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I'm so sick of doing this.

I'm sick of waiting for the world to end.

Me too.

Why don't we do something else for a change?

Yeah? Like what?

I don't know.

But we can figure something out if we put our heads together.

My head just got stepped on.

I can't think of nothing.

California! Let's move to California.

I got a job. I got responsibilities.

Biscuit, you're washing dishes in a shithole, brother.

Personally, I think you could risk the career change.

Look, Milo, we are talking about real life here, okay?

Real life is not California. Real life is a shit sandwich

and every day, you gotta take another bite.

What if it isn't a shit sandwich?

I mean, what if California is really a paradise

and we're missing out on it?

Okay, look at this guy.

If there was paradise anywhere on Earth,

don't you think he'd know about it?

Imagine this... A winter without snow.

Milo, we don't got any money.

I got a thousand bucks in my insurance

settlement left. That can get us there.

That's yours.

Uh, so what? I'd just blow it on beer, anyway.

So, why don't you just go by yourself?

And who'd take care of you fuck-ups?

Aww...

Oh, come on, Grant, you'll never get a better offer.

What more do you want?

Yeah, Grant, what more do you want?

That!

What about right here?

Be back in a minute.

God, how chicks love a man in uniform.

Grant! Chill out, man.

Thanks.

You're welcome.

What's your name?

Grant.

Mine's Elyse.

What's wrong?

I, uh... I gotta get back to my friends.

No, you don't.

Stay here and talk to me.

Grant! Chow Mein's getting cold.

I... I really gotta go.

Too late.

Oh, what's going on?

Oh, nothing, nothing. I was just, uh...

I was just giving her a light, that's all.

Yeah? Maybe you're trying to pick up on her?

Nah, nah, I was just... I was just being cool, that's all.

- Don't fuck with me! - Come on, man, come on.

Come on, man, come on, man.

You didn't think you were going to have to deal with me, huh?

Whoa!

I'm gonna waste you!

You're not so tough. Are you? Huh?

Next time, I'll eat you alive, man.

I'll fucking kill you!

Hey, come on down from there, man.

You're gonna get hurt.

Everything's... Everything's totally fucked.

Music's fucked...

Girls are fucked...

We're fucked.

So what else is new?

So, one step and it'll all be over.

Don't do it, man.

Why not?

'Cause you got the car keys!

Shit!

Biscuit! Milo! Jesus Christ, get me off!

Hang on!

Hurry up. I can't hold on much longer.

Yes, you can. We're almost there.

Hurry up!

Oh, shit! Oh, shit...

Oh, shit, please, hurry up.

Hold on. Hold on, I'm coming. Hold on, I'm coming.

Come on. Come on.

Milo! Milo!

Oh, here we go.

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

That's it, man. We're going to California.

Hey, Milo, wake up, man.

Check it out.

There's like, some maniac in the middle of the road.

- snoring - Nah, let him sleep.

Howdy! Say, can you guys give me a hand for a second?

I'm dug in over here on the shoulder.

I'm sorry. We're in kind of a hurry.

Hurry? Look out here, man.

There ain't nothing out here to hurry for.

Come on, this will just take a second.

I thought Elvis was dead.

Yeah.

Yo, man. Why are we stopping here

in Bumfuck, Egypt?

Forget it, man. Just go back to sleep.

- Hey, who does your hair, man? - My gardener.

- Thanks, man. - We didn't do nothing yet.

Grant, didn't your mother ever tell you

not to talk to strangers?

That's it, guys. Just keep pushing it.

Come on, baby! Come on, honey.

Get behind that mother. Come on, man.

Come on, man. Get busy.

Come on. Push! Come on. Hey, come on! Hey, hey, come on!

That's it.

Oh! Much obliged. Here, man, have a cigarette.

- Oh, no thanks. - I'll take one.

Well, we're lucky it's not hot out here today.

This country's murder without AC.

What's you fellows' line of work anyway?

