They Drive by Night Page #5

So you'll spend a half-hour

with her. Oh, look.

It's clearing up. We'll be all right.

Don't stop on my account.

We gotta stop,

it might as well be Mandel's.

That ain't home.

Pearl can't cook a steak

like Billy Mandel.

I ain't interested in steaks.

How come you're here?

Ain't you behind schedule?

I've been having tough luck.

I won 48 free games.

I tried to shoot them, but I kept winning.

Only three games and then I roll.

And I'll have to push my foot through

the floorboard to make up my schedule.

What will it be, boys?

A T-bone, rare,

and make it good this time.

The last one I had could've

been used for a manhole cover.

This one will be so tender,

it'll throw its arms around you.

- Same for you?

- Yeah.

I'll just have some coffee.

- Bring her a steak.

- Fattening her up, huh?

- Something else for you, honey?

- Yes. Cool off your imagination.

Hey, McNamara.

Where are you going?

- What's it to you?

- Come on. We go.

What's the matter?

Don't you know me?

- Hello, Joe.

- Come on. Sit down, Harry.

- What are you guys doing here?

- What do you suppose we're doing?

- Have a cup of coffee?

- I had five.

Don't do any good.

I'm still sleepy.

- Come on. We go.

- Yeah, he's right.

I haven't seen my wife for so long.

As soon as I deliver this load,

I'm hot-tailing it home empty.

Bet when I walk in the kids will say,

"Who's that man?"

You should have wrote, Harry.

I know how worried Pearl gets.

No use writing now.

I'll be home tomorrow

night and surprise her.

I hear you've been

doing pretty good.

Yeah. I got the truck all paid for.

Don't owe a cent.

Come on. Let's go.

When you guys are hitting

the road tomorrow...

...think of me in that

nice white bed.

So long, guys.

So long, Harry.

Well, you gotta have your brains

knocked out to be a truck driver.

You don't have to, but it helps.

Here she goes, boys, the last game.

Then I can hit the road.

I don't know why I mess

with them machines.

They almost cost me my job three times.

Irish, you remember Cassie.

Sure. Hi, Cassie.

Quit working for Barney?

Yeah. He was always trying

to tie my apron strings.

- There's nothing wrong with that.

- There is if you're not wearing an apron.

Fifty-eight free games!

I'll never get away from here.

- What's that for?

- Gonna pass.

If it's clear ahead,

he'll wink back at me.

That's funny.

It looks clear to me. Hey, Paul.

Yeah? What is it?

Ain't that McNamara's

truck ahead of us?

What do I care

whose truck it is?

Yeah, it looks like it.

It is.

What's the matter with him?

He's all over the road.

- He must be asleep.

- Blow your horn.

Not unless I have to.

He might come to and run

his rig off the road.

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