Breakout Page #2

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I didn't know it was your husband.

Got a slug in the oil line.

The oil line?

We'll find someone else.

You listen to that shyster. Maybe

you'll manage to get somebody killed.

Want my advice? Talk to a pro.

Like you?

Yeah, like me!

You look at me

and see a bum in a funny hat.

But I am a pro.

I make my living on this border.

I know the ins and outs.

And you see this hat?

It's to strain the lousy gasoline

you sell there.

I'm not about to rip her off...

...and blow my reputation.

- We don't know you.

To hell with you!

- It's leaking like a sieve.

- I know.

Ann! Ann!

I don't care what it costs.

I want Jay out of there.

Mr. Colton, I want you to try again.

This time you tell me everything.

Why won't they let him out?

He's in prison.

Sh*t.

In that case, it'll cost you $2000.

Preposterous!

That's 2000 to get him.

2000 on delivery.

No!

- Can you guarantee delivery?

- I don't know what he did.

But there are ways.

He's innocent.

What's the difference?

It's just as tough and costs the same.

Give him 2000.

- We should discuss this.

- Give it to him.

Privately.

Nobody else has done anything.

He will try.

Maybe he can. Give it to him.

- How would you do it?

- That's none of your business.

Give him the money.

So the hat is used for things...

...other than straining

our poor Mexican gasoline.

Two thousand.

Hawk!

- They're paying us $2000?

- Right. She already gave me 1000.

1000 more when they're out.

We have to pay expenses,

maybe give a cut to Myrna.

- Okay to me.

- Spence. How are you doing?

- Giving out any traffic tickets?

- What do you want?

Just here to say hello

and maybe borrow your wife.

- You son of a b*tch!

- Someone mention my name?

There she is.

Look at that. There's my...

His baby.

We got us a very big contract.

- All we need is the feminine touch.

- Beat it!

I want to hear it.

He's better than television.

He ain't to me.

Spencer, if you're going to make

sheriff, you've got to be friendly.

Right.

Myrna and me, we go way back.

Yeah, way back.

Like way back behind a haystack.

Every cop should have

a sense of humour.

- What's this "touch of femininity"?

- I haven't worked it out yet.

But we need someone to wear a wig.

When I want to give money away,

I think of my friends.

- I'm here to give Myrna $100.

- 100?

- She ain't interested.

- Suit yourself.

It doesn't amount to more

than a little walk.

- And it's hard for Myrna to make $200.

- Yeah.

You said $100.

That's $100 down

and $100 when it's over.

Yeah, we got the money too.

Show them, Nick.

- Where do I take this little walk?

- It's not far from here. In Mexico.

- Mexico?

- Don't worry. Nick will fly her.

Bullshit! You ain't taking

my baby to Mexico.

I don't trust you with her.

Hold it. I want to hear this.

There's a young guy down there.

He's the clean-cut type.

He's locked up.

All Myrna has to do

is wear this wig.

Make herself up so she

doesn't look like the clean...

...young wife of the future sheriff

of our county.

- She'll look like a Mexican whore.

- Whore.

- Whore! You son of a b*tch!

- All right, forget it.

I thought you could use

an extra $300.

- Three hundred?

- For you, 350.

Spence, maybe...

Like my husband says,

I'm not interested.

Sh*t. That leaves me in a hole.

Well, hell.

It's not that tough.

With the right makeup,

anybody can look like a whore.

Yeah.

I think you're right, Myrna.

Exactly what I'm thinking.

You gotta be kidding.

Nick...

Oh, come on, Nick.

No, sirree-bob-dixie.

I'm not going to dress up in all

that garbage there. No, sir.

- You got the makeup?

- Yeah.

What cell is he in?

- Number 15.

- That's right.

Tell him to use plenty of lipstick

and eye makeup.

Coming out, he's got to mix

with those whores. I'll be here.

I give him this wig and dress

and come back here?

That's right. But make sure

you take your makeup off.

- Get going.

- I wish this was you.

Hawk, you might even get to like it.

Hawk, don't forget to swing it.

Wagner? You Jay Wagner?

What the hell are you doing?

What are you doing?

Let him go!

Goddamn it, let him go!

Let him go!

This is the way I figure it.

We dig a tunnel just about here.

Then, we dig another tunnel there.

If they locate one, they won't think

to look for another.

- He'd be free.

- I don't know.

It will be expensive, Ann.

But it's better than wasting

money with those guys.

Mr. Henderson, this is

a lot of trouble.

My husband might be safe right now.

Ann, I keep on telling you.

We'll never see Colton again.

- You double-crossing bastards.

- Where's Jay?

Shut up! I'm mad enough to bust you.

I got questions

and I expect answers.

You! What do you gain...

...if your husband stays in prison?

- You're out of line, Mr. Colton.

- You too, out.

- Now stop it!

- We're not leaving you with him.

- It's all right.

All right. We'll be outside the door.

The answer to your question

is nothing. I stand to gain nothing.

Tell me what happened down there.

They beat up my best friend

and my partner.

They were waiting for us.

Somebody told them. They knew.

- They always know.

- Right, I think you told them!

I think you got drunk

and shot your mouth off.

I never get that drunk!

And what the hell is this?

That is a scale plan of the prison.

You can forget it because I'm

going back. I'm getting him out.

No, Mr. Colton.

You've had your chance and you failed.

Do it your way!

Go with their plan.

Whatever it is. What is it?

Dig a tunnel?

Maybe two, in case the first

is found out.

You know what?

They'll dig and they'll hit rock,

and they'll hit water.

They'll dig for two years,

and your husband...

He'll be sitting there and rotting.

Maybe that's what you want.

No!

No, I want him out.

But I don't know what to do.

You keep coming to me

with your sure-fire schemes.

And I keep hoping and believing in you.

I'm paying and nothing seems to work.

Hell.

Come on, you don't have

to cry like that.

I don't like to see anybody crying.

Look.

You cut your hair.

Look at that.

It looks good.

I'll tell you what.

I'll take another whack at it.

- How much were they asking you for?

- $100,000.

One hundred thousand dollars!

I'm going to do it for nothing.

Nothing!

That's nothing up-front.

I'll only ask for half as much

on delivery. Fifty thousand dollars.

- You have another idea?

- Yeah.

What is it?

I don't know.

I ain't thought about it yet.

Forget about the preliminaries.

I know what makes it

go up and down.

Okay. How do you intend

to pay for your lessons?

G.I. Bill.

I have a better idea.

I'll pay you for the lessons now.

This is made out for too much.

Just give me the balance.

We can't accept checks.

- You can't?

- No.

We'll settle up later.

You can trust me.

I'm uneasy about your grandson. It's

been a while since his escape attempt.

Relax, Mr. Cable.

Unlike yourself, some men

do eventually give up.

No, something is going on.

If there is, his wife will tell me.

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