Survival.

Well, that's the slowest form of suicide.

Look, man, if I can ever be of any help...

Daredelvis?

Horse trader, snake charmer, marriage counselor,

divorce lawyer, musician, poker player, stunt driver,

douser, clairvoyant,

actor... poet?

But my real bread and butter is the bullfighting thing.

You gotta catch my act, man. It's going nowhere but up.

Listen, I'm in a hurry. I gotta go.

Yo.

Yo.

He ain't no bullfighter.

He ain't even Spanish.

Come on, baby.

Guys, I just had this weird dream

that Elvis Presley was a friend of ours.

Check it out, dudes.

There's a town in Arizona called Mohawk.

Maybe I'll retire there.

Yeah. Ha ha.

Pull over, I gotta piss.

You just pissed at the last stop.

Well, I gotta piss again.

No, no, you can wait.

- Grant... - What?

I gotta go too.

Nice country, man.

Looks like a Roadrunner cartoon.

Beep beep.

Beep...

Ahh...

I mean, it's kinda creepy, like...

like too much open space. You feel that?

Hey... Spacecase?

Yo! We talking to you!

Hey, you got a problem?

Let's get the hell out of here.

Absolutely.

This time tomorrow...

we're gonna be staring at the lights of Hollywood.

Hey, maybe we'll meet the Go-Go's, huh?

They broke up, stupid.

When'd that happen?

Like, a thousand years ago.

Good, then they'll be free to have my babies.

Biscuit, you're so fucking clueless.

The Go-Go's wouldn't touch us if they had rubber gloves on.

Give it a rest.

Just got a little cabin fever, that's all.

One more day, and everything will be...

cool.

Wouldn't count on it.

You don't know it, Grant.

Coming out here

is one of the best moves that you ever made.

Someday you're gonna thank me.

Goodnight, you crazy knuckleheads.

Yee-haw! Howdy, boys!

Come on, man. Get 'em, now!

Go, go, go.

Three pigs in a blanket.

I'll tell you when to get up, you son of a bitch.

Well, now, my little piggly wigglies,

you done fucked up.

Of all the places to camp in this whole state,

you picked our favorite rendezvous.

Yeah.

Hey, man, we're not looking for any trouble, really.

We are. And you are it.

Listen, take what you want. Just leave us alone.

I'll do whatever in the fuck I want to. You understand?

Hey, Missoula, we got New York plates here.

City boys.

Hey, look, I'm sure we can work something out.

I mean, why don't we all sit down

and party a little bit? What the heck?

We want to party, all right!

Yeah, we are!

That's a fine jacket you got.

Bet you feel real cool when you wear it, don't you?

Well, take it off. Take it off.

It fits.

Shit! Hey, guys. I just found 800 bucks.

You little freaks are better than a week of wetbacks.

Lookie here.

That's all the money we got.

We need it. For California.

Oh, poor thing.

Why don't you come on ahead and take it?

Yeah, take it.

Bang.

Lookie here. Yessir, that is some hairdo.

That is something special, ain't it?

You know, I believe we got us a real, live Indian here.

Genuine Sitting-Bull shit.

Want a little off the top, buddy?

Come on, Missoula, let's go!

- Shut up! - Hold it, man,

- you're going too far. - They ain't Mexicans.

You needle-dick bug-fuckers ain't got two balls between you.

I thought you boys wanted to have a little fun.

Maybe you should have hooked up a Girl Scout meeting, huh?

Go on! Come on! We'll catch up.

Yee-haw!

I know you're out here.

Man, them jackrabbits run fast.

Milo!

Well, you sorry sack of shit.

Fuck you!

One in the brain pan, boy.

Forget it, man.

I'm wasted.

Biscuit. Please, not now.

Oh, my God!

You boys been robbed, all right,

but I don't see no evidence of murder.

But... you got two eyewitnesses.

That I do. But I don't got no body.

