Thieves Like Us Page #5

held it.

Goddamn toe stuff.

(MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)

- Can I buy you a Coke?

- What with?

Well, Dee said it'd be okay

if we charged

for a couple of days until we get set up.

Oh, yeah, I know.

I read in the newspapers about you.

Yeah, well, them papers don't always

tell the whole story, you know.

How come you'd ever get in trouble?

Just some fellas

in the carnival I was working with

said they knew a fast way

to make some money.

I just went along to see how it was done.

Them boys had a safe picked out.

You were in a carnival?

Yeah.

I joined up in one

a couple of years after my daddy died.

A man killed him.

Miss Keechie, you know

what the Mississippi state animal is?

What?

You know, the state animal.

I don't know. A deer, maybe?

No, sir. It's a squashed dog in the road.

You know what the state flower is?

Did you shoot that man in Selpa?

(MAN CHATTERING ON RADIO)

(MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)

It was him or me.

He'd come around the car

after me with a gun.

It's a weed.

That's dumb.

You smoke a lot.

I don't even breathe it in.

(CAR APPROACHING)

(HORN HONKS)

Keechie?

Oh, my...

You haven't seen

my dog around, have you?

- Which one of them's yours?

- DEE:
Keechie, where are you, you...

You know, that big yellow one

that was following me when I come here.

Oh, yeah. He ran off

with some redneck driving a pickup truck.

Yeah, that's all right.

Wasn't my dog anyway.

(DEE MOANING)

DEE:
Keechie, where are you?

CHICAMAW:
Being on a prison farm

don't make no difference.

If you ain't got no money,

it's still no good.

T- DUB:
Better than whacking your arm off.

BOWIE:
What?

CHICAMAW:
I seen four boys

chop themselves in one week.

- How?

- Hatchet.

Arms, toes.

Just like T-Dub.

But why?

T- DUB:
They work you to death.

I saw those boys dropping dead

right in front of me like flies.

And those bosses sitting

up there on the horses with the shotguns.

And they're looking down

on you, and they're saying,

"Hey, old thing,

ain't you ever gonna get up?"

Man.

Call your shot, Bowie.

Oh, I'm in, I'm in.

Gentlemen, that settles it.

It'll be my 30th bank.

But I don't believe you have to kill them.

Oh, come on. Those bankers just hold out

the money for you.

It's insured anyway.

Hey, look. Look, I've been saving these.

Now, you just draw those straws,

and the short man works

on the outside, okay?

- What do you mean, the outside?

- He drives the car.

Okay.

Go ahead.

Got her? Okay, that's it.

Move!

BOWIE:
T-Dub drives, huh?

Now, wait a minute.

Wait a minute is right.

We gotta draw again.

Give me that.

Okay.

All right, let's go.

Oh, sh*t, I got it again.

I mean, I can't drive

a getaway car with this foot.

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