The Defiant Ones Page #5

Good. Good.

Max, you don't care if

I use your phone, do you?

( rock'n'roll)

Got anythin'?

Well, the way I got it figured,

we'll ford it here...

(radio off)

Regroup across the river,

then backtrack and pick up the trail.

- Fine.

- That detour will cost us two hours.

- Can't be helped.

- I think it could.

Why don't we call Cumberland?

For what? Ask for a tank

and armoured divisions?

They have a 12-hour start,

and we're about to lose two!

- I appreciate the arithmetic.

- Catchin' men is my business.

And makin' the decisions is mine.

It don't look like much.

That the company store?

Yeah.

There's tools in there,

and food too, waitin' for us.

They'll be asleep pretty soon. We better

hunker down before somebody sees us.

(hogs snorting)

They sloppin' the hogs.

That means suppertime's over.

I used to feed the hogs

at the prison farm sometimes.

That sure was a nice farm.

Yeah. All that machinery.

You know somethin'? Fella get himself

a farm, he'd have a pretty sweet setup.

As long as a fella don't have to scratch it

out with hand tools and a mule.

Leastways you always got

somethin' to eat.

I worked 36 acres by hand once.

My wife...

My wife helped me.

Sometimes even my little kid.

Man, we never had enough to eat.

I didn't know you was married.

What happened to your kid?

He was just five years old when I left.

He don't even remember me that much.

Everybody winds up alone.

Not just you. Everybody.

That's the way it is.

One down, five to go.

I got an old man around someplace.

The last time I seen him

was the day I got out of the army,

and we spent half my bonus cheque

gettin' lushed up together.

Ahh, I got nothin' against him.

My old man,

he was a Bible-thumper.

- Always tryin' to teach us somethin'.

- What's there to know?

I used to work in automobiles.

Transmission man.

$1.80 an hour, so some fink in a Cadillac

could drive it without havin' to shift gears.

- That's pretty good pay.

- You know what it meant to me?

Saturday night in a gin mill,

bein' Charlie Potatoes with a blonde,

or maybe a redhead. Anythin' I wanted.

Then Monday mornin' there I was, back

in that pit with grease in my eyeballs.

- Somebody gotta fix them cars.

- Let somebody else fix them cars.

Me? I wanna drive 'em!

- You gotta buy 'em first.

- On a buck-eighty an hour?

That's just a stopover

for a second-hand Chevy.

Nah, not for me. I got smart.

You're a maker or a taker. Me, I'm a taker.

That's how you wound up in jail.

Because I didn't know how to be

a big enough taker. I was just a stealer.

You gotta be a big enough crook

so you can get away with anythin'.

Just a few more lights now.

What did they get you for?

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