Harley Davidson and the Marlboro Man Page #4

Well...

there's only one place

to get that kind of money so fast.

No suit's gonna loan us $2.5 million.

That's for sure.

Hey, man, I ain't talking about no loan.

I don't wanna hear it, Harley.

Hear what?

You don't wanna know.

Know what?

He's gonna say we should rob the bank.

We ain't gonna rob any damn bank.

We ain't bank robbers.

We owe it to the old man.

We grew up in this place.

You boys don't owe me anything.

Sure, we do.

Hell, if it wasn't for you,

we'd all be face-down in the gutter

with a cigarette for company and a...

a needle for good times.

I'm ready to go.

- Okay baby, in a minute.

- Now!

Count me out of this one.

I made a promise to Lulu.

Yeah, you've made me

a lot of promises, Jack.

We're gonna have a baby someday.

Can't start a family from behind bars.

You know...

I really love this place.

It's home.

Makes me feel good.

And if we gotta rob a bank to save it...

I'll do that.

But I can't do it alone.

You guys are gonna

have to get it up, too.

12 minutes, Pacific and California.

We'll check with you then. Over.

Roger, Dispatch.

We copy.

Whoa, sh*t!

Car 3, car 3, this is Dispatch.

Give me your 10-20

and security code, over.

Dispatch, we're at the shipyard.

What's with this hard hat?

You're gonna have to move your

equipment. I got a delivery to make.

What, are re you f***ing deaf?

I said you're gonna have to move your...

I heard what you said.

Drop your gun.

You're not gonna like

what you're getting into, pal.

Hey, friend, from 15 feet away,

there's a chance you could miss me.

I could be blind as a bat

and still blow your head off.

- So you drop it.

- No, you drop it, a**hole.

- Sh*t!

- Think fast.

Sh*t.

Come on. Get over here. Sit down.

Guns are made to be shot, Harley,

not thrown.

Go do it, Jose.

You're about the deadest shot

I've ever seen.

Where'd you learn to do that?

Read a book. Came with the gun.

Who are you guys?

Well, he's Harley Davidson.

And I'm the Marlboro man.

You look like a bunch

of two-bit hoods to me.

Now does that look like the work

of two-bit hoods?

Yeah. Pros would have used my keys.

Well, he likes to blow things up.

Hot stuff. Watch it.

Nice day for work, huh, Jimmy?

Ha, none better ever.

None better ever, homes.

Nice doing business with you boys.

Your business isn't with us.

It's with them.

Well, whatever they've got to say,

I don't wanna hear it.

Let's rock it! We got company.

Sh*t, no.

What the f*** is all this about?!

Hey, Harley, why don't you

throw that shotgun at 'em?

Maybe you'll hit something.

- I thought you was a dead shot.

- So did I.

Then why the f*** ain't they dropping?

Beats the sh*t outta me.

Come on, guys!

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