They Drive by Night Page #3

I'm standing on my legal rights!

I gotta make a living too.

- Why?

- Because it says in the law...

I ain't gonna argue with you fellas.

Miss, did you see Joe Fabrini around?

I know he's been here.

- He pulled out more than an hour ago.

- Yeah? Whose wheel is that outside?

It's mine.

- Wanna make anything out of it?

- Now, no offense.

Listen, runt, we don't

like you around here.

- Throw him out, boy!

- I'm warning you!

There he goes!

Yeah! He's over for a touchdown!

Thanks, honey.

I'll do you a favor sometime.

That's all right, I don't like them either.

They got a coat of mine once.

- How much do we owe for the chow?

- Thirty-six.

- Here you are. Keep the change.

- Thanks.

It's all right. He's on his way.

- Thanks, fellas. I'll be seeing you.

- So long, Joe.

- Take it easy, Joe.

- Come on, kid.

- Where's the wheel?

- Right over there.

If we're lucky, maybe we can get a ride.

Who's this?

Hi, Dawson.

- Hello. How are you, Joe?

- Hello. Will you give us a lift?

- We had some trouble.

- Williams told me.

- Williams?

- Yeah.

He sent me here to

pick up your load.

That dirty muzzler.

We carry the load all this way

and we don't get a dime.

- Suppose we don't give it to you.

- You can suit yourself...

...but if you miss market, you'll take

a rap for the whole load.

- Yeah, just let him try to collect.

- Shut up.

Of course he'll collect,

out of the dough he owes us.

You're a nice guy, Dawson.

- Why do you pull stuff like this?

- It ain't my fault, Joe.

I got a wife and a kid

and another one on the way.

I gotta do what Williams says,

or I don't get no hauls.

- Don't get sore at me.

- I'd like to kick that chiseler's teeth out.

That ain't gonna get you nothing,

and besides, Hank ain't interested.

Come on. Let's hop in.

- Give us a hand, will you?

- Yeah, sure.

- Ready?

- Yeah.

That's it.

Our rig's about two miles

down the road.

And where do we go from there?

We better go back to Frisco

and see Williams.

By the time I get home to my wife

I'll be too tired to turn out the light.

Come on, Williams ought to be

in his office by now.

What if he don't see it?

What do you think?

Hello, Joe.

How they rolling?

How's that broken-down tub of yours?

No loads yet. Hang around.

What do you think

we been doing?

Tell Williams we want to see him.

You guys again?

You heard me say there ain't any loads.

Who said we wanted any?

We don't get paid for them anyway.

Oh, hello, boys.

How'd you get back?

What's the difference?

We should wrap a crank around you.

We got a hunch it was you

put Farnsworth on our tail.

What did I want to see you boys

lose your truck for?

I got some beer hauls in mind for you,

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