If I don't got no body I don't got no murder.

- Right, Watts? - Right, Sam.

Heads up.

So... So... So, uh, what are you gonna do?

Oh, nothing to do. File a report, maybe.

What about Missoula?

Didn't check out.

Missoula's just a town in Montana.

Yeah, but... What about that guy that found us?

Maybe... Maybe he knows something.

That's something else. This cowboy dude...

Ain't nobody's seen him.

Miss Minnie Starter found you boys on her back porch steps,

then she called us.

Listen, I know what I saw.

Ain't too sure about that son. Heads up!

Sir, our best friend's just been murdered

by a bunch of cutthroats, okay.

We've just been robbed of everything we own.

And all you guys are gonna do about it is file a report.

What do you guys do all day? Play with yourselves?

Listen to me, you little prick.

I'm tired of you New York and LA types

stomping through here,

making us look like a bunch of backward hicks.

I'll tell you what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna take you into town,

the wrecker's gonna bring your car in,

you're gonna get in,

and you can get the hell out of here and let us do our jobs.

Any more of your smart-ass faggot remarks,

you can make from behind bars. Right, Watts?

- Right, Sam. - Get in there.

Cowboy dude, huh? Give me a break.

Got a couple of tires off an unclaimed Bug over there

and put them on for you.

I want you out of town in an hour.

You know, maybe this wouldn't have happened

if you looked like normal folks.

This sucks.

You know that 40 bucks that I had hidden in my boot?

It's enough to get us out of this stupid state.

What the hell are you doing?

Going back.

- What for? - To get the guys that got Milo.

What are you, crazy?

Where you going?

What are you gonna do? Take on the whole gang?

If I have to.

Grant, you are not Clint-fucking-Eastwood.

You don't even know how to shoot a gun.

Those... Those maniacs were born with them.

Just... Just let the cops handle it, okay?

But they're not gonna do anything!

Come on, you saw them!

If we don't do anything, nobody will.

We?

Oh, no, no, no.

Wait, you don't... you don't care about what happened?

Yes, I care!

But if Milo were here right now

he'd say, "Get going, man, go to LA."

That's what I'm gonna do.

I got a plan.

You got squat with 40 bucks.

I gotta take my chances.

How are you gonna get there anyway?

See, I figured we head north, you know.

Missoula's a nickname, maybe that's where he's from.

- Maybe where he's going. - Grant, you have never cared

about anything in your entire life.

- Why you starting now? - You coming or not?

Not.

You know, I could be wrong. Missoula could be a local.

He might just drop by a little later

and decide to pick you up.

Give you a lift. That'd be a party. Wouldn't it?

Hi.

It's no use, man.

These guys could be at the North Pole by now

for all we know. And we... We wouldn't have a clue.

I give up.

No, they're here. I can feel it.

Want Western earrings?

Uh... We're broke, okay?

The highest grade silver and turquoise, handmade by me.

Scram, okay?

Want some authentic Navajo jewelry?

Excuse me, folks, I'm not trying to sell you anything.

But it's the darnedest thing.

Me and my buddy here were just separated from our choir group

- and we were wondering, uh... - Who are you anyway?

Perchance you may have seen them? I'm Grant,

- this is Biscuit. - Hi, good morning.

No, we haven't seen them.

You sure? Six guys in a black pickup truck

with a gun-rack on the back?

No, no.

Well, then, maybe you think you got

any spare change you can lend us?

No, we don't have any spare change.

Uh-huh. Traveler's Checks?

No Traveler's Checks.

You know how to fold a map?

Go away!

Thank you. Thank you.

Well, um, have a nice day, okay?

Okay, I hope you get ripped off here.

You looking for the man with lots of guns?

You seen him?

- They were here. - When?

Yesterday afternoon.

Hey, how much?

Wait, wait, quiet.

They were yelling at each other

and my father tried to make them go away,

but the man with the pictures on his arms beat him up.

