Road to Paloma Page #3

You mean American money?

That's really cute.

I'm gonna call the police.

How about that, okay?

Listen, hey, I', s...

we can work something out, okay?

Please?

Dude, I didn't follow you

to do charity work.

I didn't ask you to follow me.

I got to make money.

And not the f***ing hard way.

Hey, whoa, whoa.

Whoa, excuse me.

Where you going?

I'm going to take a piss, Todd.

You got an itch to hold it?

You know what? I gave you a break

and let you try to work off your debt.

Shut up.

I don't need to be disrespected

by either one of you guys.

Hey, man, he's not my buddy, okay?

I'm sorry.

I'm gonna do the dishes.

I'm almost done, okay?

I apologize. He's an a**hole.

Just finish up and please

don't come back here anymore.

Hey, sorry, man.

That guy's a f***ing a**hole.

You want to make

some quick money?

F***, yeah.

There ain't no use

for the slow man

He's a drunk and he is cruel,

but he's a cold man

He'll paint your noose

like an omen

He's got you thinking about

your death and you are frightened

Ain't no use for the slow man

He's a drunk and he is cruel,

but he's a cold man

He'll paint your noose

like an omen

He's got you thinking about

your death and you are frightened...

You can't refuse

what the old man

Whispered to the preacher

during the sermon

He's a saint to the fools

of the old land

But we can see straight

through the tricks that he is turning

He'll speak

but you got to believe

There's only trouble

creeping through those teeth...

You got big f***ing balls

showing up here.

That information I gave you

cost me some business.

Tribal cops knocking on my door.

You know that wasn't my intent.

What just happened?

It's payday.

Like to fight?

Let's make some money off of it.

God damn, you're a big Indian.

Come on.

Sh*t.

He f***ing won.

Give me my money, brother.

Better get out

of town, white boy.

- Thank you.

- Get out of here.

Get the f*** out of here.

Get the f*** out of here.

Well, hell's bells

What you trying to sell?

Put it on the table

before they take you to jail

What do you say?

Got a bottle to your head

And you never saw it coming

And your pretty white shirt

is red

Well, I guess

that's what you get

When you were leaning on me,

I heard you asking for it

Did you not come here

looking for a fight?

They say brown liquor

make you sleep all right

Cocaine make you grind

your teeth all night...

Run in here and get some smokes.

You want anything?

No, I'm good.

Hey, Mr. Kemp.

How you doing?

I need some

Marlboro Reds, please.

I knew it.

- What do you want?

- That him?

Oh, yeah.

Hey, Numay.

Hold up a sec.

Numay's Mojave

for mountain lion.

You know, it means

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