They Drive by Night Page #4

something coming up soon.

Beer's out, you bring back the empties.

Three hauls a week, how'd you like that?

- We'd like it fine if we got paid.

- You been horsing around enough.

We ought to break your neck

for leaving us stuck...

...then lifting our load.

What, you want me to dig

into my pocket...

...every time you fold a wheel

or blow a tire?

- I'm just as broke as you are.

- What is this, tin?

Here, here, here.

Where's your manners, anyhow?

Going into a man's papers.

You owe us 300 bucks

and you're gonna pay us now!

- If you don't...!

- All right! Don't get hot.

- I'll give you a check.

- What'll we do, use it for a tire patch?

We'll take it out of here. Cash.

Let go of him, Paul,

and write out a receipt.

You know, there's a law

against taking people's money.

That was so, you'd have been

in the clink years ago.

I knew you'd see it our way.

You mark my words,

you guys are gonna regret this.

We're tired of taking chances

and leaving you the dough.

That's the worst of you road slobs!

Always getting too big for your britches!

But I don't mind telling you one thing:

This is the last load you'll ever get here.

In that case, we haven't got

anything to lose, have we?

There's your receipt.

There's a bad curve

sitting out front.

It's got mud on it. Be careful.

Go to sleep, will you?

I'm driving now.

I was just reminding you.

If we go over a cliff, wake me up.

Pour on the brakes.

If we stop and pick up everybody

we see on the road...

...we ain't gonna get in till next week.

It's a dame. It won't hurt to

get her out of the rain.

It's too bad one of them hotshot

passenger cars couldn't give her a lift.

Come on, hop in.

Thanks. I was beginning to

wonder if I'd ever get a ride.

Well, you got one now, so relax.

You're the dame that was

slinging hash at Barney's.

- That's me.

- Well, what happened?

Barney had about 12 hands,

and I didn't like any of them.

Barney's all right.

You didn't have to pass him

100 times a day.

- It was like tangling with an octopus.

- How far you going?

- How far are you going?

- We're going to L.A.

That's okay by me.

I'd just as soon be out of a job

one place as another.

Wait a minute. I better...

...wrap you up.

- What's your name, Red?

- Cassie Hartley.

You know anyone in L.A?

- Well, what are you gonna do?

- Get a room, look for work.

Jobs ain't growing

on bushes these days.

- How much dough you got?

- Enough to get by.

You're gonna lose your teeth chattering

if we don't get something hot into you.

Pull into Mandel's, Paul.

We've been rolling pretty good.

Pearl's waiting up for me.

I was going to spend

an hour with her.

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