that pass.

Just get in your car and leave me alone.

Yeah.

Yeah, I'll leave you alone.

Kill you!

And half of it's mine.

Kill you, son!

Oh!

Cal!

Oh, damn it!

Suck it out!

Suck it!

Suck it!

I can't!

Oh, you don't even give good hands!

Damn you!

You... Mother!

Get!

Get me to a croaker!

Hurry!

Oh, shit!

I can't get you in!

I'm gonna let that snake bite you right on the ass!

Close the door!

Oh, shit!

You're late!

Oh!

You all right, boy?

Yeah.

Great.

Just great.

Yeah, I guess I'm okay.

Son of a bitch!

Rides are damn scarce along this County Road.

You got a

rough customer, judging from the working over you got.

There were two of them.

A farm's about ninety miles ahead, just at the edge of the desert.

Nothing to speak of in between.

I've been to Brawley, pickin' up supplies.

Where you headed?

West.

Why don't you, lean in?

Come back and relax.

The rest will do you good.

My wife's Austrian.

One of them mail-order brides.

Let's go inside and meet Sol.

I give her that name myself.

Her Austrian name was too hard to pronounce, and besides, fits her to a T.

Sit down, boy.

Make yourself at home.

I guess Sol's doing her chores.

Yeah, I see her coming now.

Yes, sir.

Nothing like a woman around the house to keep a body happy.

Sol?

This here's a young man that misfortune befell.

Name her Clint Ramsey.

Two vicious highwaymen waylaid him.

They robbed him and left him to perish in the cruel desert.

Begets, my dear.

Ah, Sol, you must speak English in front of our young guest.

Now, see to his wounds, wife.

You and your husband have a very nice farm here.

Yeah, it is nice here, but sometimes very handsome.

Lonely.

Your husband's a very kind man.

I don't know what I would have done if he hadn't come along.

You're very handsome.

And you have a young, stark body.

You make a woman very click.

Well, wife, haven't you got our young man patched up yet?

Quite a woman, eh, Mr. Ramsey?

And wait till you taste her cookie.

Boy, them European women really know how to take care of a man.

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Oh, Lute, I can't take it.

You've been so damn nice to me.

That was our deal.

You take it, let's be done with it.

Well, I'll be leaving soon.

Yeah, well, I'll see you before you go.

Oh, before you get cleaned up, could you go in

the barn and pitch some hay down out of the loft?

Sure.

That's what I was told.

Oh, good morning.

You're milking the cow, are you?

Yeah, yeah.

Lute told me to pitch some hay.

Yeah, yeah.

Oh, not this again.

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Come on, let's go.

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Your husband, your husband is going to come up here.

Oh my God, he's flying.

Okay, I'm flying.

You're swallowing me.

You're swallowing me.

Oh, oh.

Your husband, your husband.

Here we go.

Here we go, will you let...

God damn it, will you let...

Go, go, go.

You get that out of the way.

You're getting it.

Oh, I got it, I got it.

Oh, I got it.

Oh, I got it.

Oh, Ben.

Your husband's going to come up.

Your husband is going to come up.

He's going to sling you.

I have to concentrate now.

Would you, would you?

More, more, more.

Get out of the way.

Stop that, will you?

You just move over there.

Be quiet.

Be quiet.

Be quiet.

Is this how I rate?

I haul your ungrateful ass to comfort and safety, see to your wounds, feed you,

provide a roof, a clean bed, vest you with money,

and you repay me by fucking my Austrian wife?

My God.

You will not live to fuck another man's wife.

I tried to explain, but she...

You'd never believe me.

Thanks for everything.

You son of a bitch.

Make a good call out of me, will you?

I'll deal with you later.

My jacket!

My jacket!

Son of treachery!

I'll kill you, you convict!

You're the man!

You're the man!

That's all I ask.

You'll like it.

Let's go.

You were about to speak your needs, young man.

Yes, sir, I need a single.

All right, but it'll be $10.

In advance.

The check-out time is 10 o'clock.

Okay, I'll take it.

I don't know what these kids are up to these days.

My daughter, Eula.

She can't talk, I hear.

She's been that way ever since she was born.

After her mother died, Eula was only 14.

She was five at the time.

I had the job of raising her myself.

That's a big job nowadays.

Lots of temptation around.

She's just a child.

But I'll tell you something, son.

Anyone that would harm a hair on her pretty head, just one hair,

would answer to this.

