Wanted: Dead or Alive

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Welcome to darkness

There's blood in the air

The angel of death's

Descending the stairs

The madness and sadness

the kiss of the gun

Cover your ass

as you stay on the run

It's the bonus time

It's time to collect

The joker is wild

And he's back in the deck

The lowdown, the go-around

the showdown in hell

Stay on the move

or you won't live to tell

Hey, John!

What'll you drink?

Whiskey.

Get me a beer.

Let's get the f*** outta here.

Come on!

You're not gonna do anything.

That's enough for that lousy beer.

Tick-tock cut to the chase

Time's runnin' out

and they're usin' live bait

Street's infected

and crawl in the slime

The neon nightmare is about to unwind

Welcome to Los Angeles, rabbi.

Enjoy your stay.

Shalom. Shalom.

- How are you?

- I'm fine.

Welcome to L.A.

Keep the truck runnin', Hardy.

Bring me some beer.

Get some beers.

Don't you go starin' at me,

you goddamn slope!

We should've nuked your

asses when we had the chance.

- If I'd have been there, we would have.

- Leave him alone!

Ready for that beer, Pete!

Push "no sale", and put

the f***in' cash on the counter!

Get this sh*t out to the truck.

Are we gonna take her with us?

Darlin', we gonna have us

a good time tonight.

Gonna teach me how to party?

She's gonna teach me how to party!

You're gonna teach me

how to party, baby!

But I gotta kill this old man first.

What the hell are you do...

How you want it, slope?

Fast or slow? Motherf***er?

Charlie?

My f***in' head!

Goddamn son of a b*tch!

You motherf***er!

Charlie.

Hold your breath.

Drop the gun.

Charlie, you smell.

You broke my f***in' arm, man!

Keep the change.

Thank you. Walk!

Detective Quintz, please.

Nick Randall.

Danny?

Meet me outside.

I've got a present for you.

An F.B.I. wanted.

A cop killer.

His name is Charles Higgins.

Pull his file and give me

a booking number.

No, no, I'm not coming inside.

I don't like cops,

and they don't like me.

Yeah.

So, where's my present?

- Why the hell is he in the trunk?

- Take a whiff.

You son of a b*tch!

You broke my f***in' arm, man!

Locked me in his trunk.

Didn't read me no rights.

Hey, I'm a free man.

Judge'll send you up, and I'll walk.

Ever heard of the Miranda Act, sucker?

Charlie, you haven't been arrested yet.

- What?

- I'm not a cop.

Are you a f***in' bounty hunter?

A sleaze-bag bounty hunter.

Take care of this piece of sh*t,

will you?

Yes, sir.

What do you wanna do

about the paperwork?

Let's do it at my office?

Good idea.

I'll see you in five minutes.

I'll get you, cocksucker!

Goddamn it! Sh*t!

Hey, Nickels, good to see you.

- ...A great deal...

- ...Vamos a escuchar...

- The life of the flesh is death.

I wired the satellite solenoids

to the detonators.

Beautiful.

Has a range of two miles.

If it's that far away, I can't watch.

$25.000.

Not bad for a night's work, Nickels.

It's 40. Read the small print.

There's a $15.000 bonus

if he can still talk.

How do you put up

with this sh*t, Danny?

Every time I touch

one of those scumbags, I...

I take a lot of showers

and Louise scrubs my... back.

How is she?

That's what you need: a lady.

A nice lady for a change,

instead of these bimbos you go out with.

Let me tell you something.

I found one.

First name is Terry.

She's a stewardess.

Another stewardess.

She's getting her doctorate

in anthropology.

We've been goin' out

for three months now.

Three months?

Three f***ing months?

Jesus, that's a goddamn

silver anniversary for you.

Come on, tell me some more.

Louise is gonna ask me

a million questions

when she finds out

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