Emperor of the North Page #2

Now you clean all those housings.

Oil the bearings, wedges, everything.

You don't ever hand me another fire.

Th-That's not what happened.

- I don't care.

You never let it happen again.

Never. Say it.

It'll never happen again.

Now you get that engine

down to the tower...

...and you fill it with water,

you understand?

Bastard.

I'll fix him, so help me, God.

Get your goddamn hands off me.

- Wait a minute. Cool off.

We're tryin' to tell you somethin'.

What to you want for Christmas, Leach?

I'll tell you what:

The one thing that's never been done

to the Shack-Think, Leach.

A tramp haulin' that son of a b*tch

off his high almighty-...

A miserable bastard hobo

ridin' his train.

Ah, it'll never happen.

Maybe it has.

Look. Any you fellas Baptists?

Well, my old man's a Baptist.

I'm tryin' to get home to see him.

He's dyin'.

You're goin' for a year on the rocks.

- Up yours.

You gonna let that loudmouth

talk like that to you?

Yeah. He's right. Look here, you little squirt.

- Cut it.

How'd you make that train?

- Easy. It's like any other.

Nobody makes that one.

- It's a local. It's nothin'.

Nineteen ain't just a local.

- Haven't you heard of the Shack?

The 19 belongs to him.

- So?

So you ain't gonna live through the night.

It was easy. Train come off a curve.

I found a blind.

Well, I just laid down there.

I see the train man, his coattails flyin'.

Of course, I was curious, so I jump on

to give the big man a stare in the face.

And you can figure,

we didn't gab much.

He's wavin' his hammer and swearin'

like a big-ass Baptist...

...so I just ditched him,

settled down in the empty.

Had him beat all to hell too.

Well, this sorry lookin' bo...

...come draggin' his

ass through the transom,

got us both locked in.

So I had to burn my way out.

He's cinders now. That's for sure.

Leach, like I told ya.

You're gonna get a Christmas present

in October.

Damn.

Well, we're bettin' on a sure thing.

Let's put it to 'im.

What time does Shack's train pull out?

7:
00 in the morning.

I wouldn't miss this. I've

been waitin' for years.

You ain't alone.

Hey, don't forget Cracker.

He oughta be good for an easy 20.

You're tellin' me.

- [Man Laughs] Yes, sir.

It's like money in the bank.

I don't know.

Somethin' ain't right.

[Man #2 Chuckling] Stop worryin'.

You said it yourself.

We're bettin' on a sure thing.

[Laughing]...

...[Man]

Yeah-like bettin on yesterday's horse race.

You keep your mouth shut...

...till we've had our fun

and we collected our money.

And you get your ass down to that junction.

You tell your bo friends...

...that we got a new king of the road.

[F.D.R. On Radio] My friends, the most

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