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Either of your own volition

or with a gun in your back.

Well,

in that case,

let's go.

Your coffee's sh*t.

Before you know it, Gwenny,

everything's going

to be back to normal.

Nobody f***ing move.

You just crossed

one big line, Gwenny.

This don't make no sense.

You calling me Gwenny is what

don't make no sense, old man.

Next time you boys disturb me,

I'll cut off your d*cks and

stuff them down your dead throats.

Let her go.

F***.

Sh*t is

seriously f***ed up.

We'll find a place and

we'll talk this through.

Good?

All right. It'll be fine.

Yeah, yeah.

Just hold that. Hold that.

So, Flamingo.

Gwen.

You're telling me

that you have no idea

what happened to your hand?

No.

And me?

- The plan?

- No.

Bowling alley? Sailing

across the ocean? Nothing?

Nothing.

But you do remember that Cyrus

killed your boyfriend, Aster, right?

Yeah.

You are a real

mind-bender, girly.

Must be why I like you so much.

Well, don't worry

about it because this time,

we're going to figure out an

even better plan to kill Cyrus.

This time?

- Yeah.

- We tried to kill Cyrus?

Yeah, Flamingo.

What do you think the plan is?

That's what we were trying to do when

you accidentally shot that waitress.

Okay. I don't know exactly what

our relationship was before,

but I'm not a killer.

I don't kill people.

You're joking, right?

I think you're on your own.

No. No, no, no.

We made a pact.

I'm not backing down

from what we set out to do.

Cyrus killed the love of

your life in cold blood

and now he's

coming to kill you, too.

And if I just leave you,

in your current condition,

you'll be dead by tomorrow.

- What about the police?

- You're a wanted felon,

Flamingo.

So, I'm just

supposed to trust you.

Okay, Flamingo,

I know this is probably the last thing

in the world that you want to hear,

but I'm just going to say it, so

please, pay attention and look at me.

I am all you've got.

Why are you helping me?

We're helping each other.

You and me!

You know, it's a real shame you're rocking

this whole memory-lapse thing because

we had some pretty sweet team-building

experiences in the past little bit.

So, um...

Do we have a deal or what?

- Yeah.

- Yeah!

That's what I'm

talking about, Flamingo.

Bringing

the band back together.

You and me, reunion tour,

fireworks,

and unicorn stallions.

I'm not killing anyone.

Oh, that's okay.

I'm an excellent killer.

I'll take care of that.

That's not a problem at all.

Okay, okay, okay.

First things first,

we need some guns and intel,

which, as newly appointed

leader, I will take care of.

Tomorrow, we are going to go

visit my good friend Lemmy.

Girly,

you'd better get some sleep because

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