Revengeance

Heatseeker Radio, you're riding with the Shademan!

81 degrees in Los Angeles, and we got a hot one for you,

babies; don't forget, Heatseeker Radio presents

Face Cares, a charity concert brought to you

by none other than Senator Deathface, himself.

And Heatseeker Radio!

We're gonna crank it up now, babies,

with some Night Rattler!

Luis Escobar, I'm Rod Rosse, the one-man posse,

and I'm taking you into custody for jumping bail.

So if you'll come with me...

All right, Luis, we're going to do this nice and easy.

What's going on with my mind, man?

I feel so sleepy.

Hey, ma.

I got him.

Yeah, knockout drops in the beer.

Hey, come pick me up, and bring some baby wipes.

Lots of baby wipes.

Ma!

The phone, get it!

Ah, for the love of Pete.

Rosse Bonds, Rod here.

Yeah, who's this?

My name is Miss Candy, and I'm calling on behalf

of Senator Deathface.

Mr. Rosse, you did some work for us a few years back,

the Milsap case.

Yeah, I remember; what's up?

Well, we got a new problem.

It's very time-sensitive.

We need somebody located, and we need them located fast.

Sounds expensive, lady.

Our pockets are deep enough, Mr. Rosse.

Be at the senator's office today at two.

And come alone.

Keep this on the down-low.

My whole life is on the down-low, lady.

Hello, hello?

Eh.

Ma, ma, we got another job!

I need you to look something up for me.

What's that, Roddy, I can't here you son!

I got the Taser gun to work, Roddy.

Spring-loaded, wrist-release action!

I adjusted the tension and watch.

Hey ma, what did you say?

Well, it works half the time, Roddy.

What you got, ma?

All's I could find was the fire last night

at the biker headquarters in the desert.

Ah, is Deathface still using

that biker gang for security?

Yes, the Inland Emperors.

Some real bad seeds there, Roddy.

Be careful, son, stop licking yourself.

What?

Sorry, I was talking to Mr. Butterkisses.

Stop talking to the cat when you're on the phone with me.

Get down from there!

All right, ma, I'm almost there.

I'll let you know the details as soon as I know something.

Watch yourself, pussy!

I hope you're talking to the cat, ma.

Welcome to my office.

What a fine looking group you are.

You better stop staring at my titties!

Odell Braxton, the finest looking

bounty hunter I ever did see.

Ace of Spades; you're about as ugly as a badger

in a storm drain.

Jose Tanaka, the terror of Osaka.

And last but not least, Rod Rosse, the one-man posse.

You've all done work for me before.

And each of you possesses a special gift.

The gift of keeping your traps shut.

I appreciate that.

I demand that.

Senator, why all the secrecy?

This is one of those "keep your trap shut" moments, Rosse.

Any of you ever keep a diary?

Odell, you know what I'm talking about?

Something you put your thoughts in, your innermost secrets?

Well, I had something like that taken from me.

You get that girl, and you get back what she stole from me.

This is winner-take all.

The clock is ticking, baby.

Tick-tock, tick-tock.

Winner takes all, Rosse.

You wanna just give up now?

Shouldn't you be out flattening my tires,

or calling the SWAT team on my office again?

Why, whatever do you mean?

I know how you play, Ace: dirty.

Dirty like a day-old diaper.

Ah, is someone a sore loser?

If you can't play with the big boys, Rosse,

then get out of my sandbox.

You're a bearded little hemorrhoid.

I'm gonna ride you hard, like a hemorrhoid!

What does that even mean?

It means shut up!

Excuse me.

Hello?

Oh, hell yeah.

Give me 30 on number three.

What's the rush, baby?

Wait, hold up, is that a tattoo?

Oh, you know I be loving the honeys with the tats.

Give me 30 on number three and stop talking to me.

Chill, girl, I'm just trying to get to know you.

You like house music, energy drinks?

Oh, wait, wait, hold up, hold up, listen, listen.

Oh, that's my jam; that's my jam!

Uh, yeah, uh, yeah, yeah!

I can do the moonwalk.

But I can do it going forward, though.

Oh, yeah!

Uh, go ahead, Gary, uh, yeah!

You feel that girl?

Yeah, oh yeah...

Jackass.

So, what'd you find, ma?

Her name's Lana Marie Oswald.

16 years old.

Her parents were the founding members

of the Inland Emperors.

So this girl's mixed up with that biker gang then.

Oh, she's not mixed up, Roddy.

She's biker royalty.

Her parents were the founders of the Inland Emperors.

Looks like they were killed in a police shootout,

when she was a baby.

I think those bikers know more about this girl

than they're letting on; I need to find out what they know.

I got an idea, ma, but I'm gonna need to borrow

the credit card for this one.

Oh, Roddy, we just paid the card off!

We can't be getting back in debt like that, Roddy.

Adolf, Lucifer, shut the hell up, dogs!

Who are you?

Somebody called for a plumber.

Oh, man, did Cosmo mess up the toilet again?

Come in.

No worries, my good man.

How you doing?

Hi there, how's it going?

What are you looking at?

Here it is.

Have at it, man.

Ah, holy Moses!

Deathface has made it clear that this cannot

get out of control.

Now, I know he hired some bounty hunter scumbags

to find Lana, but we gotta find her first.

Sandman, what you got?

Well, Big Mike said he saw a girl

a couple weeks back looked just like Lana.

She was up at Chaw's apartment, the Wayside, yeah.

I don't know; what do you think?

Use your head.

If you were a girl on the run, where would you be?

At my drug dealer boyfriend's house, right?

I never liked that little bastard, Chaw.

Deathface ain't gonna like this.

You head over to Chaw's and find out what's up.

You run into any of them bounty hunters snooping around,

you end them!

Take care of it.

Yo, listen up!

If this gets out, Deathface is done, man.

If Deathface is done, the Emperors are done.

Do you know the level of shit that will hit the fan?

So the Deathface Cares concert is gonna be huge, Senator.

Biggest charity rock show LA's ever seen.

We've already got Night Rattler lined up.

You a big Night Rattler fan?

Sorry, Senator, I've never heard of Night Rattler.

Well, they never heard of you, either.

Still gonna rock your ass off.

Good one.

Miss Candy, make sure this deadbeat pays for lunch.

You idiots, you let this happen!

You were supposed to be on watch.

Don't you ever touch me again!

Thanks for showing up, Ace.

You hungry?

I took the liberty of ordering some hot wings.

They're really good here.

Cut the chit-chat; why'd you call me here?

Look, I'm sure you're missing your soap operas,

or cruising the local junior highs or whatever,

so I'll make this brief.

I'm proposing we partner up.

Partner up?

Think about it: Rod Rosse, the one-man posse,

and the Ace of Spades, a dream team.

Come on, it's a guaranteed win.

Is that what you called me here for?

This sounds like the desperate act of a desperate man.