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- I gave you a 20.
- You gave me a 10.

Check the cash lady,
that is my other 10.

Check the cash.

What's your problem?
Yes, can I help you?

Gimme the money from
the drawer, all of it.

Good, while you're in there,

you mind getting change for my 20?

This ain't no joke.

Give it to me now.

Shut up.

Nobody move, nobody move
or I blow her brains away.

I swear you'll be pickin'
'em off the floor.

You.

Give me the key now.

I don't have the key.

Don't fuck with me, man.

She threw it back there, find it!

Wait, wait.

Shit.

I don't get that key in
10 seconds, she's dead meat.

10,

nine,

eight,

seven,

six,

five,

four,

three,

two.

One, one.

What is this, Sesame
Street, for Christ sakes?

I know how to count, one.

All right, nobody
move, nobody gets hurt.

Hey, what the hell's going on in here?

Drop the gun or I blow her away.

You Robbin' this place?

No, I'm taking a survey,
what's it look like?

This is my robbery, I
came in to rob this place.

Fuck off, I got here first.

Move out of the way.

Let me take over.

You're gonna have to kill me first.

Hey man, what are we doing?

We're wasting time.

Look, we both came here
for the same thing, right?

So let's flip a coin.

You win, I walk out that door.

You get to shoot her and take the money.

I win, it's my gig.

Yeah, sure.

Better than us blowing the
shit out of each other.

Yeah, yeah, cool.

You call it.

Tails.

Heads, you lose.

Okay that's great, now you do it.

What's that?

Oops, sorry fella.

Very good Murphy, how long
did it take you to learn that?

Shouldn't you guys be catching
criminals or something?

Jeez.

Yeah, sure.

What the hell kinda bonehead
move was that, can you tell me?

I mean an inch over and you
could've killed the woman.

Or you could've missed

and we would've had a
crazed junkie on our hands.

Maybe I'm missing something here.

I thought I saved a woman's
life, he was gonna kill her.

Yeah, well she's a
mess, she's screaming,

she's sobbing, she's a mental case.

She'll get over it.

Listen, I got a news flash for you,

soldier boy, this woman is
serious about destroying you.

She's hired a sheisty lawyer

and is suing the city
for 10 million bucks.

- For what?
- For what?

She says you threatened to kill her.

In fact, the only thing
she could remember was,

fuck, I don't believe this but she says

you were flipping a
coin for the privilege.

It wasn't police
procedure, I admit that.

But I had to do something
or we'd both be dead.

This may come as a shock to you

but there's a reason
for police procedures.

Now you got lucky but
what you did was reckless.

As of this moment, you're
under suspension pending

the results of a hearing
before a disciplinary board.

I want your gun, your
badge and your ID now.

- Again?
- Again, pal.

Let's do it, hurry up.

Called by many a hero,

Jack Kelly was nonetheless
suspended from the force

for what the department described
as reckless endangerment.

Known as Soldier because
of his former association

with the elite Marine fighting
unit the Snake Eaters,

Kelly was unavailable for comment.

But an eyewitness had this to say.

Well, this wild-eyed
grease ball comes in.

Hello?

Officer Jack Kelly?

Yeah.

Maybe.

What's your address?

And thank you
very much, Mr. Kelly.

We will see you then.

But that ain't so, I was
only joking, you understand?

Trying to swallow that

crummy burger.

Mr. Kelly, I asked you here to discuss

something that means a great deal to us.

George, would you go get Vivian, please?

As I understand it, you're presently

under suspension from
the police department?

Yeah,

but

it's only a technicality.

We're looking for assistance

from someone with your qualifications.

The good ones or the bad ones?

In this case, I think we'd want both.

I'd like you to meet
our daughter, Vivian.

Vivian, this is our friend Mr. Kelly.

That's enough, dear.

I'm not sure what's going on here.

Am I supposed to ignore that
or you gonna tell me about it?

Our daughter was kidnapped last year.

She was working on her
Masters at CMU in Sociology.

Her thesis was to study the
hierarchy of modern tribes,

specifically motorcycle gangs.

So she found a gang to
research and they kidnapped her.

There was this gang
called the Hell's Fury.

They'd planned some outing of some kind,

a club ride and a camping trip.

They invited Vivian.

10 months later, she returned

and she hasn't been the same since.

She was 30 pounds underweight,
malnourished, anemic.

Her mind had been affected,

probably from prolonged
forced drug abuse.

She had a raging case of
gonorrhea and since then,

we've discovered genital herpes.

- How is she now?
- Physically better.

Mentally, it appears
she might never recover.

I mean she was used as a sexual object

for so long that now she automatically

offers herself to any
male who approaches her.

We want you to find these animals.

And when you do, we
want you to destroy them.

No.

I don't do that kinda work.

I believe you do, Mr. Kelly.

You punish the guilty and
that's all we want and that's

something the police haven't
been able to accomplish yet.

All right, let's say I'm
willing to give it a shot.

I'm not even sure I
could find these guys.

There's not much to go on.

We're willing to pay you.

We can talk about that later.

Let me know who's around first.

From your past exploits,
it doesn't seem

to concern you whether you
bring them in dead or alive.

Personally, I prefer dead.

It's up to them if they
want to die, I'll be in touch.

This trance place is right down here.

Hey man, you're gonna
have to be careful

about taking this way out of town, see?

'Cause there's a problem
on the road right there.

Ignore them, Barret.

What kind of problem?

Oh well, it's
a massive ketchup pileup.

And where there's ketchup,

there's a burger not far behind.

Oh my god, look what
they did to the map?

Don't worry little lady,

Cassie here will clean that right up.

Oh my god, Barret, do something.

Check please, check please.

Oh my god, Barret, do something.

Just leave my husband alone.

Calm down, calm down.

This is the way they do things here.

We're not looking for any trouble.

Cowboy.

Fuck off.

Gimme a cold one on tap.

- Barret.
- Ah, come on, guys.

What's fair is fair, I mean
I'd let you fuck my wife.

But I don't want to fuck,
have sex with your wife.

Why, what do you got against my wife?

She ain't done nothing to you.

In fact, she gives pretty good head

on account of the fact she
ain't got no fuckin' teeth.

You pig.

Ooh, was that an insult
or just a lucky guess.

Got a job.

I want to work under your PI license.

There's something in it for you, man.

I just need you to do
some legwork for me.

When we see a dickhead exposing

itself right out in public like this,

it's our duty to protect
our people from it, right?

Glen, you got a rubber?

I never used it.

So you used to be
with the club, right?

Think you still have some contacts?

What do you think you're doing?

Maybe ask around.

Maybe I could.

First I gotta get a workout.

Hey, this one's on me.

Well what is your problem, asshole?

You.

You're an obnoxious scumbag.

Glen, get this guy outta my face.

You wouldn't hit a girl, would ya?

Son of a bitch.

Petey, they're playing our song.

You disgusting piece of crud.

Calm down, dear, let's go.

She's got a bit of a temper.

My brother's ain't gonna
like you kickin' my butt.

Hey, I'll take on your brother

and the rest of your family.

Well, let's get started then.

I forgot to tell you,
my brother's adopted.

So, are you related to Petey here?

Nice kid, has a little
bit of an attitude

problem but he'll
probably grow out of it.

Go ahead Boog, he insulted our family.

Boog?

Apologize to Petey.

Okay Boog, if that's what it takes.

Petey, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry you're such
a dumb piece of shit.

That what you had in mind, big fella?

I don't like you.

Gimme a break, who
wears body armor to a bar?

I like to fight.

Got any suggestions?

- Hit him back.
- Too late.

Lift your boot.

Come on big guy, you wanna race?

Come on, I'll give you a head start.

You know what your problem is, Boog?

Footwork.

Yeah, see it's more like this.

Now I feel better.

Welcome to Cowboy's Private
Investigation Service.

I'll get you that temporary permit.

Be in touch.

May I help you, sir?

Yep, this might do.

It is a beautiful piece, isn't it?

Early Victorian of course
with a marvelous patina.

If you say so, I need a
new workbench for my garage.

Something with a lot of storage space.

I was thinking of putting my
tools in these drawers here

and the paint and stuff
down below there.

This piece is original Victorian, sir.

Do you think this is strong enough

for me to bolt a vice right here

and maybe put a bench grinder over here?

You know what, what
the hell, I'll take it.

I'll give you 50 bucks for it.

I get it, you're Kelly, aren't you?

And you're new, how's a going?

She warned me about you.

- Is Hildy in the back?
- Not anymore.

