Thieves' Highway Page #3

I know how you feel.

Well, something may come up next week.

Keep in touch with me.

I got my eyes open.

Great, great!

I should have known it

when I had that dream.

You know I had a dream

that I had a handful of $1,000 bills?

- And when I woke up

- No. It don't sound kosher. It don't sound kosher.

- What do you mean?

- He's takin' it too easy.

What do you want him to do?

Wiggle in the dirt there and have convulsions?

That's just it.

He don't feel bad enough.

We'll need another truck.

I know a guy who's stuck

with a lot of war surplus jobs. Triple-A Garage.

That's where they got theirs. Just give 'em

a down payment, and we're in business.

- Tell 'em Ed Kinney sent ya.

- That was a dirty trick you pulled on those guys.

Kid, this ain't no lace pants business.

It takes tricks to get what you want

in this game, and I know 'em.

You just buy the loads.

I'll sell 'em.

You pull a trick like that on me,

I'd climb all over your neck.

You want to back out?

Any time you like.

- When do we go for the apples?

- Tonight.

After you pick up the truck,

go home and get some shut-eye.

We'll be on the road for 36 hours.

- You think you can make it?

- Sure, I can make it.

But remember, no tricks.

Now why would I want

to pull a trick on you?

Because I'm a pushover, too,

like my old man.

I come down here to pick up his truck,

and I wind up blowing all my cash.

I wanna tell you one thing,

I worked like a dog for that dough.

Gyp me, and I'll

cut your heart out.

Thanks.

I'll remember that.

Havel! What you do?

Pick the apples. Olga, Fedya.

Maria, he's picking

twice as many apple than you do.

Truckman waiting.

Whoa!

- What's the matter?

- Universal. Sounds like it's ready to go.

- So that's what I heard.

- Ah, I was afraid it wouldn't hold out.

- Look at that thing.

- Oh, great.

- What do we do now?

- Don't get the shakes.

I been keepin' this together with spit,

and I'm ready to spit all the way to the market.

Uh, I'll need 1,200 bucks.

Will you get your end wrench

and try to tighten those bolts?

Just the front ones.

I'll go down and pay off

the old geezer.

My wife, she say to tell you,

dollar a box.

- That's right.

- Thank you.

Thank you!

Good luck!

Have a nice trip!

And sell good my apple!

Papa!

Hey! Wait!

Hey! Stop!

- Don't go! Wait!

- Truckman!

Wait a moment.

You didn't count right. You make mistake.

You make mistake. This only 900.

- That's right. Six bits a box.

- Six bits a box?

- "Six bits"?

- Six bits cojest 75 cents!

Seventy-five cents?

You cheat.

Six bits is all I'm gonna pay.

If you don't like it, you can have your apples back.

- What you say?

- I busted my truck pulling up your hill.

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