I didn't raise her just to have some young scallywag

come along and take advantage of her handicap.

I don't blame you, sir.

Here's your $10.

Thanks.

No way.

Okay.

Okay.

Well, it smells like it's flooded.

You gotta hold the throttle all the way to the floor.

Hey, that looks like your old man.

That is your old man.

Sure as hell.

Well, come on.

Come on!

Daddy, I already got her.

I got that mason.

That dirty son of a bitch.

Come on, Sheriff.

You dirty little hippy swine.

Messing around with my daughter.

My beautiful young daughter.

Come on, Sheriff.

Let's get him.

Come on, come on.

Get in.

Come on, come on.

Son of a bitch.

All right, Sheriff.

Get out and give me a push.

Wait.

Let me see if we can get this thing out of here.

There's no lock!

Stop there!

Stop!

All right, Sheriff, come on.

Get the line out of your ass and push!

Get in!

What are you doing now?

Mesquite County is out of my jurisdiction.

What do you mean?

That blackguard's a criminal.

A rapist.

Are you going to turn this crate around, or will I have to?

Luther, I'm citing you for violating Arizona Motor Vehicle Code Sections 708-5.

Drag racing on a highway, 693-2.

Reckless driving.

Why, you fat son of a bitch.

And Section 723-6.

Directing abusive language and a peace officer.

Keep it up.

Keep it up, goddammit.

Keep it up.

You sure you wouldn't like to come up to my

fishing lodge and spend a couple of days fishing?

My wife and I would love to have you.

No, I gotta keep moving.

But I sure appreciate the ride.

Forget it.

Good luck.

I could sure use some.

Thanks.

I'm sorry.

Coffee's on me.

Haven't got all day, lady.

I'll be right back.

I'll only be a minute.

Well,

I see there are no broken bones.

I'm sorry about that.

If I ever recruit a woman's football team, I know where to start.

Thanks a lot.

Did you want anything?

Cheeseburger with everything?

Oh, dammit.

Let me help you.

Why?

I used to be in the business.

Business.

I can get it.

Do you have a good hat?

Oh.

You're about to see me.

Oh.

Do you have a hat?

Oh my.

My old man bought it in Nam.

He left me the business.

I've been running it a couple of years.

I had no guy pumping gas for me.

He had a booze problem.

He split a couple of weeks ago.

I haven't been able to find anybody to help me.

So, what's with you?

You just passing through?

Yeah, passing through.

Oh, my name's Super Vixen, like the sign says.

My friends call me Vix.

What's yours?

Clint.

Vix?

Well, Clint, I need help.

If you could only work for a week, I'd pay you a hundred and a half,

and meals, and a roof over your head.

There's a little cabin out back.

You could be comfortable there.

Yeah.

KFA 166.

How about it, Clint?

Hey, you in a Vixen mobile.

Your base is looking for you.

Yeah, you don't want the base.

Over.

It's getting heavy, honey.

Can you come to your home 20?

Yeah, Jim Ryan's out of trouble.

Catch you later.

You don't want clear.

Hello.

Ethel or regular?

Regular.

Let me handle it.

Hello.

Good to see you.

Oh, I forgot the hamburger.

Check under the hood.

All right.

Water's okay, and the oil's right there.

I'd recommend 1040.

All right.

Hey, ho.

Say nice to meet you.

Have I seen you someplace before?

No, I don't think so.

You ever do a hitch in the service?

No, not me.

I went back to school instead.

Know this guy in NAMM looked just like you.

How about Kansas City?

You ever hit that town?

No, not me.

There must have been somebody else.

Oh, a fisherman, are you?

You looking for some action?

Yeah, maybe.

Hey, where's the growler?

The what?

The shit house.

Oh, it's around back.

Don't mind if I join you, do you?

No, not if he ain't no goddamn queer.

Oh, no, that's where I live.

It's over there.

Oh.

Say, it's fishing pretty good around here, huh?

If you got time, you ought to try your luck.

Why don't you take off and show me a couple of holes?

Well, I'd like to, but I got to work.

Come on.

We'll get a six-pack and have a ball.

Just you two running the place?

Yeah.

She ain't got you but the balls, has she?

Just a minute.

This is Bo Weevil saying hello to all you lovely people working the SSBs.

I'm ready to chew the rag with anyone but Bruce.

And what can I do for you, handsome?

I'd like to take the day off tomorrow, boss.

I just got a good offer.

To go fishing.

Well, what about the generators and lights?