Why don't you take a coffee break?

Meeting this lug for the first time

can be a little unnerving.

What's this?

Well will you look at that,
McDonald's, circa 1978.

Looks like somebody stuck this

in the dishwasher and
the decals fell off.

Peasant.

You missed me.

Missed does not properly
express the emotion.

How was your trip?

I found a nice 320 blanket chest.

Some fair glassware.

Any new underwear?

If you're lucky, you might find out.

Hey, what do you say I cook
dinner tonight at my place?

What do you say I bring the antacid?

I gotta go, I got a new job.

Doing what?

Some PI work for a family.

Outlaw bikers kidnapped
and raped their daughter.

Oh, that sounds dangerous.

I worry about you.

You just worry about getting yourself

and that new underwear
over to my place tonight.

Okay.

- See ya.
- Bye.

I could get my ass
in a sling over this.

You're under suspension, man.

If Durkee walks by,
you're just visiting.

Just visiting, whatever you say, man.

Hey, we were always close.

You always hated my guts.

It's never too late to change.

Enough with the bullshit.
You know, when I saw the girl,

I never thought we should
close the file on this one.

But hey, I'm an Indian, not
a Chief, so here's the dope.

Vivian Molison contacted a local
bike gang, the Hell's Fury.

She traveled with them on
a weekend to Copper Lake.

On Monday, the bikers
returned without Vivian.

Of course, the Hell's
Fury swear up and down

that she returned safe and
sound, went on her own way.

All we could find out
was that their leader,

a local thug named Guts
Holman was screwing the girl.

What does he have to say about it?

Not too much, he's dead.

Although he probably
doesn't know it yet.

Dumb son of a bitch had
an IQ of about 12.

Murder?

He was killed the day after
they came back from the trip.

His Harley came out second-best

in an argument with a cement truck.

Our only hope for an ID was Vivian

but 10 months later when she turned up

on the side of a road
in Renfield County,

the best we could get out of her

was a bunch of incoherent bullshit.

What the hell was she doing

way the hell out there
in Renfield County?

That's over 100 miles from here.

Rico.

It's for you, don't they know
you don't work here anymore?

Don't worry, I told
Hanley I was only visiting.

Yeah?
- Thank God I found you.

Vivian's missing.

George and I were out back in the garden

and when I went inside
to look for Vivian,

I saw her getting into
a truck out front.

It was a moving van with
a white star on the side.

By the time George got to
the car, it had disappeared.

All right, calm down, Mrs. Molison.

I'll make a pass of all the motels

in the area, we might get lucky.

A moving van with a star on
it can't be that hard to find.

If I don't turn up anything,

we're gonna have to go to the police.

Yeah, bye.

You're welcome.

Who the hell are you?

What do you want?

I've come for the girl.

Now kindly dismount and offer
her your most sincere apology.

Who are you, her boyfriend?

No, I'm a friend of the family's.

I didn't force the girl here.

I just stopped and asked for
directions, this was her idea.

Now if you want to stick around

and give her a lift home,
that's fine with me.

But haul up the door and wait outside.

You don't understand,
this girl has a problem.

I'm touched, now pull
up the door and get

outta here or I'll put your
fucking head through it.

I'm not leaving without the girl.

You're dog meat.

This won't take long, kid.

Would you mind putting
on your underwear first?

You're not exactly my type.

Thank you.

Now listen to me, man.

She's...
- Fuck you.

Are you okay?

Did he hurt you.

No,

he's all right.

Why don't you get dressed?

I'll take you home, I'll
wait for you outside.

Don't you want to fuck me?

No.

I want you to let me take you home.

I thought you might have
gotten a better offer.

That'll never happen, just
a long day at the office.

The ribs okay?

- I don't know how you do it?
- What?

Well, a new job,
running around all day

and you still have time to
prepare my favorite dinner.

You're a catch.

Yeah, I taught Murray
everything he knows about ribs.

I'll put 'em in the oven.

I just lost my appetite.

Cold, very cold.

It's hopeless, the man
claims he misses me

but can't find one lousy zipper.

I'm just having a little
fun at your expense.

Some detective.

I know, but it doesn't come off.

It's a good thing this
wasn't an emergency.

Bingo.

Yeah?

I could have taken a shit

in the time it took you to get here.

Come in.

- You got company?
- Not anymore.

