Thunder Road Page #3

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- You change those plugs? | - Just cleaned 'em. They checked out.

- You think I'd short you on gas? | - No, but you might forget.

When can I go with you? | You can't fire that and handle the wheel.

Not now, Rob. Trouble on the roads.

- Did you phone? | - Yeah. Roxanna said the road's clear.

Sounds like a real twistification | down at the store. Cuitar music.

OK, let me out, kid.

Luke? Cood luck.

Thanks, kid.

- Jed, I just can't dance another step. | - OK, Roxy. Let's sit awhile.

OK.

Ain't this a lovely night?

Yes, it is, Roxy.

You know, Jed, folks are saying | this investigator, Barrett...

he was sent in special because of Luke.

Imagine that.

You imagine it. Roxy, I'm sick and tired | of hearing about Luke.

He ain't the only driver in the hills.

Here he comes now.

You can tell it's him when you hear those | pipes come grumbling down the road.

Big deal!

- You going out with Jed? | - Yeah. He's riding empty ahead of me.

Oh, that's a shame. | After I put on my best shaving lotion.

You smell sweet enough.

When you gonna get a job | down in Mama Dunn's dance hall?

No need to get mincey about it. You don't | have to shake that stuff all over yourself.

Maybe some day | you'll come tippy-toeing around -

even if you think you're the lord | of the valley cos you've been to a war -

but I may not be here!

Cood night, pretty girl. | You have a good time.

Cot a little shot up, eh, Luke?

- You burned some rubber too. | - Yeah. Things are rough all over.

Pretty good bead. | How much you carrying?

250 gallons. Clean and high proof.

You empty her out, Mac. | I've gotta do some phoning.

Yeah.

Hello? Hi-Hat?

Hi, Jim. Luke Doolin.

Can I talk to Francie, please?

She's on, huh? You crowded?

OK. I'll be along a little later.

Right.

Hello. Harry? Doolin.

Listen, Harry, I'm gonna need | a new left-rear window, left wind wing.

Yeah. Hail.

Maybe not in Memphis, but it was sure | hailing hard up in Chalk Cap tonight.

I'm gonna need it now. Tonight.

And, Harry? If one of those slobs of yours | so much as touches that motor,

I'm gonna come down | and spray you all bright green.

The keys are in it. | It's here at MacKenzie's.

All right, Harry.

One...

Eight, nine, ten...

1100, 1200, 1300 and 1400. OK?

Right.

Just a minute.

- That tank empty? | - Naturally.

Let's just check it and make sure, huh?

One of these days you're gonna leave | a little too much in that tank.

Conna cost me two years in jail.

I wish you'd remember that.

Won't you come home, my baby? | Won't you come home?

I miss you day and night

You have my promise, baby | From this day on

I swear I'd treat you right

Forget that rainy evening | when you walked out

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