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Brayker can't even get himself out.

Hey, Roach. Haven't you caused enough trouble?

That's me giving you the finger, asshole.

We stand here arguing about a traffic accident... Do you mind?

I hate to even think about it.

You expecting somebody, Mr. Smith?

Maybe nobody here can see it, but I sure can.

I can't tell you how long. Maybe a lifetime.

Where do you suppose they went?

If he's in your town, you got a problem.

I said almost, didn't I?

Yeah, this is it. The north spur's just ahead.

God created the heavens and the earth.

Care to see what I've been working on?

- Please stop, mister! - Uncle Willy, Please don't make me do this.

Do me a favor. Don't scream.

- between cleanliness and godliness. - No! No!

He's not what he says he is. Willy... Willy!

Yeah, well, I already tried that. He said no.

What's that smell?

And then he came with Bob and the sheriff.

Personally, I was hoping we could avoid this.

Her blood's on your head, asshole.

Ah, the whole fan club is here.

He's really holding on tonight, isn't he?

Sheriff, I am much obliged for your assistance in apprehending...

I swear that girl ain't got no goddamn gratitude.

- Pleased to make your acquaintance. - You lyin' son of a bitch.

and half her arm.

Oh, man, this is hopeless.

What am I looking at? Which way is town?

- Good work, Mavis. - Looky, looky.

I know what you want.

You'll be happy to know, kiddies..

Well... you know this... "hell on earth" business?

As for me, I'm afraid I've got to hurry.

Guys like Roach, they think...

Hey, Brayker. Don't worry. I'll save you.

Goddamn it! Get that pussy off the table.

All right, this property...