I've been asking around.

One of the Hell's Fury women

wants to split up with her old man.

The way I hear it, she's not into that

greasy Levis, vroom vroom shit anyway.

But it's tough to walk out
on one of these sleazoids.

Especially when his name is Goose.

She's been bad-mouthing him.

You might get something out of her.

Is that it?

You're lucky to have gotten anything.

Oh now, don't get
touchy, I'm just asking.

Her name's Fran Zephredi,
she works at a topless joint.

The Dewdrop down in
Industrial and that's it.

Oh yeah, here's your temp permit.

Good stuff Cowboy, put
yourself on the payroll.

And they said I was unemployable.

You got something cold with a bottle?

Yeah, that's cool.

Five bucks.

Five bucks for a beer?

Entertainment charge.

Oh, how ignorant of me.

You seen Fran around?

I could have.

Hi, how are you doing today, honey?

Not too bad.

I sure liked your dance.

How about
buying the lady a drink?

Yeah, sure.

How about a beer?

I think the lady prefers champagne.

Better yet pal, when
you spot the wine steward,

tell him I want to see the wine list.

In the meantime, how about a beer?

Chuck, a beer will be fine.

Hey, I haven't seen
you around here before.

I'm Jack Kelly, I'm a
friend of Vivian Molison's.

I can't talk about that right now.

Yeah, that's cool.

The love of your life?

Pain in my ass.

Hey, Franny.

Don't you say hello no more?

Hello, Goose.

Hey Clyde, how's a going?

You having a good time slobbering
all over Franny's tits?

I think he means that as a compliment.

Okay Clyde, your time's up.

Give somebody else a chance

to score with old Franny rotten crotch.

You better take off.

I just want to ask you
a few more questions.

Hey Goose,

did you get that name by sticking

your thumb up your ass
or somebody else's?

Hey man, Goose doesn't
have a sense of humor.

He should, he's pretty
damn funny looking.

Funny?

Funny when I pull out your
eye and skull-fuck you.

And he's clever, witty
and charming too.

Now are you gonna fuck off

or am I gonna have to dance
all over that head of yours?

The only thing you're
gonna do is die and like it.

I guess that means you're
not gonna fuck off, huh?

So let's step outside
and get this over with.

All right, asshole, follow me.

Hey Kelly, you got some
kind of a death wish?

Don't worry, this'll
only take a minute.

Nice, it's reserved parking, huh?

Yeah well you know,
us bros got privileges

and it's gonna be my privilege
to rip your head off.

But you're lucky because
I gotta take a leak.

My kidneys ain't worth a damn.

Goose, I don't think I could

stand here and watch you take a piss.

I'll wait for you around the corner.

Hey,

hero, if you try to run,

I might decide to hurt you real bad.

Look, I'll be right back, okay?

Just call out when you're done.

Ah shit, cocksucker.

That's mister cocksucker to you.

Whoa whoa, wait a minute,

you said we were gonna
have a fair fight.

You've never had a fair
fight in your life, Goose.

Come to think of it, neither have I.

My bike, what are you, fuckin' crazy?

You're dead meat.
- Hey.

I've got the gun, remember?

What's your problem?

Franny ain't worth all this.

If she means that much to you,

why don't you go in there and get laid?

Man, what are you, fuckin' crazy?

This isn't about Fran.

I want to know about Vivian Molison.

Man, I've never heard of her.

Goddammit.

You shot me.

Of course I shot you.

You're an offensive asshole
and you're lying to me.

Your memory get any better yet?

All right, all right, I
remember Vivian Molison.

Guts was humping her, nothing
serious man, that's it.

You'd sound awful
good singing soprano.

I think maybe you oughta try real hard

to remember the answer to
my next question which is

why did Vivian Molison show up

a vegetable 10 months after Guts died?

Huh?

All right man, he sold the bitch.

Sold her, sold her to who?

It was on the road, he sold her

to a gang of bikers
just passing through.

I swear man, I never saw 'em before.

He sold her?

Sold her.

Wait, whoa, whoa, hey, hey.

Ain't you gonna give me
a ride to the hospital?

Jesus Christ.

Come on Goose, you're
a Hell's Fury, remember?

You guys are supposed to be tough, huh?

You ride big motorcycles, you
beat and humiliate your women

and you were gonna kick the
shit out of me, remember?

