Harley Davidson and the Marlboro Man Page #3

be fair and be cool.

Wrestle!

Come on, Jack! Come on, Jack!

Come on, Jack! Come on, Jack!

Jack, come on! Come on! Come on, Jack!

Come on, Jack! Come on, Jack!

Jack, what are you doing?!

Jack! What?! Jack!

God damn it!

God damn it, Harley,

what are you doing back here?

I missed all you guys.

I'm gonna kill you, Harley.

- Told ya.

- Get ready.

Hey, look, Jack,

I don't want to fight with you.

- We're friends.

- Was friends.

- Can't we talk this out?

- Not a chance.

Talk's cheap. And I'm not buying any.

Oh. Hey, Jimmy.

You wanna help me out here a little?

It's your world, homes.

I'm just living in it.

Hurry up, Harley.

It's gonna be bloody, but quick.

You hold on.

How much do you think we can get

for this jacket?

What'd he say?

Vaya con Dios, amigo.

- What's that mean?

- "Go with God."

Hey, now, Jack,

you know the last time we did this,

I kicked your ass, Jack.

Well, that was in high school, Harley.

And Jack had a broken arm.

Yeah, well, I'm the one that did it.

You remember, Jack?

God damn it.

He was doing pretty good up to there.

Oh...

Ow! Ooh! Ooh!

- Ow!

- I can't watch this.

Uh-oh, he's f***ed.

I'm gonna kill you, Harley!

I just picked the wrong flower.

I'd kill for you, Harley.

How could you do that to me?

Hey, I've always been bad company

with a good-looking woman in the room.

Stay away from her, Harley.

I love her.

We're married.

It's always only been you, Jack.

She loves you.

She does, huh?

- Just you.

- Never you?

Ah, no. Just you.

Sorry, buddy.

Sorry.

Should've never let you

in the door, Harley.

Yeah, thanks, man.

Never. Never.

- Never.

- Sorry.

God damn it, Jack!

I mean, you're my brother-in-law,

and I love you,

but that don't get back

the couple of grand we lost tonight.

The deal is you lose,

and don't tear his f***ing arm off.

The old man and I have enough problems.

We're just trying to make as much money

as we can before we lose this place.

What do you mean "lose this place"?

You ain't gonna lose this place.

It's a landmark.

Don't mean sh*t, homes.

If money talks and bullshit walks,

we walking.

And it ain't gonna be

down easy street either.

What's the story, old man?

In '56, I leased this property

when nobody wanted to be seen

on this side of the hill.

And in '66...

I renewed my lease on my own terms.

350 a month for 30 years.

In 21 days, those 30 years have run out.

And now with the whole world

flying into Burbank,

they're trying to strong-arm us

for $2.5 million

for a five-year lease.

They're gonna put up another skyscraper.

Who's trying to strong-arm you?

The bank.

What bank?

Great Trust.

Oh, the suits?

Mm-hmm.

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