From Dusk Till Dawn 2: Texas Blood Money

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Christ, it's almost midnight.

Nothing like putting in some overtime

to save a miserable serial killer.

Alleged serial killer.

Right.

- Well...

maybe one of these days we'll actually

defend somebody who's really innocent.

- A man is innocent until proven guilty.

- Until proven guilty.

Look, you and I both know that son of

a bitch killed 14 people in cold blood.

- I just hope there's nothing

to this karma thing.

- Oh, please.

- Ah, come on. What the hell?

And I don't want to hear

anything about any karma.

- What's going on?

- I'm gonna find out.

I'm gonna check out

the elevator shaft.

- Yeah, okay.

- Maybe there's a way out.

- Oh, Jesus.

- What's happening? Are they bats?

- Danny?

Oh, God! Oh, God! Somebody help me!

Please! Please! Somebody help me!

Please!

Oh, God! Please!

No! No! No! No!

Ah, come on. Just when it was

getting to the good part.

- Christ, not again.

Hey, take a little

breather, honey.

I lost my concentration.

Goddamn piece of crap.

Looks like the only thing

working around here is me.

- Sons of bitches.

- That's what you get...

for stealing cable, Buck.

The first full solar eclipse to be seen

locally in over 35 years--

...while transporting

Luther Heggs...

from the Kern County Jail

to the Huntsville State Penitentiary.

Heggs, you may remember,

was convicted for armed robbery.

An unscheduled stop was made

at a gas station rest room.

When Heggs persuaded the deputy

to remove one of the cuffs

so he could use the toilet...

Heggs severely beat the deputy...

wrestled away the key

to the cuffs and fled the scene.

- Looks like Luther beat the dog shit...

- In a moment we'll be speaking...

- out of that boy.

- to legendary Texas Ranger Otis Lawson.

Officer Lawson, could we have the latest

developments concerning Luther Heggs?

Yes. Uh, we have

all available--

Hey, ain't that the old boy who put you

away in that Lubbock bank job?

Rotten bastard.

I'd like to say that...

I-I-I will personally

track down Luther Heggs...

and drag his ass

back to the penitentiary...

where the sorry

son of a bitch belongs.

All right, asshole.

Start talking.

- You got a warrant, Otis?

- Did I give you that?

Damn, Sheriff. I thought I--

Let's see, did you--

- There is it. ls that warrant

enough for you? Huh?

- Forget about the warrant, Otis.

- Okay.

- Thank you for cooperating.

Now, where is he?

Don't say, "Who?"

I ain't heard a peep from him.

Oh, shit. Goddamn.

Luther and me--

We ain't as tight as we once was.

Ever since l went straight.

I don't run in them circles.

Bullshit, Buck.

Goddamn it.

You're a criminal.

You always were, and you always will be.

- Just like your daddy.

- No, I swear to God, Otis.

- I'm selling them Swifty products.

- Shut up.

- Show her the picture.

- You seen this man?

- Yes, I have.

- When and where?

About an hour ago, on the TV.

Do you think we're just wasting

our time coming over here...

like we suck farts

out of a dead chicken?

- She don't know nothing about it.

- She might not, but you sure do.

'Cause you and Luther

are butt-buddies...

from way back.

And sooner or later,

he's gonna contact you...

and when he does,

we'll be waiting.

Don't forget that, slick.

Ma'am.

- Yeah?

- Well, hey, Mama.

- Shit.

Yeah, well, listen, Mama.

I'm gonna have to call you back

a little bit later, all right?

- All right. I love you too.

- Buck... your mama's dead.

- Yeah?

- You clear?

- It is now. Are you okay?

- Yeah. l've been better.

Listen up, man.

That Mexican bank deal is back on.

We gotta move

double fast, though.

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