Drugstore Cowboy Page #6

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Sometimes bad luck can be good luck.

I mean, think of all the times we had

a flat tyre or engine trouble or something

and we made it to our score

late thinking it was bad luck.

Then we'd find out for

some reason it was good luck.

You know what I mean?

Hell, I can't figure it out.

I just know from years of experience

the things to look for and the signs and...

You know what it's like? It's like, who's

ever managing such things is saying

"Go out there and get it."

"It's there for the taking, kid."

"Everything's free this week. I'll

let you know when your time's up."

"You'll see the signs."

"Hell, all you gotta do

is look for the signs."

Sh*t. Sorry, baby.

Sorry about that, baby.

So what's going on?

Why don't we just go in, we plant

some stuff on them, we drag 'em on in?

It works all the time.

I'll tell you why not. I don't wanna get

Bob Hughes on no bullshit possession beef,

and that's all we'll get him on

unless we catch him cold,

on his way home from

a score. You know that.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Who is it, Bob?

- I don't know. I thought you knew.

- Hi.

- Did I wake you up?

- No, no, no.

- No.

- We were awake, weren't we, Rick?

- Well, I don't know what to think.

I saw this sinister-looking

man with a ladder

creeping around outside

my bedroom window.

I know that I wouldn't

be able to sleep a wink

if I thought there was some crazy sex

maniac running around loose out there.

Now, you just relax. We'll go down

there and check it out immediately.

- Thank you very much.

- We'll check it out as soon as we can.

- Good night.

- Good night.

- Good night.

- Good night.

- Night.

- Bye-bye.

What the hell is she doin' up

at two o'clock in the morning?

It's Gentry.

Yeah.

I bet he followed us when we moved.

Son of a b*tch.

Yeah.

Well, I guess we'll have to

teach him a little lesson, huh?

"The reason you can never get Bob

Hughes for possession of narcotics is

that he has an arrangement with the guy

that lives on the north side of him."

"They have a line between their houses."

"Bob signals the guy

when he wants the stuff."

"The neighbour puts it on the string.

Bob pulls over what he needs

and leaves the rest in the other house

where you can never find it."

- Bye, Daddy.

- Bye-bye.

- Excuse me. Got a sec?

- Yeah.

- You live here, right?

- Right.

I live next door. I know

it's none of my business...

What do you suppose he has in that sack?

You think it might be junk?

One thing I am positive of -

it's not his goddamn lunch.

About two o'clock this morning,

I look out my window and there he is.

A big, ugly son of a b*tch

wearing a long, dark raincoat,

and he's standing on top of this ladder

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