The Onion Field Page #5

These kicks cost $35.

Here you go.

This is one you should have.

This suits you. I want you to have it.

Nobody ever gave me a present before.

Really? You city kids.

You should've been from a small town

like Cadillac, Michigan.

We were poor, too.

But gifts? My heavens!

Family is what you need.

I really like the watch.

It's a good watch for a cheap watch.

You ain't seen nothing yet.

Wait till you see what else I got for you.

That's real nice, too.

Daddy!

Yeah!

Where the hell are you going?

I was going over to Cottonwood Road.

I know Bakersfield real good.

I swamped spuds here.

I used to pick beans and grapes here,

just like a goddamn wetback.

What's at Cottonwood Road?

It's the black part of town, Greg.

There's women there.

I was laying in bed listening to you

and your lady going at it.

And I'm horny, you know.

You know what I mean?

Turn off the keys,

and get out of the car.

- We're going back to LA.

- L.A.?

Jumpin' Jesus. One night in Las Vegas,

one night in Bakersfield...

We're doing okay. We bought

this cherry little hot rod, didn't we?

Bought us some presents,

and we had us some fun.

Fun? I got to lose 10 nickels

in a goddamn slot machine.

Greg, the last thing you said,

we was going to Frisco.

L.A. is a two-hour drive

in the wrong direction.

We're moving around

like goddamn gypsies!

Jimbo, you just don't understand.

We are going to Frisco,

but first we gotta go to LA...

and get some money

by pulling another job there...

so we can go to Frisco.

You understand?

We're just gonna leave the wagon here,

and we'll be back by midnight.

Okay?

What you gotta do is remind me to get

the brake lights fixed on that coupe.

'Cause we can't get stopped by the cops

for faulty brake lights, can we?

Me and my little honey buns

got you stirred up, there, did we?

You know,

I'm kind of a virtuoso, sexually.

That means that I'm a master

at pleasing women.

She says that she could never imagine

herself with another man ever again.

How about that?

- Can I have some money for popcorn?

- Yes, you can.

Let's see now.

There you go. Kissy, kissy.

- Toodle-oodle.

- Toodle.

"Toodle." I love it.

Why do I got to carry this gun in my belt?

Why not in my pocket?

What if this thing goes off

and shoots my dick off?

- That's all I need.

- Jimmy...

Anyways, why do we got to

wear matching leather jackets?

These goddamn, dumb caps?

These things make

an impression on witnesses.

They'll see this leather

and describe us as 6-foot-4.

And that cap will hide part of your face.

I know what I'm doing.

Jumpin' Jesus! We look like the

goddamn Katzenjammer Kids.

Hear you were in the Marine Corps.

Seems like everyone at the station

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