So show a little dignity, stop whining.

I could've shot you in the balls.

You're alive, what happened to Goose?

He fell off his motorcycle.

Those things are
dangerous, you know that?

So I hear.

Look, Goose is gonna be lookin'

for somebody to blame this on, okay?

I think it might be a good idea

if you stayed low for a couple of days.

You've gotta be joking.

First of all, if I leave
this place, I'll get fired

and second, he knows where I live.

So I think I'll just stick it out.

Hey Fran, my girlfriend
has an apartment.

There's plenty of room.
- Look.

I've been living like a retarded

junior high schooler for eight years.

Now I'm finally trying
to get my life together.

Please keep me out of this.

I'm afraid you're already in this.

So what really happened to Goose?

I ran over his motorcycle.

And?

And I shot him in the foot.

Wait for me, I'll be
dressed in five minutes.

This is gonna be
great, just like sisters.

Kelly, may I speak with
you in the kitchen, please?

Now what do you think you're doing?

What happened to "I never
bring my work home."

Hildy, the poor girl's
looking for a fresh start.

Now her life's in jeopardy
and it's my fault.

That I don't doubt.

It's just for a couple of days.

Kelly.

I was feeling, you know, sexy tonight.

Yeah?

Obviously this is a
problem, just take me home.

Wait, Hildy hasn't said no yet.

No, I just had to realize that Kelly

has decided on celibacy as a lifestyle.

She's weakening.

It's only for a few days.

We'll find Fran a new job
and a new place to work.

Yeah, in the meantime,

what am I supposed to do about money?

Well you can clean
while Hildy's at work

and it pays 40 bucks
a day, room and board.

Soldier?

Don't worry, I'm springing for it.

Is he like this often?

Too often.

Yeah?

Yeah, hold on.

Hey Turk, long distance for you.

- Fuck it.
- He says it's important.

Cocksucker.

Yeah?

You waking me up for this?

The girl's a veggie and I know

you ain't gonna put the make on me.

What's the big fuckin' deal?

This guy don't have shit on us.

Watch that, that's cold.

That's good.

Hey yo, why don't you stay

and hang out the rest of the afternoon?

I mean your guy can watch the store.

Give me one good reason.

Here's one.

Yeah, that's one.

How about one more?

Number two, comin' up.

Oh Kelly, you are so naughty.

Go away Goose, I'll call the cops.

Hey come on,
I just want to talk.

I got nothin' to say.

I got no problem with you, Franny.

We had some real good times together

and I don't like this
shit, you hiding out.

So what do you want?

I just want to talk.

You used to be my old
lady and I miss you.

Come on baby, open the door.

There's no way I'm
opening the door, Goose.

No problem, I'll just let myself in.

On second thought baby, I didn't
feel like talking anymore.

Well, you certainly know how

to convince a girl to play hooky.

And this is only the
seventh inning stretch.

Hello, Kelly's ballpark.

No, I don't want her
involved, this is my problem.

What is it?

Something's come up.

You stay here, I'll call you later.

I'm sorry Fran, you never had a chance.

You don't have to be a mind-reader

to figure out who did this.

Come on Soldier, gimme a
break, who should I arrest?

You can start with a
fat slob named Goose.

What should I arrest him for?

For being a slob?
- Murder.

Come on Durkee, this guy's no angel.

You could find enough on
him to at least call him in.

You get him quick enough,

he still might have
powder traces on him.

Soldier, don't tell
me how to do my job.

Homicide will conduct a
thorough investigation.

If your man Goose is the
perp, we'll find out about it.

Just like you found out who turned

Vivian Molison into a vegetable, right?

Hey Soldier,
don't let me catch you

and Roy Rogers playing
Sherlock Holmes on this case.

Durkee, do you have a
problem with Roy Rogers?

It's just an expression.

An expression for what?

You know, an expression for a cowboy.

Oh, so you're talkin' about me.

Hey, get this Cowboy outta my face.

What are you so uptight about?

It's only an expression, I
mean what's with this guy?

It's cool, you lame piece of shit.

What?

It's just an expression.

Goose sure didn't waste any
time finalizing his divorce.

That's one mean dude, someone
should take that sucker out.

Maybe it's payback time.

You know where he lives?

Yep.

Goddammit.

Howdy, partner.

What do you want, Cowboy?

