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tomorrow is going to be f***ing awesome.
don't make no sense, old man.
Let her go.
Name's Flamingo.
Give me Room 88.
Flamingo. Flamingo.
Who are you,
Mr. Cyrus Brenwin?
She owes me everything!
What the f***
do you want with me?
"88 Wilmont Lane. "
I guess we'll just
have to find out.
We need some guns and intel.
will totally take care of it.
Who did you say this was?
- Lemmy.
You are going to love her.
Conrad, Richard.
How are you doing, fellas?
Ready?
Heya, Lemmy!
- Hey, Ty.
Get your sweet ass in here.
Ain't she pretty?
She likes you.
I have got something
I'm just dying to show you.
This here tortoise.
It took me 34 tries
to get him just right.
But look at his smile.
I mean, look at his grin.
Tortoises are just so cute. They're
stupid, but they live forever.
Well,
Ty, what can I
do for you, baby?
Well...
Gotta restock.
Conrad, Richard?
Totally untraceable,
as per usual.
Nice.
Lemmy, while I'm here,
have you, by chance, been keeping up
your business relationships with Cyrus?
You're kidding me, right, Ty?
I mean,
he's completely lost it.
Little birdy told me
that he severed ties
killing one of his boys in the process
and sewing the other boy's lips shut.
You know where we
can find Cyrus now?
I haven't
the slightest clue, honey.
I mean,
he's been hanging real low
ever since some crazies opened
up on him at the bowling alley
the other night.
You wouldn't happen to know anything
about that now, would you, Ty?
No, of course not.
I didn't think so.
It's boring.
Shall we?
I have got this new toy
I'm just dying to show you.
Check this out.
Oh! It was blessed by a Tibetan
monk that I sell grenades to.
Ain't she sexy?
Police! Don't move!
Everybody down on the floor.
Oh, sh*t.
Oh, me, oh my.
Drop your weapon.
Well, that ain't fun.
Fire!
Fire!
Drop your weapon.
Shoot!
Shoot! Shoot!
God damn it.
Don't move!
Get her!
On my signal,
we make a run for it.
We've got an
officer down. Need backup now.
Don't worry.
This shield's been blessed
by the Pope, yeah?
Yeah.
Don't worry.
It's just a flesh wound.
I'll walk it off.
Get out of here, sexies.
12-10, we have two suspects.
Standing by.
All right.
Look at me. Look at me.
We gotta go, Flamingo, okay?
Lemmy just got
shot in the throat.
- On the count of three.
- No!
One,
two, three! Go!
Go! Come on!
Sheriff,
they're coming your way.
Ready your weapons.
Hang on tight, girly.
Don't move!
Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!
Go! Go! Go! Go!
Fire!
Come on!
- Stop right there!
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