They Live by Night Page #2

I was ready to jump.

Shut up.

Bowie, you better fix this tire

and check the car.

How's my brother?

- He's still in there.

- I know.

- Did you see him?

- Yup.

Chickamaw.

Had a tough time.

Come on.

Slippery.

I can handle him.

She's my daughter.

Keechie.

Keechie?

Oh, where's my daughter?

Keechie?

You like your old man?

Do you like yours?

Not much.

- Is it true your ma ran off with a guy?

- Yes.

My ma took up with a guy

who ran a pool hall.

Pa used to take me there.

One night, he and this guy

were having an argument.

I thought it was part of the game.

Never did see a pool game

that didn't have an argument.

Pa raised his cue and...

Other guy had a gun.

Pa turned to me like he was trying

to say something.

I saw his face. White.

Like he was gonna cry.

And the blood running into his eyes.

My ma went to live with the guy

that killed him.

Got a cigarette?

You smoke a lot.

I don't want one.

Haven't got one.

How's it coming?

All right.

I just wanna make sure you were okay.

The two of you.

Nothing for you to worry about.

Chickamaw.

Better get a move on.

We got some traveling to do.

Fine company you're running with.

I suppose you thought

you had to get out of that prison.

Didn't see any use doing any more time.

Wasn't getting me nowhere.

- Out here, even the air smells different.

- Where do you think you'll get with them?

That Chickamaw, he lives for trouble,

even if he is my uncle.

Oh, he's wild all right,

but T-Dub's steady.

Maybe.

- If I wasn't so hot, you know what I'd like?

- What?

Like to have me a filling station.

A garage along with it, maybe.

It'd be too slow for you.

You wanna live your life fast.

You don't know what you want.

You got me down wrong, Miss Keechie.

T-Dub saw it in the paper

back there in the prison, see?

It's what the Supreme Court

of the United States itself said.

This fellow it writes about,

he was tried, convicted of murder,

sentenced, all the same day.

The same as me.

Then the Supreme Court itself said,

"Let that man out."

No due process or law.

That fellow was 16 too

when he done his murder, same as me.

How come you killed a man?

Some of the fellows in the carnival

I was traveling with

said they knew how

to make some money.

They had a safe all picked out.

Just sort of went along

to see how it was done.

You were in a carnival?

Just roustabouting.

I should have been smart

and run like the other kids.

You know, lawyers cost money.

Soon as I get enough,

I got a lawyer in Tulsa to see.

I'm gonna get myself squared around.

I hope you're right.

Yeah, you bet I'm right.

You know what I'm gonna do?

I'd like to go to New Orleans.

Mexico, maybe.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes