Beer for My Horses Page #3

Yeah, him.

- Yeah.

Skunk's great, great

grandfather killed him.

Really?

Wow...

And then he cooked him

in less than a minute.

That's bullshit.

It is bullshit.

But he was raised on

a reservation. I promise you.

Dang, Lonnie. God.

What?

You got a sour stomach?

I didn't do that,

Junior did.

Hey, you know what? I've noticed

something about Junior.

Whenever he farts,

something big's about to happen.

I wonder what

these boys doing out here

in the middle of the night.

You reckon it's those

fertilizer takers?

Fertilizer takers?

He's cutting the lock off

the gate.

He don't work here.

If he worked here,

he wouldn't do that.

Let's go, Lonnie.

Take your gun off safety

this time.

Got it, boss.

- Hurry up.

Let's do it.

Twenty-five gallons,

five minutes.

Twenty-five. Make it happen.

Let's go.

Freeze!

- Yeah. What he said.

Shoot them, pendejo.

Damn it, Lonnie.

Let's go. Let's go.

I wouldn't do that.

I give up.

Go. Hurry.

Watch these two.

I'll get these other guys.

You boys familiar with

good cop/bad cop?

Well, the good one just left.

Go, go, go.

What happened?

This is Rack.

All units in the vicinity,

be advised.

Rack, uh, this is Peabody.

What's your...?

What's your...?

Twenty. What's my 20?

Yeah. Your 20.

What's your 20?

I'm in the back of

an old black one-ton flat bed.

Request all available backup.

Lonnie and Skunk with you?

That's affirmative.

Uh, that is

all available backup.

You're under arrest.

Don't make me come in there.

Now you've pissed me off.

Boy, we sure nailed them.

That elbow of yours is lethal.

I'm-a tell you what,

you hit that guy so hard,

I will never risk you catching

me peeing in your coffee again.

You get the personal items off

the prisoner, file them for me.

You got it.

Well, boys, we're

gonna need all your stuff.

Watches, wallets.

Pictures of your boyfriends.

Y'all look like hell.

We might have to run out

and buy y'all some Bactine.

We got everything?

Well, fellas...

Hey, uh, I'm gonna need

that necklace.

Do you want this?

Yeah.

You cannot have this.

Do you understand

what I say to you?

This is familia.

You keep your necklace.

Because where you're going,

that necklace ain't gonna

be able to help you.

You boys sleep tight.

Don't let the bedbugs bite.

# Honey, let's get trashed

And throw it all away #

All right.

That figures. We're out

working, they're out drinking.

Oh, now, what are you three

stooges doing in here?

Yeah, shouldn't you girls

be on the stakeout?

Actually, where we should be

is over at your daddy's house,

kicking him in the potatoes

for having sex with your momma.

Hey, now, don't...

We always work more

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