Coyote Moon

- Lose the bodies.
- Privacy. That's me motto.

No job too big or too small.
l'll tend to it straight away, sir.
BIoody well bled all over back here.
He bloody well bled all over.
However, not to worry.
Some Spic and Span,
a little elbow grease...

several yards of Saran Wrap,
and everything will be as good as new.

Good as new.
Well, gents, if you'll excuse me,
l'll go fetch me truck.

I won't be long.
Won't be long.

Why does he always repeat himself?
l don't know.
l don't know.

Those damn hooligans.
Now what are they up to?

- The Heathens?
- Yeah. Mangy pieces of shit.

Hey, I've got something better
than a .45.

Follow me.
Bring my goddamn tank!
l knew you couId do it.
My nephews, them spawns of hell...
they ripped off some of this stuff
from an army depot.

You know how to use them?
Well, l guess you do.
Help yourself.
l just need this for now.
You're very kind.
Thank you.

- l owe you a debt of gratitude.
- My pleasure.