Thunderbolt and Lightfoot

That's their hearse.

- Good morning.

- Good morning, sweetness.

- Okay, what'll it be this morning?

- I'm gonna have you.

And four scrambled eggs, very loose.

Bacon, toast, coffee.

And American fries. You got American fries?

- Yes.

- American fries?

Right.

Just coffee, black. Thanks.

Okay. Thank you.

God, it's poetry!

Good jaw.

I love 'em like that. Nice and tight.

Jesus!

How you feelin' today, preacher?

The clock uncoils the working day,

and he wakes up

feeling his youth has gone away.

Now what the hell is that? A prayer?

A poem.

- A poem?

- Poetry.

Ah.

You stick with me, kid.

You can live forever.

Sir.

You big son of a bitch!

You must've been into something

very big, preacher. Very big.

I can't see.

Damn' they're goin' fast.

I can't see 'em.

I don't know how the hell

I could've missed 'em so many times.

- Shoot.

- I think you got... No, you didn't either.

Hang on!

He went over the...

What do we do now, Red?

Geronimo!

Now, in a case like this,

you can't take your

hands off the wheel even for a second, see.

Get your hands on the wheel.

A rolling stone gathers no moss.

Shit!

What do we do now, Red?

Shut up, Goody.

Goddamn ding-ding.

Ah.

Yeah, transmission's finished.

Seals are all gone.

Cadillac's my car anyway.

Where are we now?

Hells Canyon.

Snake River.

Mostly huntin' camps and sheep camps.

Up here, people's business

is nobody's but their own.

Hells Canyon delivery boat's gonna come by

pretty soon. The Idaho Dream.

Should take us right up the river.

Better off gettin'

as far away from me as you can, boy.

In for a penny, in for a pound.

Lonely country, kid.

You got any people?

I don't even know anymore.

That's weird.

Last time I saw any of

them I was just a kid.

I was a little too much for them to handle,

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