Where did they go?

Are they your friends?

No, no, they hurt a friend of ours.

That's why we're trying to get them.

That way.

Wait, wait, it was two big black trucks, right?

With a dead deer in the back.

- What? - No, no, wait, that makes sense.

They kill a deer and then they look like hunters.

Terrific. How much for those earrings?

- Ten dollars. - Oh, wow, well...

- Can I give you five for one? - It's a deal.

Thank you.

- Bye bye. - Bye.

Keep on rocking.

Biscuit, I think it's them.

Oh, man!

- Water. - Go get the water.

Okay, what happened?

Told Missoula we're gonna turn ourselves in.

Him and the others bushwhacked us.

Where did they go? Where's Missoula?

Come on! Answer me!

North. North.

North? Where?

Wyoming in Montana.

Don't... follow them.

What are you doing?

He's not gonna need it.

We are.

Hi.

Howdy.

- Fill her up? - Yes, Ma'am.

- New York, huh? - That's right.

You're a long way from home.

Well, if you can call New York home.

So... what brings you to Utah?

Uh... hunting.

Is that right?

Yeah, yeah, some... some cousins of mine are taking us but, uh...

They ditched us a ways back, you know.

Ditch the city boys in the middle of nowheres.

You gotta love 'em.

Uh, hey, maybe you seen them.

Three guys, one of them has a real scraggly beard.

He's got tattoos all over him.

They're in a black pickup, fog-lights?

Can't say that I have.

Well, we're just trying to catch back up with them, you know?

Golly, gosh, darn, I'm gonna kill those guys.

Grant, I'm gonna get something to eat.

I wouldn't go in there if I were you.

You're not me, are you?

Oh, huh, I'm sorry, he gets real stupid when he's hungry.

Biscuit, whoa, dude.

Maybe she's right, you know. Maybe we shouldn't go in there.

Ah, she was yanking your crank.

I don't know. Maybe... Maybe the food stinks.

Come here. Smell that.

Mmm.

That is two beefy charbroiled patties

piled high with cheese, pickles, and onions,

and a hickory barbecue sauce

that will bring you to your knees.

- They're just waiting for us. - Hi.

All we gotta do is go in there

and tell some cute little waitress to serve 'em up.

That's it.

All right?

Come on.

Oh, shit.

Oh, excuse me.

I'm sorry about the mess.

I swear to God I'll take care of it.

No!

Hey, hey, whoa! Hey, hey, whoa! Whoa!

Don't you think you guys are a little edgy?

That does it. You're paying for the fine.

Y'all don't come back now. You hear?

Get back to the swamp!

I told you not to go in there.

Thanks for the tip. Now, here's one for you.

Hey, you guys owe me ten bucks!

- Where you going? - LA.

What are you talking about? That's my car.

Not anymore, it's not.

Wait, wait, one second, come on.

I'll drive, okay? Hey, give me the keys.

Please, please. Pretty please? Come on.

Yes.

Oh, nice shot, asshole. God...

What the hell were you gonna do? Leave me here all alone?

Yeah, if you didn't stop playing Wyatt Earp.

Hey, don't blame it on me.

If you weren't so pig-headed back there,

none of this would've happened.

Hey, you're the one who wanted to go after those psychos

- in the first place. - Fuck you!

No, fuck you!

- No, fuck you! - No, fuck you!

- No, fuck you! - No, fuck you!

- No, fuck you! - No, fuck you, man!

Come on! Come on!

You don't care about what happened, do you?

Milo's got nothing to do with it anymore.

It's you, man.

You just want to keep going

because you finally got a purpose in life.

You know, till a week ago, I never seen a dead man before.

And now...

Fuck! You know?

I'm going to LA, man.

The land of broads and beaches,

and it may not be paradise,

but it's sure gonna be--

Shit! A fucking deer!

It's them!

Get the keys!

Wait, wait, let it settle.

There they are.