I can pick them up day after tomorrow.

I was just teasing.

Of course you can, hot stuff.

I'll make it up to you, beautiful.

Well, I'll be waiting for that.

Hey, hold it a second before you hang up.

Oh, wait a second.

I can take you and your old lady to dinner tonight.

To show you my appreciation.

Hey, I just got an invite for dinner.

You want to go tonight?

We can't go to dinner, honey.

The cafe's not gonna run by itself.

But drinks and dancing later sound great.

Oh, they're good at the profits.

I gotta go.

Can't make dinner, but how about a couple of drinks at the Sultan's Den?

Fine.

Any good motels around?

Uh, it's a nice place about eight miles south of here.

All right.

I'm Clint.

Clint Ramsey.

Harry.

Harry Sledge.

See you later.

All right.

Hi, operator.

Could you give me the number to Supervixen's Oasis, please, ma'am?

Would you repeat it, please?

Two, five, five, seven, six, eight, nine... Thank you very much.

Bye now.

Oh, Harry.

Looks kind of lonely.

Why don't you ask him to dance?

He has weird vibes from him.

He's creepy.

Man-hater.

I don't hate you.

Y'all want another drink?

Yeah, whiskey sour fix, and I'll stay with the same.

Okay.

You know, I don't usually drink, but having such a good time tonight,

I think I'm gonna have myself another one of those.

Let me have a double bart.

Uh, Mr. Sledge, would you like to dance with me?

I ain't had an offer like that since the senior prom.

You know something?

I still can't dance.

Occasional cigar is about my only dance.

I like an occasional cigar, too, but I take it out of my mouth once in a while.

That's pretty good, huh, Harry?

Well, Clint boy, here's to a lucky day tomorrow.

Lucky day tomorrow.

Yeah.

Hey, Vix, like old Harry said, let's make it an early evening.

Honey, don't bring up that creep's name at a time like this.

Let's forget the preliminaries.

Hello.

Hello.

Hello.

You better get up, honey.

Catch some little fish.

Rise and shine, Harry.

Those big lunkers won't wait.

Hey, come on!

Oh, shit, man.

Hey, I ain't gonna be able to make it.

I'm as sick as a dog.

Can I get you anything?

Alka-Seltzer?

No, no.

I'm just gonna have to stay in the rack all day till I get feeling better.

You might as well go on to Blythe and pick up your generators.

How about tomorrow?

Can you get off?

Well, I, um... yeah.

Harry, you take care now, okay?

Take it easy.

Hey, I also had a rough night last night.

I ain't feeling too well.

I'll be staying another day, so I appreciate you

telling that damn nigger mate nothing about me.

I'm being racked.

I'll see you later.

Hello?

Hi, Vex.

How you doing?

Morning.

Yeah?

I saw Harry here.

Ah.

Hey, Slag.

Oh.

What's wrong?

Is something wrong?

Listen, we got that old truck stuck out there on the River Road.

Oh.

Out there.

We're at Fork.

Hey, listen, Clint, why don't you bring a four-wheeler out there and pull us out?

Where are you calling from?

Yeah, I'm at, uh, Oak Pass, out here on Interstate 10.

All right.

I'll be right there.

You guys should have taken the four-wheeler to the river, not the pickup.

Now, Clint knows better than that.

All right, Harry.

Now, what have you done with Clint?

On his way to Blythe.

He picked up some generators.

What do you mean, on his way to Blythe?

Turn the radio on.

I knew you were weird, Harry, but I had no idea it was this bad.

Now, I want to know what you've done with Clint.

You don't take orders very well, do you?

Crackin' broke.

How about it?

How about that big, small bell one time?

You got a copy on us?

Yeah.

Hey, how about it, Clint?

You got a copy?

I got old Vixen right here.

I want to talk to Clint, and I'm dead.

Yeah, I ain't gonna...

I don't know what's wrong with you!

You hear that?

You creep!

What is this, some kind of joke?

Now, listen.

I'm gonna tell you something.

I'm gonna tell you once, and you better listen.

Don't tell anybody else, will you?

Hey.

Over Highway 95 is that old fishing road?

About eight miles south of Joint Junction.

The sign spells it out loud and clear.

Put that to me!

Counter-titan.

Harry, I didn't copy that.

Shut up!

You bring a fucking gun or anybody with you,

your bitch is gonna wind up like the angel.

You remember her?

The angel?

Right here.

Left angel.

And turn left.

You're that cop, aren't you?

