The Rambler Page #3

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- ( chuckles )

- ( machine whirring )

Sweet dreams, my friend.

- ( machine squealing )

- ( gas hissing )

That's it.

- ( machine whirring )

- Easy now.

Breathe.

That's it, relax.

Good.

( ticking, crackling )

( bell clangs )

( whirring rises )

- ( whirring stops )

- ( music continues )

So what are you going to do with him?

Uh...

Mummery him, probably.

But I'm gonna need a drink.

( country music playing )

Uh, tequila from the well.

Uh, excuse me, miss?

Do you know that woman?

No.

The shape of her head is...

is near perfect.

It's... it's like a...

fleshy brunette planet.

You better tell her how you feel.

What's the buy-in?

Okay.

( taps cards )

Oh, come on, give me that.

Give me the cards, give me the cards.

Are you looking at my cards?

( music stops )

Are you in, Fat Man?

You see that man over there?

Rambler:

I see him.

That man is dangerous.

Sexually.

He does butt-type stuff to me.

Maybe you should do something.

It's guy stuff.

- Are you two f***ing done, man?

- ( feedback whines )

- ( music resumes )

- All in.

All in.

Me too.

( chips rattle )

Yeah!

Oh, f***, man!

Read 'em and weep, fellas!

( both laughing )

Oh, sh*t!

F***!

Hey, guys, anybody thirsty?

- Yeah, sure...

- Are you seriously talking

to the mother of my goddamn child?

- I ain't the mother of sh*t.

- Fat Man:
Hey!

- ( snarls )

- Rambler:
Argh! Damn it!

( screaming )

( hissing, grunting )

( both grunting )

( grunts )

Ah, excuse me.

( door slams )

Let's see that hand.

Ooh.

( sprayer hissing )

( sighs )

Your winnings.

Thanks.

Better hold on to your cash

around here, brother.

Let me look at that hand.

That hurt?

- Yeah.

- Ah, you'll do fine.

I'm Dale, by the way.

Hey, Dale.

Fine at what?

Son, how would you like

to fight a train-hopper

for some money?

I can get you two-to-one odds

based purely

on that spectacle you provided in there.

Now I've seen how fast you are.

This fella shouldn't give you much trouble.

Just make sure you hit him in the head.

A lot.

( faint cheering )

( crowd cheering )

Yeah, watch his left hook.

F***.

( spits )

I better take these off...

No, no, no.

Nah, nah, leave 'em.

They look cool.

Oh, and by the way, it has occurred to me

that this whole thing

is a little ill-conceived.

I'll take the blame for that.

I must have forgot about that damn hook.

( banging )

Try not to die, kid.

( all cheering )

Man:

Get in there!

Come on!

Show me something, princess.

Ho down, down

Ho down, dee

Red bird dance...

- F***, man!

- ( all shouting )

Ah!

Goin' down New Orleans

Red bird dancin' and a red bird sing

Red bird sing, red bird do

New Orleans

and a red bird blue...

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