There they go! Come on! Punch it! Punch it!

Grant, I know we've never gotten around

to discussing this before.

Now that we found them, what are we gonna do with them?

Oh, shit!

Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Oh, shit.

Shit, shit, shit.

Shit, shit, shit.

Okay, on the count of three,

I want you to weave over to the side

and pull even with the cab.

- Double yellow line, Grant. - One...

- We're gonna hit another car. - Two...

- We're gonna die! - Three!

Oh, fuck!

Freeze, motherfucker!

God damn!

That's enough, goddammit.

You are dealing with the son of a New York cab driver,

you asshole.

Come on, come on, I got something for you.

Look out!

Go, blast them.

Adios, sucker!

Come on, come on, come on.

Come on. We're on fire, come on.

That's the end of them. Rhat, what do you want to eat?

Biscuit, come on. Come on.

Well, you boys are having quite a day.

Sorry, you must think I'm... I'm a pig or something.

Not at all.

It's nice to cook for someone, for a change.

Oh, then wait till you see Biscuit eat.

I'm talking Jaws here.

Where did he get that name? Biscuit?

Dog biscuits.

We used to eat them when we were kids only,

he never stopped.

He's got great teeth, though.

Entirely free of unsightly plaque.

Something wrong?

No, I was just, uh...

I was just wondering... what are you doing here?

It just...

Uh...

I mean it just seems like... like, uh...

A waste?

Yeah.

My husband and I moved out here from Chicago.

It was his idea to get back to the land.

To be a rancher.

But he found out that he didn't like to get his hands dirty.

And I did.

So he left.

I'm still here and I'm doing just fine.

Thanks.

Don't you ever miss the city though?

Yeah. Yeah, I miss the people.

So, what do you do? Hunt down wrecks all day?

I've got the only tow truck around.

Morning.

- Morning. - Sorry if I woke you.

Nah, it's okay.

Shit!

Let it kick up, not back, okay?

- Okay, - Right.

Whoa!

All right. Try one by yourself.

Okay.

- Good. - Okay.

All right.

Not bad, you're getting it.

- Let's go for a ride. - Uh...

I've never ridden a horse before.

Won't take you long to get the hang of it.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Stop! Whoa, whoa!

So, you think you can handle it now?

Oh, yeah. No problem.

Okay then.

- Show me your stuff, city boy. - Sure.

Hee-Yah!

Whoa, whoa, nice horsie.

Lucky for you, it's too late to make it back.

I know a place where we can camp.

- Camp? - Worried about Biscuit?

Is your refrigerator full?

- Sure is. - Then he'll be fine.

Hey.

Grant, you gotta stop dragging this around.

It's not being fair to yourself.

Fair?

Fair? Would've been fair if they killed me instead of Milo.

I'm the fuck up.

That's not true.

You've never given yourself a chance.

I gotta do this.

Tracking Missoula is suicide. He will kill you.

I have to prove to myself that I can do more than just

look for exit signs.

I gotta go for it.

So go for it.

Whoa, whoa!

I don't believe you beat me back.

Guess I'm a real cowboy now.

- Ow! - Sore?

Don't speak too soon.

Time to go.

Biscuit, I think you got out of bed too soon.

We're two days behind Missoula. The trail is dying.

Biscuit, I don't think you're in any shape to go anywhere.

Yeah, man, you gotta give that arm a rest.

Arm is strong.

Okay, so the arm's fine.

It's... it's your head I'm worried about.

My head's okay.

Clear like... mountain water.

Let's go.

I mean, we got no wheels.

- We got feet. - We can't go on foot.

Then I go.

Biscuit!

You're gonna get yourselves killed.

He's right though. The longer we wait,

the colder the trail's gonna be.

Biscuit thinks he's an Indian. He's losing it, Grant.

Biscuit will be fine, okay?

I know him.

Well... if you're gonna do it...

you better do it right.

Needs a new muffler

but it'll get you where you want to go.

