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caught trying to hop a train up
near bartlesville, heading north.
Maybe Bob's doing likewise.
Maybe he's already long gone.
Maybe. What do you think?
I don't know.
anybody at all? Nope.
Everyone read them before
they even got sent.
They don't say anything.
You want to just bring them
in anyway?
I'll do whatever you want,
but he won't come back.
He's not coming back for me if
that's what you're thinking.
Ruth!
Did she tell you anything?
Did she tell you anything?
No, gene.
She didn't say a damn thing.
I'm surprised.
I thought she'd like you better
than me.
Let me have this one, huh?
Well, hell, pat.
You're the one he shot.
I'm gonna let you catch the son
of a b*tch.
Yep. Sorry I'm late.
She had to have a time-out.
She got in a fight with Miles.
Why did you get into a fight
with those boys?
They called me names.
You need to have a better
reason than that.
Come on. Upsy-Daisy. Oy.
Evening.
Hi. Hey, little girl.
Hi.
Don't you look pretty today?
don't you?
Well, you got your birthday list
put together yet?
You better get on that.
Get your mama to help you.
I heard the news.
Anything you want to talk about?
Everyone thinks I got
something to tell them.
I don't have a goddamn thing.
They say they traced
him to Montana.
You think he's in Montana?
I can make some phone calls,
see what I can do about putting
an end to all this.
I could put an end to all
this right now all by myself.
All I'd have to do is...
Tell the truth.
# Hey, little blue Jay,
sing me a song #
San Anton' #
# Hey, blue Jay, can I steal
a kiss #
Cannon from Gonzales? #
# Bluebird, whistle Waterloo
# will you come to the bower
I've shaded for you? #
# Hey, little blue Jay,
sing me a tune #
# Down way in Mexico,
back in June #
Excuse me, ma'am.
Ma'am?
highway.
Where are we, anyway? What?
Where are we?
What state are we in?
Missouri.
Oh, Missouri?
I recognize you.
Hey, how do you turn it up?
On the side, there's a
little, uh...
Yeah, that's it.
# And lonely nights, I think
of people that I miss #
others you might miss #
Where you planning on going?
A direction that hasn't been invented yet.
#... The sound of...
I don't know.
you #
# the good times and the bad
so, uh...
How'd you do it?
Do what... get out?
Yeah. Is this how fellas are
wearing their hair?
Well, man, I just started
walking, you know... just like I
said I would.
And just walked out?
Yep.
How's that work?
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