The Getaway Page #2

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Where is it, S...

I can't get a good station on here.

I'm just as nervous as you are.

Your best time! Can we do this again on Saturday?

You bet we can. No problem.

-You better, 'cause that's the boy we gotta beat.

- Take her inside.

- She sounds good. How does it handle, all right?

Is the steering a little tighter?

- Just gonna get a beer, all right?

-Make it a short day. Good work, Sam. -Right, sir.

-May I get you a beer or something? -No, thank you.

Guess you don't mix business and pleasure.

Me, I mix 'em all the time.

You know, your wife spoke highly of you.

You're a lucky man to have such a woman to run your errands.

What can I do for you?

Dog track right here in town.

A very well-built safe, big vault room, just like a bank.

There's no money at the dog races. Even the payroll is small-time.

This track's different. It'll be there, trust me.

-How much? -Million, maybe two.

Maybe more. You see, I know the people running the operation.

I used to get a cut of the action until they decided they didn't need me.

-What's the deal? -I keep two-thirds; you keep one.

You take care of your crew out of your end.

Pretty generous considering I got you out of prison.

And I can put you right back in.

Now let's go meet your boys. I got you some professionals.

I like to use my own people.

It doesn't much matter what you like. Does it?

There he is. Just like old times.

Good to see ya, Doc.

Finally let ya out, huh?

Hey, I'm Frank Hansen. I'm pleased to meet you.

You worked with Jack Easler out of Galveston, right?

Yeah. Cops blew Jack up a couple months ago.

-Where? -Uh, Baton Rouge. Uh, payroll job.

Where else you worked, Frank?

I, I hit some liquor stores, you know, and, uh, I drive real good.

-And I shoot nice. -You shoot nice, huh?

-Where'd ya learn? -Army.

-Army, huh? -Mm-hmm. I'm a team player.

You guys just do your job. You stay clean, I stay clean.

-Real simple, right? -Right.

This is the last time you and I meet in public.

You got any more business with me, you handle it with my associate, Jim Deer.

McCoy, I didn't wanna leave ya.

We both know you had all the money.

Maybe I should've waited, but I didn't wanna get my head blown off.

What am I gonna do, go to jail like you?

I'm not the kind to apologize, so I'm not gonna.

Benyon wants me, and that's the end of it. He ain't gonna back down.

Let's just, uh, make the best of it. No hard feelings, all right?

-Boy, you're touchy, Doc.

Don't f*** me again.

-No hard feelin's.

-A**hole.

Once we wrap it up in the vault room,

if everything... I should say when everything times out perfect,

we've got the tanker in the field north of the track.

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