Just don't try sneaking up on anyone.

So, what's your plan?

I figured we'd, uh...

Get back to where we started.

Maybe go north. Go to Wyoming.

There's a lot of country up there.

We find them.

Listen, we owe ya.

Just keep your scalps.

Even packed a lunch for you idiots.

They're in the back with the guns.

Dibs on the tuna.

You okay?

I fine.

"I fine?"

What the hell happened to you back there?

Me? What the hell happened to you?

You're the one who came riding out of the sunrise

like he was John Wayne.

Look who's talking.

Statue of Liberty here.

Hey, at least I haven't forgotten why we're out here.

What's that supposed to mean?

Means I ain't getting soft, that's what it means.

I was the one who had the guts all along.

You were the one who wanted to go back to Queens.

I changed my mind.

North.

They went north.

Since when did you become a tracking expert?

These tracks are two, three days old.

How do you know that? These tracks could be anybody's.

Doesn't make any sense.

The way to Missoula's in the opposite direction.

I say we stay on the highway.

They were here.

They put oil in the truck.

Biscuit, we don't know that.

Yes, we do.

Where is everybody?

- The pump's locked. - Great.

I saw this movie once about these scientist dudes

who come to this town in the middle of nowhere,

they're looking for a meteor, right?

Crash landed from outer space.

There's no one around. You know why?

'Cause they're all dead.

They're dead because their blood

turned to sand from this disease

the meteor brought with it from space.

I think this is that town.

Biscuit, shut up.

Come on, boy. Work with me. Come on.

...rock and roll rescue. Let's hear it for Daredelvis.

Grant...

Two chili dogs, please.

Three.

I didn't know I was in Wyoming.

Would say our friend here was a neighborhood pusher.

Let's go.

It's open. Hey, dudes, what's happening?

- Not much. - Nice to see you.

- How you doing? - Sit down.

So, what'd you think of the act?

I, uh... I think you got a loose spoke, personally.

Didn't you hear that crowd? they loved me.

I'm going nowhere but up, man. I'm telling you.

In two years, I'm gonna be making Lite beer commercials.

You really like putting your ass on the line like that?

Oh, you betcha.

When I save a rider from a ton of pissed off beef,

I know I'm doing something

anyone else would be scared shitless to do.

Don't think I'm not proud of that.

He's still there?

Yeah, they are. Hey, Daredelvis...

We need a favor.

Name it.

Ah, I thought you were holding some dynamite.

- Very nice. - Always.

Your brains are gonna make a nice wallpaper.

Okay, now put up your hands and turn around slowly.

Now, take off that jacket.

Now you got ten seconds

to tell me where Missoula and his buddy are.

Who are you?

Oh, man. We just got a little carried away that night.

That buddy of yours,

he was the first white man we ever killed, honest.

Where's Missoula?

Back in Missoula? Is that where he is?

Not even close, you stupid...

No, no!

The word is he's camped out in a ghost town called Lonejack.

That's about 35 miles northeast of here.

Nobody knows if he's alone, where he's getting the stuff,

or how long he's been there.

Thanks, listen, I'm sorry about the hole in your roof.

Even Stevens.

Hey, if you're gonna go out there, you're gonna need this.

It's a bottle of my own patented snake juice.

Daredelvis, is there anything you don't do?

Not a goddamn thing.

Keep on rocking.

Forgot who I was talking to here.

What are you doing?

Grant? Grant!

Grant!

Grant!

Grant!

Grant! Slow down, what are you doing?

I saw him! Leave me alone!

What are you talking about?

The cowboy dude.

He was in the middle of the road. I saw him!

- Come here. - I saw you! Come back!

There's no one there. There's no one there.

There's no one there.

It's just this land man.

It's fucking with us.

Lonejack. Population, zilch.

Grant, I don't like this place.

It's bad medicine.

Just keep your eyes peeled.

We lost them.