Yeah.

Get a loud mouth, too.

What in the sky is it doing?

Just like this, bitch!

She had a loud mouth.

I'm gonna stuff her right in the ear.

I can't hear you.

Bastard, you burned Angel.

Now you got Vix.

Now we gonna be team 7 out till you get... Harry, don't you hurt her.

Hurry!

You hurt her, Vix.

Harry!

You hear you, don't you?

Harry!

Come in.

Harry!

Harry!

Vix!

Vix, answer me!

Vix!

Go back!

It's a trap!

Jase.

Please.

No, no, no, Harry, don't, please, don't, oh, don't!

You're now!

You're in my war now, ho!

A whole shit-pot full of tricks coming up for you!

Oh, please, please, watch out!

Come on.

I can't.

I can't.

I can't go here.

Come on.

That's my dad!

The

water is so sweet running from the line Where the green and the hollers can rest

their mind Where a man should grow old a cart in cedar wood

And let the Scottsville Express just truck him home for good

BELL RINGS HE SNIFFS BELL RINGS What's it going to be?

You have got to do!

Here, I'll give you your walking papers.

Okay?

Now, let me see what kind of timber you made of, boy!

Ha!

Goddamn!

You bastard!

What have you done to Clint?

I'm just putting something together for your memory book.

Ain't no end to a professional man's bag of chance.

I've got to get to this nut, now.

Clint's finished.

I'm finished.

What am I gonna do?

Bet your money on the wrong horse, baby.

So that's it.

The creep digs me.

I know.

I'll try flattering.

It's the only thing left.

He ain't gonna finish last... cause he ain't gonna finish at all.

He can't make a thoroughbred out of a jackass.

He can't make a thoroughbred out of a jackass.

Flint's a nice boy.

But you're a man.

You bet your sweet ass I am.

I bet you're really hung, Harry.

Yeah?

Why you messing around with that asshole?

I've

always been a muscle freak.

I've always been a muscle freak.

Yeah, got a great build.

Well, tell me about it.

Feel like a brick shithouse.

Triceps, deltoids, lats, and pectorals.

Yeah, I got it all together.

Don't forget to hug him.

Work out whatever day a man's gotta keep in shape.

Are you a better way?

Ah, damn.

The boy can run like a moonshiner caught in a still.

Ain't gonna do him no good, though.

Damn it.

Even that didn't work.

Goddamn.

No more dynamite.

Oh, my poor Flint.

How long can he escape that deadly wrist bazooka?

Except maybe this.

And whatever other weapons of war that sack contains.

That stopped him.

What's that?

A whip.

Well, I can take anything for my baby.

Anything to keep that creep occupied long enough... for Flint to jump in from behind.

What you need's a long fuse and a big bang.

War milk fetches the old barn cat.

Wild grapes will get you a possum.

And this will bring him round.

Oh, not that!

All you gotta remember is keep your head down... so you won't get it blowed off.

It's been fun.

Come on.

This'll be the biggest and last bang you'll ever have.

Carter!

Carter!

Carter!

Get that, Smarty!

Harry!

Harry!

Harry, get him!

Put out the fuse!

Oh, she'll definitely in the need of some premarital counseling.

Open the fuse!

Why buy a cow when you can get free milk?

You son of a bitch!

Help me!

Help!

All this horseshit won't mean a goddamn thing to her six months from now!

She's gonna get it!

Come on!

Don't be so anxious!

Please, speed out!

She'll squeeze you like a lemon!

Use you up like a box of Kleenex!

You got your hip between your legs!

He's coming!

You and Vic's gonna wind up in the dead heat!

Please!

Oh, please!

God!

Help me!

He's coming!

You sorry pussy whip son of a bitch!

Look at you!

You no good shit!

For that!

Haven't you done enough already?

I dare you!

Harry, hold me!

Get out of here!

Shut up!

No!

Nobody fucks up my race!

Oh, no!

I'm going to personally ride this son of a bitch home myself!

It's a damn hot fart!

Have at it!

I'll leave him open the press for you.

Stop it!

Oh, God!

Please, don't!

No!

Please, don't!

Please, just leave him alone, Harry!

Harry!

Goddamn!

I

ain't never gonna use that stuff again.

Harry!

Whatever you try, fatal!

However you hurt us, Harry, you won't succeed!

You are evil!

Then love!

Love!

We

shall meet on that beautiful shore In the sweet by and by

We shall meet on that beautiful shore