Road House 2: Last Call Page #2

Last call! Last call for alcohol!

Hey!

You look familiar.

Do I know you?

Yeah, I run this joint now.

No sh*t. You're Nate's nephew.

I heard all about you.

- You're Dalton's kid, right?

- Yes.

- You as tough as your daddy was?

- Opinions vary.

Don't you know who the f*** I am?

F***ing name is Mr. Marcus.

Stepping on my shoe,

are you crazy?

Name is Mr. Marcus, you understand?

Repeat it, "Mr. F***ing Marcus."

That's Marcus Reynolds.

He's bad news.

Just for that, wash my f***ing car

and pay my tab, b*tch.

Repeat after me. What's my name?

- Marcus.

- What? What?

Mr. Marcus.

You boys having fun?

Hold my glasses.

Who the hell are you?

Stick your pretty ass

somewhere else.

I'm afraid I can't do that.

Yeah, he can't do that.

Let me show him what he can do.

Let's get these guys out of here.

Keep this sh*t out of my club.

Holy sh*t. You're Dalton's kid.

Heard all about you.

Thought you'd be bigger.

So, what happened in there?

You talk to the cops yet?

Yeah, this deputy said

it was some random thing.

Random my ass.

Wild Bill's been making runs

at buying this place for a while now.

Every time I ask Nate about it,

he just clams up.

I don't think those two

like each other very much.

- Who's this Wild Bill?

- He's an ex-cooler.

He used to work for your uncle.

He is one big, bad dude.

- Why does he want the Pelican?

- Location, location, location.

See, the Pelican happens to occupy

some prime-ass real estate...

...when it comes to the exciting world

of drug running.

You're not too far from the border,

directly between Texas and Florida.

You can transport through

the swamp virtually undetected.

You. You got 10 seconds to walk

out of here before I throw you out.

- Luthor, do you know who this guy is?

- I don't give a sh*t who he is.

This is Nate's nephew.

This is Shane Tanner.

Excuse me a second, boys.

Oh, before everyone leaves tonight, I'd

like to have a little chat with the staff.

This is a nice surprise.

I didn't get a chance to thank you

for helping me out. So thanks.

- Can I buy you a drink?

- I don't drink.

I just wanted say thank you.

- You're leaving already?

- I'm sure I'll see you around.

Hey!

I didn't get your name.

Yo, chief, the fine pair of jeans

you were talking to left this at the bar.

She'll come back for it.

As you probably all know by now,

I'm Nate's nephew, Shane.

I'll be looking after the club for a while

and looking after it properly.

Luthor, guys were dealing sh*t inside.

Nate didn't allow it, I won't either.

We sell booze in here, not drugs.

Is that clear?

Over the years, Nate told me

who he trusted, who had his back.

Now I need to know

who's got mine.

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