Black Dog Page #4

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Yeah, well, it must

be nice to be missed.

You got any pictures?

Yeah, I know you got some pictures.

Come on. Come with the pictures.

Ah!

Little girl too.

Nice-looking family.

Can't be mad

at you for that.

[Chuckles]

So, let me ask you

a question, man.

How come you doin' this?

I mean, you know, you got a nice family.

- Must make good money drivin'.

- Know that dream you were talkin' about?

I'm about

to lose mine.

- Tracy, you ready to go to the store?

- [Knocking]

- [Sighs] Who is it?

- Department of Corrections.

[Sighs]

- Hi.

- Hi.

I'm Grady Cooper,

your husband's parole officer.

Could I see

some I.D., please?

- [Chuckles]

- [Gasps] Ohh!

- [Screams]

- [Grunting]

Tracy!

Tracy!

Where are you?

- Tracy!

- [Pounding, Grunting]

Tracy!

Oh!

Let's go. Come on!

[Both Scream]

Go! Go!

Go! Go!

- Stop!

- [Grunts]

Ladies. Let's step

back inside, shall we?

Come here. Come on.

[Lock Clicks]

[Gears Upshifting]

We gonna make it up this grade

with a load this heavy?

It's not the gettin' up.

It's the gettin' down.

Now, check him out. He's cocky

because he's got a light load.

But over on the back side, if he misses a gear

or doesn't brake just right, he's gonna lose it.

- Can't you just hit the brakes?

- Load this heavy, we'd fry 'em.

- What if something jumps out in front and you have to stop?

- You don't.

- What was that?

- A Mazda.

[Both Chuckle]

I shouldn't drink apple juice.

It gives me gas.

You listen to me, Wes.

One fart and you're walkin'.

[Sighs] This guy can't drive.

Now he's slowing down.

Maybe there's a cop.

What?

[Grunts]

What is he doin'?

[Grunts]

[Thudding]

That was no Mazda.

[Grunts]

- [Thudding]

- [Grunts, Pants]

- Pull over!

- I got your game, sucker!

Red's put us in a box. They're gonna try

to pull us over at the top of the hill.

We'll see about that.

Junior, he's pushin' me

up the damn hill!

Ride your brakes.

Ride your brakes.

- [Grunts]

- [Tires Screeching]

Ain't nothin' like

a Caterpillar engine.

Ease up, Crews.

You're gonna burn it up.

[Horn Blaring]

All right. Watch this.

[Tires Screeching]

[Grunting]

[Gasping, Panting]

[Grunts]

[Gasps]

[Gasps, Groans]

If he doesn't catch that gear,

he's outta here!

[Grunts]

- Look out!

- [Glass Shattering]

[Horn Blaring]

[Grunts]

- All right. He's gonna ram us.

- All right. We'll make it hurt a little more.

[Engine Downshifting]

[Grunts]

[Grunts]

[Horn Blares]

Oh!

[Car Horn Blares]

[Grunts]

No... No!

No!

[Screams]

You know what I told you about

gearing down and braking just right.

- Yeah. Yeah.

- Tsk, tsk.

Man, do you put on a show!

I nearly pissed my pants!

We are all gonna die. One of you

is tellin' Red every move we make.

- Sonny made a call back at the scales.

- I called my mother.

- Yeah, right.

- What about you? You had plenty of time to make a call.

If I wanted the guns, I'd have

killed you as soon as we pulled out.

What about Wes?

What am I supposed

to do about it?

- Son of a b*tch.

- What?

What did I do?

What did I do, man?

What'd I do?

- You piss too much, Wes.

- I got shot two years ago.

Had to carry a catheter bag

for a year and a half.

So when I say I gotta take a piss, you

can believe that I gotta take a piss.

- Who were you talkin' to?

- I was checkin' my messages. I got a life.

What about Crews? You tell him

to take 85. He takes 26.

- Drives right up to that weigh station.

- Man's got a point.

Believe what you want.

All I know is, Red keeps findin' us, and

it ain't me tellin' him where to look!

Gotta believe me.

I'm on his side!

I don't believe a damn word you say and,

if you ever want to take another piss,

you better convince me now.

[Sobbing]

- Okay! Red paid me to call him.

- Aw, sh*t!

I told him where we were before.

But this time I told him the wrong way.

He tried to kill me too.

So the hell with him. Please!

Please! Please,

don't kill me! Please!

- Please.

- Get off me!

- Get the hell off of me!

- Back off!

Don't do it!

I'll kill him. I'll kill him!

Put it down, man!

I'll do it!

I'll kill him.

And in the one second it takes

you to turn that gun to me,

I'll blow your ass away.

[Panting]

Go ahead. Shoot him.

- [Phone Rings]

- Crews, tell him to put the gun down.

- [Phone Rings]

- You're gonna die, son. Put it away.

- [Ringing Continues]

- Not me, man. Them!

- What! - Hello!

- It's for you.

Huh?

[Groans]

[Phone Rings]

- Crews.

- Jack, just checkin' in.

- How's the merchandise?

- Still here.

And your friend, Red, is hanging on like

a pit bull. Three of his men are dead.

Look, the Highway Patrol

are gonna be all over this.

You do what you want,

but I am out!

I'm real disappointed

to hear that, Jack.

And there are a couple of people here

are gonna be real disappointed too.

- Jack?

- Melanie?

We're okay, Ja...

You got a real pretty

daughter, Jack.

I believe she's

got your eyes.

You touch them,

I'll kill you.

You just call when you get close,

and I'll tell you where to go.

[Phone Beeps]

- What the hell was that about?

- I'm gonna deliver that truck,

and nothing

is gonna get in my way.

Pull your pants up, Wes.

When you want

the job done right,

you just got

to do it yourself.

The boy never could drive.

[Chuckles]

[Man On Television] Now,

the largemouth bass cannot be coaxed.

He must be aggravated to strike. The trick is

to irritate him so much that he'll take the bait.

- Now, two things work real well.

- [Moans]

- The first is this here rubber worm...

- [Groans]

- I like the floaters myself.

- We're gonna stay off the freeways for a while.

The cops will be everywhere.

Who was that on the phone back

there in the bathroom, Crews?

They've got

my wife and daughter.

We are shutting

this truck down.

There's no confirmation

our vehicle was even involved.

Tennessee Highway Patrol has eyewitness

accounts of four tractor-trailers...

slammin' the hell out of each other

down seven miles of interstate.

Three of those trucks are destroyed,

and their drivers are dead.

We cannot keep pulling state cops off of

this every time they wanna play bumper cars.

You're not stopping our truck

until she's positively I.D.'ed.

I have tried to create

a dialogue with you, Allen.

- Spare us the psycho-babble, will you?

- If you screw this up,

shithead, I am not

goin' down with you!

There!

Didn't that feel better?

All right. Enough!

We have a man

on that truck.

We don't blow that cover

unless we absolutely have to.

[Wes Moaning]

- [Man Chattering On TV]

- I'm tryin' to watch the show.

- [Moaning]

- What? You gotta piss again?

[Man Chattering On TV,

Indistinct]

Let me take this off,

but you better not bug me.

[Wes Moans]

I didn't lie to Red.

I told him where we'd be.

He's comin'.

He's coming!

No, I think

he's already here.

No! Hey!

- [Grunting]

- [Tires Screeching]

Look out!

[Horn Blaring]

We got trouble

on the right.

I got him.

- [Bullets Ricocheting]

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