Live or Die in La Honda Page #2

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Yeah.

Blake Baker, how you doing?

A lot better now that

I'm finished with work.

Hey, I'm looking

for a friend of mine.

Oh yeah, who?

Chances are I might know

him if he lives around here.

Yeah, Ryan Taylor.

The less I know about

where that douchebag is

and who he's with, the better.

That's kind of funny because

I heard that you two guys

are into something together.

Oh yeah, you heard that?

I don't know nothing about that.

Ah, I'm just,

getting this impression

that you're bullshitting me.

I don't give a sh*t

what impression you get.

Now if you'll excuse me,

I'd like to finish

my beer in peace.

Actually, I do mind, Coop.

So what if you do?

Get the f*** out of my face!

Oh f***!

We don't want any of that

in here.

Let him go,

or I'll call the cops.

Go ahead, call them.

Do you feel that?

I could tear your shoulder

right out of its f***ing socket.

Do you feel it?

Now talk to me.

Alright, sh*t!

The last time I saw Ryan he

was talking out of his ass

about making a move

to the big time.

OK, so what did you say,

Coops?

It's taken me a long time

to turn my life around.

I don't want to book a

ticket back to San Quentin

because of that f*** stick.

Who's his supplier?

I doubt he even exists.

Who would trust him to run

a major drug operation?

I wouldn't trust Ryan

to tie his f***ing shoe.

Hey, uh,

the beers are on me.

You're the first dead

man to buy me a beer.

Motherf***er!

[Rita] Joe, it's Rita.

I'm gonna keep an eye on

your new friend for a while.

Keep you posted.

[Jack] Did you ever

see an elk f*** a priest?

[Lucas] Not today.

(Jack and Lucas laughing)

You guys

the welcoming committee?

Yeah, I'm the mayor.

I'm the governor.

And I'm in need

of another drink.

How often does a man like me

Meet up with a woman

like you

How often does a man like me

May I have another

delicious alcoholic beverage?

Yeah, sure thing, Lucas,

just give me a minute.

I just wanna know

How often does a man like me

stay gone

I'll have

the bartender's choice.

On a old rotten law

I bust them up just

like a one eyed dog

With nothing but holes left

In my last pair of shoes

You walked right up

You took away all my blues

And you ask me

do I wanna know

How often does like a

man like me stay gone

You came.

I did.

How often does a man like me

Meet up with a woman

like you

How often does a man like me

- Ooh-rah.

- Ooh-rah.

Jesus.

(Lucas clearing throat)

Just a minute, Lucas.

- Ooh-rah.

- Ooh-rah.

(country music

playing on radio)

Hey, this bar

is a historical landmark.

Take those shoes off,

or get the f*** out.

[Blake] I see you

haven't lost your charm.

Well, these douchebags

from over the hill,

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