Hey, I was in the neighborhood.

Thought you might like
to toss back a few.

Yeah, well I hear you're into

that private investigative shit now.

Yeah well, I miss the boys.

I've been thinking of saddling
up hog and riding again.

Besides, it don't make a lot of sense

to be trackin' down runaways
when you can't be screwin"em.

Ain't that the truth, bro, come on in.

So I tell this faggot peach fuzzer

I ain't paying for no gas.

In fact, you owe me money,
you ungrateful shit.

He says "What do I owe you for?"

Hell, I take the grease gun and tell

the fucker he's gonna get a
lube top, Hell's Fury style.

I'll bet his ass was shaking

like a dog shitting peach pits.

Yeah, his ass was shaking all right.

For a little shit, you can
sure put it away, Cowboy.

Yeah, well I was wondering
where you're puttin' it all.

It's a funny thing,
when I was at the hospital

gettin' my foot fixed, I told
'em about my pissing trouble.

They gave me these here pills.

I hardly even have to go at all.

Go ahead, take a piss if you want.

No, I don't have to go,
you go ahead, partner.

How about doing some shots?

Yeah sure, sounds great.

I'll get the tequila.

But first, I gotta take a piss.

More than one way to cook a Goose.

One more minute, I'd a been gargling.

Let's check him out.
I already did.

You must've raised the water

table around here at least a foot.

Hey hold on, Goose had a cellular.

Here's a number.

Let's see who he's been
shootin' the shit with.

Look Hil, I didn't think
it was gonna come to this.

But these guys have raised
the ante, it could get rough.

I don't know if I can go on with you

getting constantly mixed up
in this kind of violence.

Yeah?

Gotcha.

What is it?

Oh, just some company.

Someone's coming up?

No, we're going down, take
a look, what do you see?

Shit.

There's two bikers and
one just waved at me.

Okay Hil, we gotta get
outta here, all right?

I'm staying here, okay?

You go do whatever it is you have to do.

Just leave me out of it.

I have had enough of your
cops and robbers bullshit.

Hil, I can't leave you out of it.

Why don't we just call the police?

And what would they do?

Get us outta here alive, that's what.

Maybe but they can't arrest

these guys 'cause they haven't
done anything yet, okay?

Soon as the cops leave,
they'll be back again.

Kelly, can I ask you a question

before I do whatever it
is you suggest I do next?

Yes.

Why do I listen to you?

Why do I get the feeling

that's gonna change after tonight?

What's next, honey,
I'm scared to death.

Don't worry, you'll forget

about it when things start to happen.

- How comforting.
- Just stay behind me.

- Okay, yeah.
- And no matter what happens

or what I do, don't touch or grab me.

"Why don't you come

"stay with me for a couple of days?

"You'll be safe."

Hold it right there, boys.

You packin', hand 'em over.

Hey man, we don't got a beef with you.

We were just helping a friend.

Can I kill 'em?

Let 'em go.

Shit, you had all the fun.

You boys are just lucky

my partner's got a soft
spot for grease balls.

Whoa, what do you know?

I better work on this here hair trigger,

it's a might touchy.

Now you boys better skedaddle outta here

before it goes off again and
blows your fuckin' balls off.

He tried to kill me,
he tried to kill me.

Nailed the number two Hell's
Fury, they call him Frog.

Yeah, well it looks like
the Frog just croaked.

It's a gut shot, Soldier,
time's a might low.

You got a name?

Sam, Sam Credley.

You just got shot in the
stomach with a 45, Sam.

You're gonna die, you
know that, don't you?

Oh man.

- Does it hurt?
- Yeah.

It's bad, real bad.

Well I'm sure as
hell happy about that.

- Where to, hoss?
- Hildy's.

You mean to tell me they
found two bikers dead

on my sidewalk, the sidewalk
in front of my building?

Yeah, two Hell's Fury bikers
not to mention your man Goose

who they found fried in his
bathroom a couple days ago.

Yeah, I read about that.

A real tragedy.

You know Kelly,

you expect me to believe
with all this shit going down

outside your front door that
you know dick about it, huh?

Oh wait a sec, come to think
of it, I did hear something.

It sounded like the sound
of a truck backfiring.

Two guys get gunned down

and you think you hear
a truck backfiring?

What can I say, Durkee?

It was a big truck.

