Look here... - You heard of him now? - What are you talking about? - I'll look around for a while. - I don't give a shit what you do. Good. I've never seen so many backward-ass country fucks in my life. You look like regulars. I'm looking for Billy Bear. This is our place, nigger. You're a big, tough, country faggot. Are you out of your mind? Get up against that pole. Do you think I'm playing a goddamn game? This is a police matter. I'm looking for an Indian named Billy Bear. I know everybody in here wants to cooperate with me. That's not even necessary. I've got the situation in hand. Some of us citizens are behind you all the way, officer. - What's you problem? - I'm on parole. Sit your country ass down. Listen up. I don't like white people. I hate rednecks. You people are rednecks. I'm enjoying this shit. - You're loaded here. - Tax refund. Bullshit! You're too stupid to have a job. You don't like that? You hate that shit, right? - What kind of cop are you? - I'm your worst nightmare. I'm a nigger with a badge. I can kick your ass whenever I like. One of them was underage, another attacked a police officer. You're going out of business. Let's see what we can fuck with next. Okay, listen... The Indian hangs out with a chick up the block. Chinatown. She lives on top of the jewellery store. - I didn't ask about the girl. - You'll have to settle for that. That's all I know. Look, hoss, you start running a respectable business - - And I won't have to come in here and hassle you every night. The rest of you cowboys should know that there's a new sheriff in town. His name is Reggie Hammond. You all be cool. - How's it going? - You've got something for me. - What are you talking about? - The gun you took off the redneck. - You saw that? - Yeah. - There you go. - And the switchblade. You don't miss anything, Jack. It was real smooth how I took it. You owe me a piece of ass. Give me the gun, we'll call it even. You did a good job, Reggie. You deserve a reward. Here. - Fucking bastard. - That I am. Hey! Let's go get us an Indian down the alley. I don't think anybody's home. Let's check around back. I hope we have as much fun as we had in that hillbilly bar. Did you see the way I handled those boys? Why don't you get a megaphone and announce we're coming? - What the hell are they watching? - I don't know. tv has changed. Get this. That must be Billy's girlfriend. - Police, nobody move. - Stay where you are. - Drop it, or he gets another one. - This girl thinks she's Babe Ruth. - Police. Put the goddamn gun down. - Don't give me that police shit. Look, don't shoot. I'm just going to reach for my badge. - I've seen fake badges before. - Hey, sweetheart... Listen up. This guy's one nervous cop. Shut up! I'm the calm type. I know you don't want me to shoot you. Just hand me over the gun. - You assholes better be real. - Hey, let's see your badge. - I don't have a badge. - Call the cops. Put that phone down. You're both going to answer some questions. All right... which one of you sees Billy Bear? The son of a bitch isn't here and he's not coming back. - You can do better than that. - He hasn't been here for two weeks. It sounds like a stormy romance. Yeah, I went a couple of laps around the track with him. Wait, I've been in prison for three years. Maybe these ladies would like to go around the track with us. - Fuck off. - Come on. If you find Billy, tell him to stay out of my life. Let's go. This sucks! A maniac gets hold of my gun and starts killing people with it. I ought to be at home in bed with my girl. - - Not out on the streets with a charcoal-coloured loser. Just leave. I can take care of Ganz by myself. You can't take care of shit. You've been dicking me around since we started. - You've given me nothing. - I'm impressed with you, too. Kicking in the door on a couple of dikes. Either ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Не бойся, я с тобой! на английском - текст Человек из ресторана на английском - текст Приключения домовёнка на английском - текст Покаяние на английском - текст Кин-Дза-Дза на английском |