They Live by Night Page #3

The way Chickamaw talks about

that Mexico, that must be some country.

Before I'm through,

I'm gonna do a lot of looking around.

You think you're quite a man, don't you?

Uh-huh.

Fine way to get squared around,

teaming with them.

Stealing money and robbing banks.

You'll get in so deep trying to get squared

they'll have enough for two lifetimes.

Call my sister.

I'll leave the address with her.

If what that newspaper clipping

says is true,

you can go back and tell them about it.

They don't keep people

who don't belong there.

They'd never believe me.

Who said that? T-Dub? Chickamaw?

They know.

- All set, Bowie?

- Yeah.

Keechie, you'll drive Mattie

down at the bus for us.

I suppose so.

It's a cash-on-the-barrelhead proposition

for me, remember.

I told the boys that. After all,

it's my own brother that's in the pen.

He's my husband

and we ain't getting any younger.

And I want him out now.

And that's gonna take money.

You do your part, Mattie.

- We'll get you the money.

- I'll do my part.

So long, Keechie.

So long, Bowie.

Come on, let's go, let's go, let's go.

- Are you interested in that?

- What's it to you?

- He's jailbait.

- He's just a kid.

Yeah, that's what I said once.

Maybe you'll be lucky.

Maybe they won't send him

back to prison.

Maybe he'll get himself killed first.

I'll take you to the bus.

- Now where do we go?

- Zelton.

I'll let you off outside of town.

Some guys are dingbats.

They'll charge a place with a filling station,

a telephone and hardware store next door.

I've seen more guys killed that way.

Short match waits outside in the car.

That's the tough job.

Some dingbats think

the guy in the car has got a snap.

He's the man that gets to rumble first,

believe me.

I'll go inside anytime.

Draw.

I'll stay in the car. Any job we do.

Okay?

Okay.

Come on, son, let's change.

- Want me to gift-wrap it?

- No.

Ouch.

- Have you anything smaller?

- No.

Well, that's all right.

I have to go over to the bank anyhow.

I'm dickering with them for a new lease

on this place.

- Mind stepping over to the bank with me?

- Sure.

Change, please.

Here you are, young man, with thanks.

- I have a wedding ring or two if you ever--

- Thanks.

On the nose.

- You all right, son?

- Sure.

Did you look around inside?

- I can draw you a picture.

- Save it for Chickamaw.

Mattie got us a house

in Gusherton all right.

Had to take it for six months.

- Gonna leave the car here?

- Sure, it's okay.

Some shack, eh?

Well, how do you like it?

Hi, Chickamaw.

So you got back, huh?

- T-Dub?

- Yeah? Mattie?

She got a real house.

Why not? We're real people.

Hello, Mattie.

What's the matter?

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