Hey, don't fuck with
me man, I'm in no mood.

So who were they?

Walter Gribbit and Sam Credley.

Doesn't ring a bell,
wait a minute, Gribbit?

Gribbit?
Yeah, you know the guy?

No, it kinda sounds like

the name of a frog though, don't it?

These bikers are real clever.

Very funny, people are dying,

I'm trying to find out why
and you're dickin' me around!

Durkee, an innocent college girl

was kidnapped and then
raped by a gang of bikers.

A woman minding her own
business is murdered

by another one and you're
worried about a biker war?

Gimme a break.
Wait a minute, Kelly.

It makes me proud to be a cop.

Relax, hoss.

I checked out Goose's cellular.

It seems like he's not
the real chatty type.

He only made six calls last week.

Three of those were to a pizza place

which if I don't miss
my guess is a drug drop.

Two to Franny in the Dewdrop

but one stands out like a horse's dick.

The day after you popped
that slob in the ankle,

he called Crestridge
120 miles north of here.

That's in Renfield County,

that's where the Molison girl turned up.

That's right, the phone's

a cellular registered
to a guy name McCready.

And of course you
checked out the number.

Well of course, when
I asked him if he knew

a man named Goose, he was
one tough hombre that told me

to talk the phone and stick
it where the sun don't shine.

Let's pay him a visit.

I thought you'd want to.

Let's stop at my
place and pick up a few things.

Mr. Kelly, thank God.

I've been calling you for two hours

and then I didn't know what
to do, so I just came here.

- What happened?
- Vivian's gone.

We didn't see her leave,
she just disappeared.

Okay, don't panic yet.

She still may be wandering
around somewhere.

But you better call the cops.

The last time, we were looking
for a distinctive truck.

This time, we can use
all the help we can get.

Mr. Kelly, I don't
want to lose her again.

Call the police, ask
for Sergeant Gomez.

He owes me one.

Tell him to check all the motels

and hotels in your area first, okay?

Don't worry, we'll find her.

Yep, I'd say in
a pretty town like this,

outlaw bikers oughta stand
out like a Great Dane's balls.

As a God-fearing family
man, I feel sick to my stomach

when I hear about these
animals ruining people's lives.

I will do anything in my power to help.

You have any idea why Goose
may have called your number?

No, not really.

It could've been a wrong number.

Mr. Kelly, I have 12 sales agents

and each one of them has a
cellular registered to my name.

Now, I haven't a clue why this man Goose

might be calling one of my men.

But still, if one of my
people cursed you out,

I want to hear about it.

We don't put up with that
sort of thing around here.

Maybe one of your
fancy phones was stolen.

No.

Got any bikers hanging around here?

One or two pass through but

this town don't put up with those types.

They soon move on, they don't stay long.

Well we really appreciate
your time, Mr. McCready.

It's gettin' late, so I think
we're gonna stick around.

We'll get to you in the morning.

Good idea, you boys
got a place to stay?

No.

Well, this isn't exactly a
hub of commerce or tourism.

Your best bet would be
the Crestview Court,

straight through town,
you can't miss it.

It's clean and it's got color TV.

I'm glad you're feeling better, Hild.

Hey don't worry, it was self-defense.

Sure, I'll check in with
Durkee when I get back.

Oh that, it's some people
next door watching a game show.

At least they could be having

wild sex or something
worth listening to.

Look, we'll be wrapping up

our business here in the morning.

Don't worry,

I'm always careful.

I love you,

bye.

I ain't gonna listen
to this crap all night.

Shut the damn thing off, I
can't take this shit no more.

Hey, what's your problem, man?

The TV, lower it or you're gonna

be watching it from
inside the tube, partner.

Sorry man, I
didn't know it was so loud.

These walls are pretty thin.
Yeah.

I'll remember that when I blow my nose.

I don't think I'm gonna
catch any Z's at this place.

Try to relax, Cowboy, think
of something that'll calm you.

Like kicking the shit out of Hulk Hogan.

Who the hell is Hulk Hogan?

Hey, this loud enough for you?

Hey, we're leaving now.

Now that's more like it.

Cowboy.

I hear 'em.

I think they're
planning the next move.

I'll check out back.

The back's covered, we got
at least one automatic.

I can't find my stuff,
you seen my boots?

These boys are serious, hoss.
Yes.

You got a plan?

Let's see how thin this wall
really is, keep 'em honest.

You must be a couple of
crispy mother fuckers by now.

You got a problem?

No, no, you look great.

Listen, we gotta keep moving.

This whole place is gonna go up.

Let's make a door.

I guess they're leaving
but look who threw the party.

What do you want?

This is a hell of a way to go visiting.

We came by to thank you

for your little visit
to our motel tonight.

Oh well, it's not what you think.

You see this gun in my hand.

You're lucky I'm holding it

because my partner's really pissed off.

See, he doesn't like his new clothes

and his boots just got dirty.

So maybe I'll just give the gun to him.

No, don't shoot me.

What do you want?

We want to know why
you tried to kill us.

I didn't, I was just passing by.

I stopped to watch.

I didn't know those guys were...

You know what, we're gonna

make this look like a
thrill killing, huh?

Yeah.

Like a psycho did it.

I told you boys,

I didn't know those guys
were coming after you.

- Then why'd you run?
- I was scared.

Well McCready, this
kind of thing is always so

messy.

All right, all right.

They were just supposed
to scare you off.

They weren't supposed to go that far.

They said you would ask questions.

Your man Goose phoned
their leader, Turk.

He uses one of my cellular numbers.

So what's your connection?

They work for me,
they're doing odd jobs.

Odd jobs, like what,

like a little muscle to help
close a real estate deal?

Maybe get some better
prices on some properties?

Yes, yeah, something like that.

Where's Turk now?

At the club 15 miles north of here

off the Swamp Road.

Thanks.

I think we oughta whack
that sucker for real.

Nah.

Probably a lot of people'd thank us.

You're a real humanitarian, Cowboy.

How long you gonna hold on to her?

As long as I feel like it.

Then what,
are you gonna kill her?

She's already dead.

She just spreads 'em wide
and I go for the ride.

Better than a
fuckin' roller coaster, eh?

Go fuckin' get her!

Shit, that's the Molison girl.

Those bastards have taken her again.

We've gotta get her out.

My count, there's 10 bikes.

There's only the two of us.

That place looks harder
to crack than the Alamo.

What's wrong, skinny mama?

You're not happy here
with old Turk anymore?

That holiday you spent
at home sorta spoiled ya.

Well we'll soon fix that.

I got me an idea.

What are you gonna do,
steal a rocket launcher?

You'll see.

While you're busy, I'll do
my best to cut down the odds.

Here, hold this.

What are you up to, one
of your old jungle tricks?

A little something the Vietcong

used to do to our guys in 'Nam.

Let's roll.

Have fun, partner.

Dixon, go ahead and call Cready.

Find out what the word is on the fire.

Maybe we got spotted.

I'd like to have seen the look

on those boys faces when them
bottles started flying in.

It's too bad they nailed
old Ox though, poor fuck.

He was walking in there
like a welcoming committee.

The dumb fuck was asking for it.

Yeah, but you hate to
see it when a bro gets it.

Well where we planted him

out back, he's got plenty of company.

So where the hell is Dixon?

What, is he screwing around?

No, he's dead.

Hey asshole.

Come and get it.

Who the hell is that?

Come on, you scumbag.

Let's finish what you
started last night.

That's fuckin' impossible.

Get that turd, bring him in here!

Button everything up.

Get the guns.

Cowboy, now I know why
I pay you the big bucks.

Let's do it, partner, I'll drive.

I was gonna suggest that,
seeing as I'm the better shot.

Woo ha!

Here they come, blow the fuckers away.

Kill the fuckers.

They're still coming.

They're fuckin' crazy.

Bad day to go hunting.

So long, asshole.

We got problems,
dynamite, it's gonna blow.

Get the truck, now.

Would $5,000 suffice, Mr. Kelly?

No.

But a bag of those
tomatoes should cover it.

That's very generous of you, Mr.
Kelly.

How is your associate?

Oh Cowboy, yeah, he's
really ticked off.

He's not fond of getting shot.

The transformation
in Vivian is amazing.

We can't thank you enough.

Mr. Kelly.

I'm sorry you hurt your arm.

You should've seen the other guy.

Thank you.

How'd we do, hoss?

Here's your share, partner.

Well, where are we off to now?

Why don't we go over

and raise Lieutenant
Durkee's blood pressure?