Greased Lightning Page #3

Beats taxicab driving any old day.

Here.

Come on. Let's go home.

Come on, Wendell.

Let's go.

No! Don't run!

They're going to catch us.

Just let me think.

Scoot over this way.

What?

Put your head down.

Sh*t!

I thought we had some moonshiners.

Did you see her jump?

Maybe we better check

his driver's license.

Go ahead.

Get us some coon tang.

You mean poon tang.

No, I mean coon tang.

Good evening, officer.

Boy, how old's that girl?

Uh, she 14, sir.

Girl, don't you let

that boy knock you up.

You know how you folks are.

Did you get a look at that face?

Mm-hmm.

I've seen ugly women,

but that's ugly.

I'd rather be with my wife.

Don't be foolish, boy.

This ain't a picnic. Let's go.

What does he know about ugly?

Wendell?

Yeah, baby.

Honey, I've been so worried.

Where have you been?

Making money.

Doing what?

Moon-shining.

Hauling liquor?

Me and Peewee. I made $65 tonight.

Are you crazy?

Honey, you could get shot

Or get thrown in jail.

Peewee's done it for four years.

I damn well can do it for 30.

You're letting that fool

Lead you around by your nose?

Wait a minute.

I said wait a minute, damn it!

I tried every way I know

to make money legal.

I'll make more in one night

Than in two weeks

driving that damn cab!

People want liquor.

I'll drive it for them.

But you don't know

what you're doing.

What you mean I don't know

what I'm doing?

I don't know nothing else

but I know how to drive!

You're leaving them in the dust.

I won't kill you! Stay there!

Oh, lord!

Ooh!

Oh, sh*t!

Hey!

Aah!

Wendell, they went into the water!

Ha ha!

Wendell, you're

a driving fool, man!

I'll be damned.

Why do you treat me...

Hot damn! That's Wendell!

Whee-hoo!

Lester, we're going

to need some help.

Arlimber Creek

and Mill Road junction.

Aah!

You missed the turn.

Wendell,

Hold on to the

steering wheel, Wendell.

The police are after us.

[Knock on door]

Open up, it's the sheriff.

Open up, I said,

Or I'll tear it down!

All right, all right. I'm coming.

He ain't here, is he? Is he?!

Don't you wake up my baby.

Search that room.

You can't come in here like that.

You ain't got no right

coming in my house...

I knew it. He ain't here.

Oh...

Out of my way, lady.

You'd better get out of my house.

Ah!

Oh...

You're here.

Didn't my wife tell you

We was taking a bath,

Sheriff Cotton?

I'm sorry. I...

Sorry.

Excuse me.

The engine of his cab

Ain't even warm, sheriff.

He wouldn't use his personal car,

Stupid idiot!

Let's go. Come on.

What are you doing

in my bath water?

I slipped.

Don't you fix your mouth to lie.

You ain't sweet-talking

your way out of this.

Mary, would I lie to you?

Well, I'm trying

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