Yeah, we suck at this cowboy shit.

Hey, hey, hey, I'm the same.

Ta-da.

Take it easy, man. That stuff looks dangerous.

How is it?

Smooth.

Oh, my god.

Oh, god, I'm peaking.

This is that guy. This is... This is that cowboy dude.

I knew he was real. I knew he was real. Here he is.

- Who are you? - Name's Witherspoon,

that help you any?

You been trailing us? You have, haven't you?

I've seen you.

I know them.

They were in my dream, Grant.

They were in my dream.

We hunted together.

We... We lived in the same village, in the same tribe.

We were slaughtered by the bluecoats.

And Missoula.

What the hell's going on here?

No. No!

No!

Wonky.

Hey, Witherspoon, where is he? Where's Missoula?

You know where he is. Don't you? Tell me!

Come back!

Come back!

The snake juice.

Amazing.

Witherspoon knows where Missoula is and...

and he was gonna tell me.

We got really wasted, man.

We better move or somebody's gonna wonder what I'm up to.

Where you gonna go?

I don't know. I'll buy something.

Keep an eye out.

Rockin'.

What'll it be, son?

I'll have a JD.

Buck and a half. Thanks for the tip.

Blix, even a blind hog find an acre every now and then.

Hey, hey, hey, I'm talking to you.

He's trouble.

Come over here.

We'd like to have your objective opinion

on settling a little bet here, okay?

Which one of us is the ugliest?

- Help us, pansy pants. - Yeah.

We been trying to figure it out all day long.

Speak up, hoss.

I think you oughta take them sunglasses off.

No way you'll be able to tell who's ugly inside them things.

Go on, take them off.

Crazy assholes.

Jump up there and grab them things.

- Whoa! Whoo! - Whoo!

Now, hopalong, I want you to take a good long look

at these two monkeys here in front of you.

And you tell me, if you can with that little

pea brain of yours rattling around inside that gourd

which of us is the ugliest.

You are.

How ugly am I, boy?

Butt ugly.

Whoo!

- You have a good day. - His butt or yours?

Hey, come back. Hey.

They're in the saloon.

- He recognize you? - I can't tell.

They were pretty drunk.

- Let's get the fuckers now. - No, no.

We blew this once. This time we gotta do it right.

- So what are we gonna do? - We're gonna watch.

Watch and wait.

You need a drink.

Shit, let's go to...

Come on, doll, we're 40 feet from the theater.

Let's go.

Let's go for it.

What's the matter, man?

Freeze, assholes!

Hands in the air and turn around.

Yeah?

Yeah, it's mine.

Where?

Who was driving?

Were they hurt?

Okay, I'll be right there.

We've been tracking them for two weeks now, come on.

They killed our best friend.

Save it for the DA in the morning.

Until then, keep your trap shut. Or I'll rack you up.

I want my MTV. Hey, fuzzball.

Shut up, Hezekiah.

Will you shut up?

I play requests, you know.

Yeah?

How about "Holiday in Cambodia" by The Dead Kennedys?

Are the Kennedys dead?

What a bummer.

- Here you go. - Thanks.

- Shot? - Mmm.

Biscuit, I...

I screwed up.

Almost got us killed 'cause I lost my nerve.

I'm really sorry.

Forget it, man. It was a tall order.

It's the gunshop again.

We got to get the old man to fix that--

I'll get it.

Second time this week. Shit.

Hey, man...

Hold it right there!

Drop it!

Merry Christmas, porko.

Come on, let's go.

Hi.

Grant, Biscuit, it's Jessie.

- In here! - Grant, we gotta hurry.

Grant, we gotta hurry.

Stand back.

Come on, boss, go kick some ass.

Give me your gun!

Open, you son of a bitch.

Bang, bang, bang. Bang.

It's Miller time.

Come on, Grant! Yeah! We're out of here!

- Get in! - Where's your ammo?

Giddy-up!

Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa.