Road House 2: Last Call

Maybe I didn't make myself clear.

I'm not selling. Tell your boss.

Did you get all that?

Last call!

Black Pelican. Yeah.

Boss!

You got a phone call.

Thank you. Hello.

Nate, I don't know if you know this,

but we got a big problem here.

What are we talking about?

Some of the boys working for you

might not be as loyal as you think.

Who are we talking about?

I'll tell you everything,

but not on the phone.

Meet me at the Drift-In Pier

in 30 minutes.

- What's up?

- Hey.

Ladies.

Are you dealing?

- DEA!

- Stay where you are.

- Hands where I can see them!

- Let me see your hands.

Let's go. All right, up, let's go.

- Haul them out of here.

- Come here.

I got this one.

You know, I kind of like this gig.

Kind of turns me on.

I think you should take off

these cuffs.

If I take off these cuffs...

...how do I know

you're not gonna run?

You should think about this

for a second career.

- You're pretty good at it.

- Why, thank you.

You know, I'd love to stay and play...

...but I got a job to do.

Shane, where are you going?

You really think all this

cloak-and-dagger stuff is necessary?

- I should've known.

- It's your last chance.

Sell, or I'll gladly kill you right now.

Go to hell.

You still can't win an honest fight.

Honest fight?

There ain't no such thing.

I promised you that I was

gonna take everything you had...

...when you kicked me out.

So you could deal your filthy drugs.

Crawling on the ground

and you're still on your high horse.

Standing there with a gun

like a tough guy...

...you're still a pathetic punk.

Later, Nate.

It sucked knowing you.

Somebody send for my Feds.

Tanner.

Sh*t.

I put you undercover

for four months...

...and all you give me

is Freddie f***ing Rogers?

Where's the big one

you keep promising me?

Hold on. Yeah?

- Shane Tanner?

- Yes.

This is Deputy Garland Hendricks

of Tyree Parish Sheriff's Department.

- Are you Nate Tanner's next of kin?

- Yeah, he's my uncle.

Well, I sure am sorry

to have to tell you this...

...but we found him earlier

this evening in pretty bad shape.

- What happened?

- Well...

... looks like somebody

beat the hell out of him.

- What hospital?

- Shumpert.

Down here in Tyree, Louisiana.

- Where are you going, Tanner?

- I got a lead on that big one.

- What do you got?

- Can't say just yet?

If you don't tell me, you can't go.

Well, then consider me

on temporary leave.

- Shane, where are you going?

- Louisiana.

What's in Louisiana?

My uncle's in the hospital.

I gotta get down there.

- I'll come with you.

- No, I'll be fine.

- Want me to take you to the airport?

- I don't fly. Too dangerous.

Don't tell that prick where I'm going.

When you question Freddie...

...see if he knows anything

about my father's death.

- Think he had something to do with it?

- No, but always ask.

Hey, Luthor.

I'm sorry to hear about Nate.

It's a shame.

My attorney will be by in a couple

of days with some paperwork.

I'm sure Nate's ready to sell by now.

Sure thing, Bill.

- Nice boots, dude.

- How'd you like them up your ass?

Stupid whore!

Hey, Nate made it clear Bill and those

a**holes aren't supposed to be in here.

Look what happened to him.

Well, Nate's still the boss.

- What do you want?

- Thought you could use a hand.

I'm fine.

- Here, let me help.

- Hey!

Just wanna help.

Could you hand me

one of those lug nuts?

Thanks.

Another one.

Hey, knight in shining armour...

...am I supposed to know you

from somewhere?

I don't think so.

I don't live around here.

Yeah, no kidding.

Look out!

A**hole!

- Who was that?

- You don't wanna know.

Well...

...I'm done.

Get to a gas station.

The tire's a little low,

it needs air, all right?

- Where are you headed?

- Shumpert Hospital.

If you take this road

as far as it goes...

...then take up the old cemetery...

- I know.

I thought you said

you weren't from around here.

I used to be.

- So the boss is happy?

- Oh, yes. I'm very happy.

- I meant Mr. Crost.

- Mr. Crost is an overseer.

This is my parish.

An overseer, huh? That's why

he gets 80 percent and you get 20.

Not for long.

Now, get out of my face,

you're pissing me off.

This is for Ducky and his brothers,

tonight at last call.

Don't bother me with the details.

You must be Nate's nephew.

I'm Deputy Hendricks.

I spoke to you on the phone.

Shane Tanner.

- So how is he doing?

- The doctor said he's stabilized.

- They're gonna move him out of IC.

- Well, that's good.

That's... That's real good.

- You guys find who did it yet?

- Well, we're looking into it.

I figure it's just a case

of wrong place, wrong time.

Wrong place, wrong time, huh?

Yeah, that's...

That's what I figure.

That happen a lot around here?

Wrong place, wrong time?

Look, son, you're upset,

I understand that.

But you shouldn't have come

all the way down here.

There's nothing you can do.

Is that right?

Someone's gotta run the Pelican

until my uncle's back on his feet.

And if you guys ain't gonna

find out who did it, I will.

All right, punch it now.

Hit it hard.

Come on. Hit it again.

Hands up. Get your hands up, Shane.

Punch him.

Step back, step back. Side kick.

There you go. Hit that bag.

Come on, hit that bag hard, boy.

Come on.

I believe in you, boy. Come on.

Hey.

Hey.

You must be hungry, huh? Yeah?

Okay, K.P., that's it for tonight.

Let's wind it up, okay?

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