Black Dog Page #5

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- Will somebody shoot back?

Aaah!

- Oh, roadkill.

- Come on, man. Untie me.

- You can use the extra help.

- Shut up!

Come on, man!

Untie me!

Come on.

Come on. Oh!

Ow! Ow! Damn!

- Come on! Let me up there.

- Come on!

- Untie Wes. I think we're gonna need him.

- Thanks, Crews.

- It's Red!

- [Gunshot]

- [Growls]

- Hang on!

[Horns Honking]

[Groaning]

Get him in the back

and check him out!

- [Groaning]

- Son of a...

[Air Hissing]

I gotta get this guy off the back

of the truck. Earl, get up here.

I got it.

I didn't mean for this to happen.

I didn't want this to happen.

Wes! Get a gun

and get up here.

Shoot that son of a b*tch!

I can't see him!

- [Growls]

- Stay back!

[Electricity Crackling]

Damn! Damn! Damn!

You're finished, Crews!

Your ass is mine! God!

Sonny, can ya hear me?

Sonny! Hang in there!

Stay with us, Sonny!

Come on! Come on!

[Sonny Groaning]

- How's he doin'?

- He's bad!

- I'm cold.

- You just hang in.

I'm gonna take care

of you, Crews.

I'm gonna take care

of you, man.

You just stick with me

when this goes down, okay?

When what goes down?

[Panting]

They know where we are.

I'm F.B.I.

I know they got

your wife and kid,

but you got a truckfull

of death here, man.

And this sh*t

has got to stop.

I know that, Sonny.

[Sizzles]

[Sonny's Voice]

I'm gonna take care of you, Crews.

Box it up.

[Sonny' Voice] When this goes down,

you just stick with me, okay?

They know where we are.

I'm F.B.I.

(music) [Earl Humming]

(music) [Humming Continues]

(music) Please believe

you're all I ever wanted (music)

(music) If you should leave

I don't know what I'd do (music)

(music) I'd be like a child

afraid of darkness (music)

(music) The greatest fear I have

is losing you (music)

[Thunder Rumbles]

Hey, Earl, you know that thing I said

back there about you being a singer?

I'm really sorry.

I didn't mean it.

Thanks.

Hey, where'd you learn

the gunpowder trick?

I heard about it

in prison.

You were in prison?

Yes, sir, two years.

- [Earl] For what?

- Vehicular manslaughter.

- That's comforting to know.

- You saw the dog, didn't you?

- What dog?

- The black dog.

You mean like

the Led Zeppelin song?

No, Crews knows what

I'm talkin' about, don't ya?

I've heard truckers

talk about it on the yard.

They say it comes when you've been on

the road too long and pushin' too hard,

when you get greedy.

They say it comes to take

everything away from ya.

And it did.

I was, uh, hauling

a load up from Atlanta...

on my sixth straight

Georgia run.

It was my daughter's birthday, and

I thought I could make it home in time.

[Crews] I was on this long,

dark stretch of I-75...

with nothin' to look at but

the white line when I saw it.

It was in the middle of the road,

comin' straight at me...

with his teeth bared

and red eyes staring.

- [Growling]

- So I swerved to miss him.

- [Tires Screeching]

- Look out!

[Tires Screeching,

Metal Crashing]

And I lost control.

Where do you come up

with this sh*t?

It's for real, Wes.

Yeah? And I bet you seen O.K. S

and aliens with big eyes.

No, just the black dog.

[Engines Revving]

(music) [Man Singing

Country-Western, Indistinct]

Uh, yeah, is this the F.B.I.?

Okay, listen, I need to talk to an agent

about a gunrunning investigation,

Atlanta to New Jersey.

I'd rather not say. Just let me talk

to the agent in charge.

Look, your undercover agent is dead,

and I have information

about the shipment he was with.

Sonny. I don't know!

He didn't say.

Look, just let me talk to the agent

in charge of the investigation, please.

Oh, forget it!

(music) Then maybe you

don't understand (music)

(music) Oh, we might never be (music)

Well, it's only gonna

get tougher from here on.

So if anyone wants out,

now is the time.

If I stick with you,

am I gonna get my money?

Probably not.

I got nowhere else to go.

I'm out.

Okay,

but there's one thing

I'd like you to do for me.

Appreciate this, you guys

lettin' me leave and all.

Eat sh*t, Wes.

Crews, good luck!

(music) I gotta tell her

I was wrong (music)

- (music) I gotta show her I still love her (music)

- Did you ever play Pididdle?

(music) I've been drivin'

all night long (music)

[Beeping]

They're heading south out of Richmond,

back the way they came.

- South?

- Unless you, in your infinite wisdom,

know something which I don't know,

I think now is the time.

I agree with Agent McClaren.

We haven't heard from Sonny,

and for all we know,

they've already made the damn drop.

- All right then! Let's go.

- Damn it.

[Sirens Wailing]

[Man On Bullhorn]

This is the F.B.I.!

Stop your vehicle immediately!

- Get 'em up!

- Get out of the cab!

Out of the cab!

Get out!

- Don't shoot!

- [Ford] Get down! Get down!

Get down! Hands up!

Get down!

Hands up.

It's for you.

This is Ford.

- You the F.B.I.?

- Yeah, that's right.

Okay, if you want your guns,

you listen carefully,

and I'm gonna tell you exactly

what I want you to do.

[Man On TV] Punched it,

and I punched out "B."

[Phone Ringing]

Yeah?

- Where's my family?

- They're right here, watchin' TV.

You know, Jack, everybody's always

complaining about violence on television.

Violence, violence, violence.

Violence is not the problem.

It's these damn sitcoms.

They lie to everybody.

They tell everyone

that life is nice and easy.

And we both know

that's not true, don't we?

Just let me talk to my wife.

Jack?

- Honey, you all right?

- Yeah, I'm okay.

- Tracy?

- She's fine.

Listen, Melanie, you gotta trust me.

I'm gonna get you out of this, okay?

How you gonna do that, Jack?

I got your guns. You want 'em,

you're gonna have to come get 'em.

Don't you fool

with me, Jack!

You do what

I tell you to do.

I don't wanna say this

in front of your wife,

but if I do not have

my guns by midnight,

I am gonna kill her and the kid,

and I am gonna do it ugly.

No, you're not gonna do that, because

you want your little guns too bad.

So I'm gonna tell you where

to bring Melanie and Tracy,

and we will trade

my family for your guns.

Well, there's always room

for negotiation, Jack.

- I'm listening.

- Port Authority dock, south end.

I'm about, uh, two hours out,

maybe a little more.

- You be there.

- [Phone Beeps]

You better hope that your daddy

knows what he's doin'.

- Ready for this?

- Let's do it.

Okay.

Come on.

- Dad!

- Don't move, honey. It's gonna be okay.

Where are my goods?

- Earl.

- [Machinery Whirring]

I give you a job.

I offer to get your operator's license

back, and this is how you say thank you?

You let them go, or the whole

load goes in the water.

I can always get more guns.

Can you get a new family?

- Dad!

- Keep still!

- Leave her alone!

- Get your hands off my daughter!

Shut up! Everybody!

Shut up!

- I want my guns.

- I told you not to touch them.

Earl, give Mr. Cutler

some of his goods.

Damn it!

All right, here's the deal.

I'm gonna give you the kid.

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